[Angie] Double Wings

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At eight thirty, the patron saint of steel.Jeffrey stood outside the Hall of Stars, glaring at his chief Jules.

The damned, cold-blooded and cruel blond chief patron saint frowned tightly, and sternly reprimanded the young patron saint who was crying out of breath, "...don't cry, Marshall, put your tears Erase it. When faced with such a vicious incident, if you only know how to cry and escape, you will not be able to solve the problem...you are not allowed to be so vulnerable at this time."

Marshall raised his face, looked at Jules with tears in his eyes, and suddenly mustered up his courage, "Mr. Wubo... was he killed by Lord Jules?"

Jeffrey was very surprised, he didn't expect Marshall to have the courage to question Jules.

Jules's expression remained unchanged, and he took a deep breath, "Before I entered his brick house and touched him, I believed that the real Wubo no longer existed."

"……yes?"

Although Jules didn't understand side-by-side magic, he believed in Kravis' judgment and his own personal experience.That brick house has long been surrounded by a black forbidden land barrier that the living cannot live in, even if there is no...

He didn't explain much, just nodded.

"W-why... Lord Jules can..." Marshall cried again, "Why on earth are you able to deal with such a good person as Mr. Wubo?"

He stared into Marshall's eyes, "When you encounter this kind of thing, you must make such a decision... You must abandon unnecessary worries and take the correct action decisively." At that time, Kravis was At the critical point of life and death, he has no reason to stand by and watch both public and private... What's more, he has no room for consideration at all, "Marshall, I hope you have this kind of awareness. If you always feel that you will be defeated by misfortune, hold on With this mentality, how do you become a patron saint serving His Majesty?"

Before Marshall could answer, Jeffrey exploded first.He endured it for a long time, just because he didn't want to intervene in this matter, so he always stood outside the Hall of Stars and waited... But Jules' unscrupulous and straightforward tone really completely ignited his anger.

"Stop talking like that! Jules!"

Jules frowned, "Jeffel, your attitude..."

Clavis and Jules, who broke into the brick house one after another, were in danger. The stubborn Jeffrey kept silent, but cared for the two leaders sincerely. The Griffin troop had rushed outside the garden earlier, and Marshall was aware of many details that Marshall did not know.

"What did you say to become the patron saint serving His Majesty, you must have such awareness... Not everyone is as cold-blooded as you! It can be done so easily..." He gasped for breath, angrily thinking about Jules' cold and severe He kicked two feet in the face, "Cut off other people's heads with your own hands, only a cold-blooded guy like you can do it?"

"Ah! Ahhh..."

Marshall suddenly let out a cry of grief, covered his face with his hands, and rushed out of the small hall from the seat opposite Jules.

"Horse, Marshall?"

Jules sighed, "...Marshall doesn't know Wubo's real way to die."

"Whether he knows it or not, you did cut off Wubo's head, right? Jules!"

"When Klevis was attacked, I was obliged to take action, and that was my responsibility."

"Don't talk about responsibility or irresponsibility! The status of the patron saint...is it a duty to despise other people's lives? If there are other patron saints of the universe who want to take over this universe, I am happy to leave the Holy Land as soon as possible!"

"Can't you have a little respect for your own work, Jeffrey?" Jules stood up and looked at the patron saint who could only be regarded as a teenager sternly, "You once said that you will do well Utilize your fullmetal sakria...'do what you can' don't you say? How your powers have brought so many planets to so much sophistication and flourishing, you should be well aware, Gefiel .This is not only your duty, but also your honor as the patron saint of steel..."

The angry boy raised his right foot and kicked down hard on the heavy door, "The power of the patron saint...if it will only lead to such boring and ridiculous killings... Whoever wants to invade this universe, whoever kills Dead invaders... the Patron Saint is better than nothing!"

"Jeffel!"

The dazed and impulsive young man spat, took off his steps and rushed straight out into the corridor.

It must be something wrong with them, the patron saints, occupying the bird universe. These things... just disappear!

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At nine o'clock, the 23-year-old patron saint of dreams.Oliver lazily pushed open the oak door next to the statue of the Goddess of Wisdom, leaned against the exquisitely carved decorative columns, and looked at his two colleagues.

"I said...Little Lumi, are you so interested in running to read a book with Kravis?"

Lumiere opened the corner of his mouth and smiled at Olivier, "Master Clavis has something to investigate. I think I can help a little, so I followed." He didn't target Clavis. Si explained his actions, stood up instead, and poured another cup of hot tea for Olivier, "Would you like a cup too?"

"Oh, then I'll be rude!" Olivier walked to the reading table and was about to pick up his teacup, "Ouch? Your nails are a little out of shape, Clavis...you don't usually maintain them The shape is not right."

"Long."

"If you have time, let me take care of your nails?" Olivier showed a bright smile flatteringly, and mentioned Clavis' slender and graceful hands, "Tsk, it's so beautiful."

"next time."

Oliver picked up his cup, "It's so cold."

Clewis smiled faintly, "If you want to paint on it, it's up to you."

"Huh? Really?" Olivier was surprised and happy at the same time. Sometimes Clewies would let him paint his nails casually, but he readily agreed in advance. This was the first time, "Oh, you You really deserve to be my dearest, dearest colleague Clavis!"

Clavis ignored him, and silently turned his eyes to the book again.

