[Angie] Double Wings

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Among the current nine patron saints, Jules took over as the patron saint of light at the young age of five, making him the youngest.There are also patron saints who do not enter the Holy Land until they are 20 years old, while others are from six to ten years old... Most of the patron saints begin to serve as patron saints when they are still underage.Because of this, the Holy Land takes very good care of the minor patron saints, not only responsible for their daily needs, but also responsible for their education, upbringing, and cultivation.

A while ago, Marshall, the youngest patron saint of the Holy Land, who was only 15 years old, asked his guardian, Luwa, that he wanted to learn an art discipline that cultivates temperament.Among the three options that Louie suggested to him were watercolor painting, lute, and pottery, Marshall chose the last one.

Jules has always spared no expense in cultivating the Patron Saints. The Patron Saints who are minors and are still at the age of education, or those who wish to, can enjoy the most complete, rich and top-quality education.With such a backing, Luwa also generously invited the most famous ceramic artist in the entire mother galaxy, from the Sunset Star, to come to the Holy Land as a special teacher of ceramic art for Marshall...

That is, the only outsider who entered the Holy Land recently.

As the patron saint of light, Jules is not only the leader of the patron saints, but also the actual manager of the 'Holy Land', equivalent to the existence of the mayor.There are a lot of people living in the Holy Land, which looks like a quiet and elegant ordinary city, but because Her Majesty the Queen who owns Sakeria and her nine patron saints also live here, the environment of the entire Holy Land is actually closed to the outside world .If outsiders come and go to the Holy Land, where even the flow of time is different from that of the outside world, according to Jules' calm, rigorous, meticulous personality, the materials will definitely be sent to him for final compilation.

Because of this, Klevis, who has always been passive, but always acts surprisingly fast, was the first to contact Jules' patron saint assistant officer, Elliott.He must be able to get the information he wants there.

Eliot's answer to Clewis was very simple: the potter used the word 'no bowl' as the name of his pottery creations, and lived alone in a remote suburb on the edge of the Holy Land, a secluded place called Prospect Hill.

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"Learning pottery is a good thing. Marshall is a very sensitive child. But Mr. Wubo, who is a well-known interstellar artist, would actually plant such a terrible thing in the Holy Land." Lumiere pressed his heart, "During this time, Marshall has been alone with him . . . it's worrying."

"Many planets have the secret art of using the ram's horn to curse others... But I don't think a potter can get in touch with this ancient sorcery." Kravis said briefly, "There may be a conspiracy behind it... Lu Mier, don't take him for an artist."

The mountain road of Prospect Hill is narrow, and the carriage they took could only drive down the hill. Clewise and Lumiere got off the car and walked for a long distance before finally seeing the simple and simple red brick house on the top of the hill.

Klevis, who has always had a keen intuition, suddenly spoke to stop Lumiere who had been following him, "Stay here, Lumiere, don't follow."

"Master Clavis," Lumiere frowned his slender eyebrows, his face full of worry, "Mr. Wubo's purpose is still unclear, and it is very dangerous for you to go alone. I I will be very careful... please let me follow you."

Cleves wanted to refuse, but Lumiere called him immediately, "Lord Cleves!"

If only his temperament was as decisive as Jules...

Clavis hesitated for a moment, "You have to be careful."

"Yes."

He not only thought of Jules' decisiveness, but also his fearlessness that was so brave that one almost doubted whether he was dull... If only Jules was here at this time...

No, Kravis suppressed his urge to go down the mountain to rescue soldiers, he couldn't retreat at this time.

After years of deliberate negligence, Jules no longer needs him as the patron saint of darkness. Except for the dark Sacria in his body, no one can replace him. What's the point?

Clewis's footsteps became heavier and heavier, and his mood became more and more chaotic.

More than once, he wanted to leave this universe desperately, so as to escape from Jules and regain his freedom.Yes, as long as he escapes from this universe, the divine bird universe that is not replenished by the dark Sakria will awaken the dormant cosmic consciousness, and the natural laws will start to operate... There will inevitably be another divine bird universe A candidate who has a sufficient amount of Sakria of Darkness in his body, that person can replace himself, become the Patron Saint of Darkness, and be locked in the elegant and solemn cage of the Holy Land...

Instead of him, stand beside Jules, and together become the wings supporting the queen.

"What a damn sight..." Clewis cursed in a low voice, feeling jealous of someone who didn't know who it was.

Not wanting to be replaced by others was actually not the reason why he couldn't escape from the Holy Land.The real reason is...he simply couldn't bear to leave Jules.

Clevers sighed, gently pushed open the iron gate of the small garden, and stepped into the garden.Before he had time to take a step, he suddenly felt a strange oppression attacking his body.

Not right.

He didn't even think about it, and immediately pushed back, pushing Lumiere who hadn't stepped into the garden to fall back two steps.

"Don't step in!"

"Lord Clavis?"

Klevis took a deep breath, only to feel that his body was several times heavier, and his originally sober mind began to feel dizzy, perhaps because the magic in the garden had played a role.He pressed his heart, and barely raised his voice, "This small garden is weird, and some kind of trap has been laid in it... Lumiere, don't take risks."

"Lord Clavis!"

"Go down the mountain for help."

"But, I can't just..."

Clavis ordered briefly, "For me, go down the mountain for help." After speaking, he clenched his fists, kept his pace steady, and walked towards the only red brick house that could solve the immediate predicament.

