Author: Going to the Winter

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They are ready to go out through a one-way small conveyor port.

On the way, I passed a row of tall metal paintings - they were also propaganda display pictures of relatively high-profile martyrs. Each one was in a crappy poster style, with all the edges shining - the wrinkled tall and thin figures of the "professional gambler" were indeed sandwiched in it.

They stood there and looked at it for a while.

The bright eyes of professional gamblers in metal paintings looked at them.

The professional gamblers in the painting are a little taller and more energetic, and are no different from the martyr they met face to face.

"He wants to help us." Ke Qier said with his head raised.

"uh-huh?"

"I feel it from him..." Ke Qier raised one hand and put it down, looking for the right word. "Good intention."

"bona fide?"

Generally speaking, if you check it, you will laugh.

But Ke Qier's current situation is at the most aggressive stage of his entire angel career. If even in this situation, he can feel good intentions...

"That's not a bet?"

In order to check out the professional gambler in the painting, he had a mask on his face, but he could not feel the disguise in him at all. Calmness came out of him like a sweet spring water at night. "No. It must be a gamble. He is a martyr. He will not joke about his profession."

"I always feel...he doesn't want to beat us," said Ke Qier.

"Well, he gave too much," Yicha said.

The bet does exist, but the bet seems to be to cover up some facts.

It's like...hiding the fact that he is helping them, making these help seem a little more acceptable.

Yi Cha's eyes slid towards the "poster" next to him.

There was a pale white martyr painted there. She had skin that was as unreflective as cloth, and her body was like a huge white cloak. She stretched out her thin hands and feet, looking straight ahead, with a melancholy face.

"This is a professional land-building master."

I looked at the text description below the painting. "It's like the 'Mother Earth' in some myths."

Ke Qier looked at the melancholy woman in the portrait of the martyr, then shook her chest with a "bang".

But he didn't have much strength, and this punch just wrinkled his clothes.

He covered his eyes.

"Oh? Why don't I do it?" Yicha glanced at the angel. "What's wrong?"

"It's uncomfortable." Ke Qier whispered.

“Why is it uncomfortable?”

"She." Ke Qier turned his head and pointed a finger forward. "She felt uncomfortable."

He pointed at him sideways again: "These two pictures are put together, which makes me feel uncomfortable."

"I don't understand at all." Yicha said. "Let's go. Don't stay here."

He didn't know whether he knew Ke Qi's care. This guy had too good sensitivity, as if he had the "sensitive weather" in his mind.

It is absolutely right to leave the source of his brain that messed up, and he doesn't need this at the moment.

They moved out silently.

The "professional cleaner" in the shape of a feather duster waved past them. "Hello. Clean!" He gave a weird greeting.

"I think that's the reason." Ke Qier suddenly said.

"Feed duster? Feather duster? Or metal poster?" Yicha asked in reverse order.

"I said professional land-making master." Ke Qier said, "Does professional gamblers want us to protect her?"

I thought about it, then thought about it, and then said, "I really don't understand how you came to this conclusion."

"oops!"

Ke Qier showed off his bad temper he had just obtained. "You don't understand."

"You can briefly describe the reasoning process."

"He cared about her. He loved her."

Ke Qier shook his hands. "He provided information to ask us to find the monster with seven mouths, because he was afraid that he would do something to hurt her! He knew we were not in the same group as that guy. So he gave us all kinds of help. He told us not to hurt her..."

He hammered his palm, his eyes flashing with temporary wisdom. "This is his most critical requirement! The most important thing in that long passage is: 'Don't hurt her!'"

It has some persuasiveness.

Angels can indeed feel love—from the heart, not from the dictionary.

But with enough rigor to check, it was calmly pointed out: "This is just your speculation."

"You may not have seen that logo just now." Ke Qier argued, "the logo on the chest of the 'Professional Landmaker'..."

"I saw it."

"Uh... since you see it, you should notice that the sign on her chest is exactly the same as the ones of the 'professional gambler'! Only the direction is the opposite."

"I can only think that there are many possibilities," Echa said. "The possibility you mentioned also exists, but compared with other possibilities, there is no superiority."

"I've said you don't understand!"

"Besides, this doesn't matter at all, and it doesn't affect our actions," Echa replied. "We just need to do it literally."

Ke Qier flapped his wings like an unhappy duck and said nothing.

They turned a corner and walked through a passage.

Silent, cold.

There is only a slight friction sound of feathers.

"Well. If it was indeed what you said, why didn't he say it straight?"

Yizha broke the silence. "Professional gamblers can tell us directly: 'I exchange information for you to maintain the safety of professional land masters'. What's wrong with it? And he can find the 'professional bodyguards' in the guild, why entrust us?"

"Ahhh! You're starting to think about it!" Ke Qi shouted proudly, and then coughed like a serious illness - angels should not be too proud.

"After thinking, I think the initial intention of professional gamblers will still affect our actions." Yichao said, "Let me re-understand your thinking."

"I forgive you for your rebellion."

Ke Qier finished coughing, stroked his chest twice, immediately raised one hand, and couldn't wait to say:

"As for your question, I think it's like this: because they are 'martyrs'! Martyrs cannot love specific 'individuals', but can only love their own professional fields."

“This is normal.”

"Oh! I haven't finished speaking!" Ke Qier shouted, "So the 'professional gambler' can't speak directly to us. Not to mention it, he can't even express it to any other individual... No, no!"

Ke Qier opened his eyes wide, clenched his fists, and suddenly realized and upgraded:

"That's it! I understand! He can't even express it to himself! He himself doesn't know this!

But his subconscious mind was guided by this matter. Didn’t the ‘profitable report’ also come from his thinking? In this way, his strange behavior will be clear!

Wow! Love! It's love! It makes so much sense!" Tian used his power to punch.

"There is no basis, but you know so much." Yi Cha exclaimed casually.

He paused, suddenly stopped and turned back. "I thought of a good way to confirm: let's go back and ask him, isn't it enough?"

"No! This definitely won't work!"

Ke Qier stopped him. "Do you want him to 'faith collapse'? If my subconscious analysis of him just correct, then the 'gamble' he proposed is to subconsciously protect himself. How can we expose him?"

"Too."

Yi Cha sighed and walked back again. "It's so troublesome. Just do whatever you want."

They went up one thousand one hundred and eleven steps and reached the teleportation port.

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