But after hearing him say that.

Su Wen just leaned on the backrest of the auditorium and calmly took the wine handed to him by the waiter:

"You are wrong about this.

I just don't like to cause trouble for myself.

That’s all.”

Su Wen opened the pocket watch in his hand.

Against the backdrop of the complex starry sky on the pocket watch dial, the hour and minute hands point to the time sequence change that is about to take place from Christmas Eve to Christmas in New York State:

Greenwich Time【11:47pm】

"The chimes of zero o'clock.

Only 13 minutes left."

He and Miss Caroline beside him were the only spectators.

Together we watched the last scene of "Miss Saigon" which reopened on Broadway in Times Square.

Hear him say that.

There was a hint of playful anticipation on Miss Caroline's face:

"Mr. Kevin.

Are you sure you want to bring such a shocking performance to New York State tonight?"

"actually.

It's not entirely up to me."

Su Wen smiled and replied,

"I still clearly remember the message you sent me.

so.

Don't be modest, you also have a share of the credit for this."

"maybe.

Then I sent it to the wrong person."

Ms. Hacker simply kept silent about what messages she sent.

Obviously.

As a member of the [Dragonborn Research Society].

Caroline didn't want to completely follow the 'old rules'.

at the same time.

On Christmas Eve, this time of celebration.

An old man with a knife mark on the right side of his face and a short white beard, wearing a suit and standing tall, stood in front of the Guggenheim Museum in New York.

He knocked on the door of the art museum, which was already closed.

No one responded.

ten minutes later.

The old man took out a long knife wrapped in a white cloth from his back.

Then, he slowly swung the knife upwards and then put away the blade.

As the invisible sword light passed by.

Just such a simple action.

The glass door of the Guggenheim Museum was cut into countless thin slices in the quiet night.

Just as he was about to step into this museum.

A hoarse voice sounded in the darkness:

"Miles, you've crossed a line.

go back."

Hear the answer in the darkness.

The old man named Milnes stopped and wrapped the long knife engraved with a pattern like dragon scales in a cloth strip again.

then.

Then he calmly gave the answer:

"Wilham Hammer's paintings should be hidden here.

I've been looking for it for twelve years.

Give it to me and I'll get out of here."

"Which one?"

""White door"white door"

"impossible.

I say it again, you go back.

The fifth-level sealed object ["White Door" written by Hammer Xiuyin] represents the possibility of breaking the isolation of space."

In the dark.

The caretaker gave a negative connotation in his hoarse voice.

Hear this,

Milnes, the old man in a suit, no longer paused in his footsteps, and walked towards the depths of the museum.

As he walked, he narrated:

"The Guggenheim Museum in New York, the full name is the Solomon R. Guggenheim Museum.

It is the headquarters of the Guggenheim Museum complex.

A branch of the New York State [Great Library].

It is also the sacrificial site for the Twenty-Two Pillars of Solomon, the demon god of concealment and wisdom, Ipos.

Therefore, in order to restrain the authority of ipos, I specially brought Nidhogg’s gift.”

From the long knife behind him, a roar echoed throughout the sky.

Milnes raised the blade.

Just this moment.

The boundless [Hidden Mirror] was shattered one after another before his eyes.

That is a real illusion set up by the Persian believers.

Stacked layer upon layer.

Gradually go deeper.

However, under the blessing of Nidhogg, the ‘End of the World Tree’ and ‘The Black Dragon King who destroyed the world’.

Seems so fragile.

But right now.

The helicopter Dolores was riding in also hovered in the sky above the Guggenheim Museum.

She said in a cold voice:

"Teacher Milnes-Noe.

You previously looked up the records of [The Seventh Proverb] in Augusta, Maine, and you don’t think it can be completely eliminated, do you?”

Hear what the female prosecutor said.

Milnes' footsteps paused for two seconds.

He smiled happily:

"very good.

It seems that the knowledge I taught you, although you have not used it in Shuoyuan history to seize the power of the dragon.

But at least I kept it in mind.

Patty.

You are only at the third level now, you can't stop me.

Not even the caretaker in the museum could stop me."
To be continued...