Sin and Punishment Chapter Seven Red Confusions

Chapter Bahong Misfortune

"Dear Mrs. Catherine, let's take a look at this famous painting by Darlov, "The Saints." An old man with gray hair and noble temperament carefully placed an oil painting on the shelf, then lit the picture with a thin jade pole, and began to explain.

Catherine was tired and yawned involuntarily. She had not rested for two days and two nights, but Master Cliff, who explained art to her, is one of the most famous painters today. She took a lot of effort to invite her back, and there were really few opportunities to listen to his explanation.

"The Saint itself is a mystery. Whether its current appearance is Darlov's original intention is still not completely determined. There is a saying that Darlov made a draft of the painting, but the final composition and coloring were completed by another person, and it tampered with Darlov's original intention. I myself tend to say this. You see, although the painting is almost exactly the same as Darlov's other works in any detail, even in its inner style, is carefully savored

Taste, you will find that this painting has a little more killing spirit, which is something that Darlov never had. These differences are very subtle and require considerable artistic attainments to be distinguished. For example, the believer who is prostrating to the ground around the saint is more like a dying soldier on the battlefield from his expression, position and movement. How to interpret "The Saint" is a major event in the painting art world itself, and it is also a good topic to test the viewer's artistic skills..."

Cliff kept explaining and explained the knowledge about painting appreciation bit by bit through "The Saints".

A faint bell sound came from afar. The sky began to shine slightly. Before he knew it, Cliff had been explaining for more than three hours. He saw that the time had come and immediately said goodbye to Catherine.

Catherine was extremely tired, so she called her maid and started taking a shower and changing clothes, putting on makeup again.

An hour later, Catherine returned to her dazzling appearance again. She walked into the restaurant with the most moving posture.

It's time for her to have breakfast with MGM.

MGM and Macbeth have been living in the Grand Duke's Mansion for two days, and these two days have also been two days when Catherine stayed asleep.

At this moment, MGM had already sat at the dining table. He had just arrived for a few days. He didn't quite understand the etiquette among the royal nobles in the south, but his noble status, extraordinary strength and persistence in beauty made him stand out from all over the world. As a high-level angel, he could change his appearance according to his own wishes. However, his new body had already satisfied him, so he only added a pair of extremely finely trimmed moustaches to himself. Coupled with that faint smile, MGM exuded a heart-wrenching mature charm at all times.

The dining table was filled with various exquisite breakfasts. Yesterday, MGM had tried famous breakfasts in the south under the introduction of Catherine. Today, it was placed on the dining table, and they were all famous foods in the north.

During the whole breakfast, Catherine not only allowed MGM to taste the northern flavor that was completely different from the previous day, but also gave some dishes that MGM really liked, and also explained in detail the evolutionary history, production technology and some related legends.

At the same time, Catherine herself is the most perfect palace etiquette scripture.

For MGM, every time she lives with Catherine, it is a rare and wonderful experience. He increasingly feels that this world that has never been seen in his eyes is so wonderful.

An hour and a half later, the long breakfast finally ended. But MGM felt that time was really passing too quickly.

As long as Catherine is intent, any time she spends with her will become the most wonderful memory.

Under the guidance of the maid, Catherine and MGM came to the private museum in the Grand Duke Mansion.

Catherine led MGM straight to the gallery on the left.

"Neither MGM, today I will be honored to explain to you a rough painting art of this world. I hope you can enjoy it."

In front of Catherine's charming smile, MGM returned a graceful greeting and said, "The wonderfulness of this world is beyond my imagination. I am now looking forward to another exciting part that you will reveal to me soon."

Catherine came to an oil painting, took the jasper pole from the maid, and said with a smile: "The noble Lord MGM, when it comes to painting art, we must mention Master Darlov, one of the greatest painters in history. This painting is his famous work "Saints". "Saints" itself is a mystery. Whether its current appearance is Darlov's original intention is still not completely determined..."

Under the guidance of Catherine, MGM was completely immersed in the world of painting art. Her gentle voice and delicate hands were slowly presenting the history of painting art on the mainland to MGM. He was both obsessed with Catherine's elegance and perfection, and was also surprised by her breadth.

Perhaps the only regret is that time really passes too quickly. But manipulating time is a task that even advanced angels like MGM are completely incompetent.

After having lunch in a hurry, Catherine came to the weapons exhibition hall of the Grand Duke Mansion, waiting for Macbeth, who had just visited the Principal Guards training camp.

Macbeth had no expression on his face. As soon as he stepped into the weapons exhibition hall, he followed Catherine silently to visit the weapons treasured by the Grand Duke of Bavaria. Occasionally, he would pick up the weapons he was interested in, waving them slightly, and then put them back in place.

Catherine accompanied him all the way without saying a word. Weapons are different from art. She can't express her own opinions in this field at all, especially in Macbeth's eyes, the fine magic equipment treasured in the Grand Duke's mansion is almost the same as children's toys.