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Klevis pushed the door into the room, and just stood still, the door immediately closed behind him.In the darkness, the atmosphere was extremely strange.

"Hehe... is it Lord Guardian Saint of Darkness?"

"Mr. No Bowl?"

"If you think so, it's not convenient for me to deny it."

With this tone, it seems that this person can no longer be regarded as Mr. Wubo.Cleves didn't comment on this sentence, but instead spoke on the pitch-black situation where he couldn't see his fingers.He frowned, "Although I'm taking the liberty to visit, please give me a favor."

The corner of the living room lit up with a strange blue light. A man about 40 years old slowly stepped out from the corner of the room, looking at Clavis with half a smile in his eyes. He couldn't see any kindness, but he could see surprise, A taste of surprise and vigilance, "I am really sorry that I have disturbed Mr. Clavis, who has always been indifferent in the Holy Land."

... Is this person mocking him?

"I don't care about things, has it affected your Excellency?"

"You can say so, Mr. Clavis." Wubo waved his hand, as if asking him not to mind, "Your visit actually interrupted my work, but it is also my honor to meet you. "

"...I'm also very honored," Klevis handed out a tarot card casually, "It's not a tribute."

Wu Bo took the wheel of fortune, his face changed slightly, "Does your gift indicate my failure?"

"The fortune teller's gift does not represent the fortune teller's wishes, that has nothing to do with me, it is God's will."

"No matter God's will, what is your subjective will?"

"It depends on what you are sneaking into the Holy Land for."

"Passing through the garden safely, I still speak very clearly, and my spiritual power has no tendency to be weakened at all." Wu Bo did not answer Kravis's question, "You may be the most powerful soul in this universe. Seriously, It's beyond my imagination."

Cleves said more directly, "I'm afraid there are too many things beyond your imagination." In fact, he was so stiff that he couldn't move.But his voice was still low and cold, and no flaws could be detected, "Those nine ram horns engraved with patterns are the legendary 'jumping horn technique'?"

Wubo chuckled noncommittally, but did not answer.But the astonishment on his face couldn't hide from Cleves' eyes.

Clevers sneered slightly, folded his hands, and slowly recited the poems from afar that he had come into contact with.

"God blows the ram's horns with anger against the foolish people; God blows the ram's horns with resentment against the unbelievers...God blows the ram's horns with hatred against those who embrace unrighteousness. God wants them to be crazy, Let them rush to destruction because of madness..."

"Excellent, Mr. Clavis. Very well-informed."

"That's ridiculous. It's a pity that you underestimated the Patron Saint."

Wubo spread his hands, "It's true. I didn't expect that even the youngest patron saint didn't go crazy. It seems that it only triggered emotional anxiety? Your body has been used as a channel for Sacria for a long time, and your soul is stronger than more than I imagined."

Klevis stretched out his hand, leaned over to press the coffee table in front of Wubo, and looked down at him imposingly, "Not only that, you also underestimated the holy land under the management of Jules. Once this unknown force appears, one day It will be identified and wiped out... You have no chance to create the madness of the patron saint. But I don't quite understand... The entire holy land is shrouded under His Majesty's Queen Zaklia, how did these ominous forces get in? of?"

Wubo looked at him pressing the hand on the coffee table, and smiled sarcastically, "Is it already untenable? Mr. Clavis, you are trying so hard to delay the time, but it's a pity that this is just a futile performance. Except for you, I am afraid no one will pass the garden in safety again..."

"I've already said...you're too confident." Klevis did press the coffee table because he couldn't stand, but he still had a calm expression on his face, "The magic in the garden is just a black forbidden place." It’s just a barrier, a little trick... If I can come in, Jules can come in. Mr. Wubo, you haven’t answered my question yet.”

"If you really understand the enchantment of the black forbidden land, you should know that you can't delay for too long... Once the living humans enter the range of the enchantment of the black forbidden land, they will die very quickly." Wu Bo pointed to his nose, "Wu Bo Bo is of course a living person, a very famous potter... Therefore, the security checks that he went through when he entered the Holy Land did not hinder him at all. The nine horns were also cursed after entering the Holy Land. They were originally ordinary ram horns ..." Wubo laughed, "Brought in as a set of artwork."

"So you killed Wubo?"

"Oh, you can say that if you want... Anyway, there is no need for us to keep the creatures of this universe." The man with the body without a bowl smiled with the face of the body, "As for the power... Isn’t normal power like the heat of the sun able to pass through Queen Zaklia safely? If it is given an additional curse after passing through, then there will be no problem.”

"So," Kravis put his hand on his temple, "are you not a creature of this universe?"

"Did you feel a headache after hearing what I said? Or can't stand this enchantment anymore?"

"Humph……"

"Let me relieve you." Wubo walked towards Klevis, who was leaning slightly, "It should be 190 cm tall, right? His figure is really slender... Fortunately, the position of the heart is not too high, and I can still stab it... ..."

As he said that, he slowly pressed the dagger to Clevis' heart.

Although Cleves wanted to retreat, he couldn't move a step. He saw Wubo holding the handle of the knife with his left hand and stabbing him hard in the heart.

"Don't stop me," Jules' clear voice suddenly sounded outside, "Cravis!"

Unknowingly where the strength came from, Klevis half-turned abruptly, and the blade had pierced into his left flank.

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