"Are you here to check the books too?" Lumière smiled and changed the subject, "It's really surprising."

"That's right," Olivier sat down by the window with a teacup in hand, "I want to make a kind of ancient style decorative rope with ethnic flavor and unique patterns. It's a pity that the books I found are all rare books that have long been out of print. I had to ask the staff of the Wangli Library to help me make another copy of the patterns handed down from those distant planets. By the way, those of you who wear robes, you can also add this beautiful pendant to your mantle!"

"...I'm not interested." Clavis replied curtly.Lumiere responded with a subtle smile.

Olivier immediately added, "It won't be very fancy! Don't worry." His talented head turned immediately, "Arranged in a diamond shape in gray and blue, it also matches the calm tone you often wear...Huh?" In the middle of speaking, Olivier suddenly poked his head and looked at the window frame decorated with ancient and elegant patterns. Through the translucent glass, it seemed that a familiar figure was running quickly from the side of the library.

Lumière also stood up and looked over from Olivier's side, "The one who ran by the way of wisdom..."

"It's that kid Marshall." Olivier suppressed the smile on his face.He felt that he was not mistaken, that Marshall's gesture was indeed running over crying.

Of course, the commotion in Prospect Hill yesterday also alarmed Olivier.This kind of strange thing happened to the pottery teacher, and the people who were worried about Marshall's situation were not just Jules who specially summoned him alone.Seeing that Marshall was in a bad mood at this time, Olivier put away his cynical smile, and looked at the walkway downstairs with his lips pursed.

Clewis said lightly, "Let's chase after him."

"me?"

"Well, you."

Oliver stared at him, revealing the four-inch high heels under his slender legs, "Are you wearing these shoes?"

"It's hard for you."

"It's really good at instructing people!" Olivier pouted his attractive lips with peach pink lipstick, "Okay, then I'll go down."

Lumiere nodded and smiled, "I will help you bring the copied design to you."

Olivier waved his hand, and the sound of his high-heeled shoes was heard, and he walked to the corridor outside the reading room in two or three steps, twisting his waist and hips exaggeratedly all the way, but his movements were really quick.

One second before going downstairs, he turned his head and waved to Lumière and Clévis, and unexpectedly saw Clévis, who had always been indifferent and caring about nothing, walk to the window, hold the window frame and look down, with a serious expression on his face. A rare expression of attention.

There must be a change in Clewis's heart... Olivier, who is flamboyant but sensitive, thinks so.Kravis is anxious this morning, as if desperate to do something he won't do.

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At 25:27, the [-]-year-old Guardian of the Earth.Louie, bearing a strange clay figure he had found in a bowlless brick house, appeared before his two colleagues in the Royal Library.

"Ah, I heard that your condition is not very good yesterday, so I didn't bring this thing to bother you, Klevis," Loire said with a considerate smile on his honest and gentle face, "It's with Zhu Lie Isn't Si Nao happy?"

"It's okay." Not only is it okay now...it's so good that he doesn't even know what words to use to describe it.Clevers moved away from the topic with a guilty conscience, "What is this?" He stretched out his finger and gently touched the clay puppet on Luwa's hand.

"How do you feel, Clavis?"

"It's really not right."

"I just checked the book for a while, but I don't have any clues. Kravis... I really felt a very strange and weird feeling on this clay puppet, as if... resonating with my power... right? I think you noticed it too."

Clavis closed his eyes and thought for a while, then shook his head, "It won't be our strength," he turned his head and looked out the window.That layer of glow looks more reddish during the day, and the ominous atmosphere becomes more intense and vivid.He pursed his lips tightly and said in a low voice, "I guess it resonates with that unknown force?"

"Alas..." Luwa carefully placed the clay puppet on the table, "It would be great if we could find out the source of this sorcery as soon as possible."

Klevis looked at the clay puppet and was silent for a minute, "You put it upside down." He picked up the poorly made clay puppet, where only the head, torso, and limbs could be seen, "The upper half of the torso , one side is protruding, that's the front... I didn't expect this clay puppet to represent a woman."

Luwa blinked in horror, "Female, female?" He was stunned for a moment, "There are not many females in the Holy Land...Is this clay puppet used to curse His Majesty?"

Lumière pursed his lips, "I can't think of any other possibility. Ah, it's terrible."

"Probably," Klevis frowned, remembering that Jules had similar speculations, "Someone also said that since the primary target is our patron saint, they will never forget to deal with the queen of this universe." Your Majesty..." He turned the page of the book in front of him and showed it to Luwa, "The shape of the devil's breath is like fog, its shape is like flowing water, and its color is bright red like blood...Does this describe it?"

"...its quality is as solid as a grudge, and as intractable as a hatred," Loire read the following sentence, "the cursed person must die of weakness."

"This curse..." Lumière's face changed drastically, "Is it actually doing such a terrible thing?"

Clavis snorted softly, "At present, this power has not yet started to operate... It is almost completely static now. But if this curse is activated, His Majesty can only wait for death."

"What about the solution?" Luwa looked at the ancient book on the table, "Do you have a clue?"

"There's no solution in the book," Klevis shook his head, "I don't either."

This must be a challenge to their nine patron saints.Lui pressed the pages of the book tightly, and the smile that always remained on his face was gone.

This morning...was exhausting.

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