Macbeth only saw half of the exhibition hall, but he lost all his interest. He turned to look at Catherine and asked, "Madam Catherine, I heard that there is a very famous Mr. Proses in your country. I wonder if I can arrange for me to meet him?"

"Master Macbeth, the starry sword saint Proses is following Marshal Rochelio, preparing for the war against the Dro Empire. This war is of great importance. I think he may not be able to respond to your request for martial arts. If you want to meet the strong people in this world, I have another suggestion, but..." Catherine stopped talking.

Macbeth raised his eyebrows and said coldly: "Mrs. Catherine, I admire your beauty and wisdom, and I fully understand your piety. In front of me, you do not have any concerns, just say anything."

Despite Macbeth's assurance, Catherine hesitated for a while before subconsciously lowering her voice, saying, "I heard that the two adults came to this world to pursue a fallen angel?"

A flash of light flashed in Macbeth's eyes, and an invisible force immediately bound Catherine. Under the huge pressure, Catherine's face was pale and looked terrified. Her small mouth was wide open, but she could not make any sound at all. She tried to struggle in vain, but she could not move a little finger.

"Tell me! How did you know about this?" Macbeth's tone was still the same as usual, but Catherine knew that if she had an answer wrong, she would immediately bring disaster to herself. Through two days of contact, she knew that Macbeth was not as scruple as the pope. He completely ignored the miracle sacred war cause of the Grand Duke of Bavaria. Naturally, he would not consider whether Catherine's life and death would affect the sacred war in the principality.

Catherine was under pressure and relaxed a little, allowing her to speak reluctantly: "This is what the Pope told me."

Macbeth frowned and walked around the room for several circles. Then, with a wave of his hand, the pressure to bind Catherine immediately disappeared. Catherine sat down to the ground weakly, holding the ground with her hands and coughing constantly.

From Macbeth's perspective, you can see that the snow-white skin and deep cleavage on her chest were rising and falling sharply.

Macbeth suddenly felt his heartbeat slightly faster, and there was another inexplicable dysfunction. He was stunned, his thoughts moved slightly, and he pressed down the abnormality of his body.

Catherine looked at Macbeth, her eyes full of panic, but there were other things hidden deep in the panic. Macbeth didn't know enough about this world, so she could not see through the true meaning hidden in Catherine's eyes. In fact, even if he had lived in this world for decades, he didn't have much chance of seeing through Catherine's thoughts.

"You keep talking." Macbeth stood in front of the long window with his hands behind his back and said lightly.

"Can I ask what is the name of the fallen angel the two adults are going to hunt for?" Catherine's tone returned to calm, but the slight tremor revealed a little timidity in her heart. It seemed that she was frightened by Macbeth's roughness.

"Odaireh."

Catherine was silent for a long time before she said softly: "I... heard of this name."

This time, even Macbeth lost his usual calmness and indifference. He suddenly turned around and asked, "What!? Where did you hear this name?"

"Recently, a new church emerged in the Aslofik Empire in the north. I heard that the goddess they believed in was Odreh..."

"Hey! She really pretended to be a god and stole the power of faith. She would definitely not be able to escape this blasphemy..." Macbeth thought to himself.

Catherine continued: "I heard that when she showed her miracles, she was always filled with sacred songs, accompanied by dazzling sacred light..."

"Well, being able to apply the divine power to this level and dare to become a god, it seems that even if she is not Audreh, she must have something to do with her..." Thinking of this, Macbeth immediately interrupted Catherine and asked, "Where is the headquarters of the Eye of Wisdom?"

"In the vassal state of the Aslofik Empire, Dresden, the chief palace of the Principal of Are."

Macbeth nodded and said, "Very good! I'll go over and take a look."

"Please wait!" Catherine shouted.

Macbeth was a little impatient, but was still ready to hear what she wanted to say.

"Mr. Macbeth, as far as I know, except for the several displays of miracles, the goddess of the Wisdom Eyes, Audreh has never appeared again. She seems to be very cunning and knows how to hide her. If you go directly to pursue her, you may be lost!" Catherine said.

Macbeth frowned. In fact, he just wanted to investigate Achilles' whereabouts. Once it was confirmed, he would immediately summon Achilles and MGM. With him and MGM at that time, I would not dare to play any tricks. You know, there is a reason for Achilles' depravity. If even Achilles fell, then Tirathimis, who created them and had the responsibility of guidance, would be convicted of it.

As for the pursuit of light angel Odaireh...

Although Macbeth is very arrogant, there is always this self-knowledge.

Catherine walked to Macbeth, leaned forward slightly, and lowered her voice and said, "I heard that Rogge, the prince of the Aslofik Empire, the lord of the Duchy of Are, has a very close relationship with Adereh. It is because of his strong support that the Eye of Wisdom was able to develop rapidly in the north. I heard that Rogge has many powerful people around him, such as one of Mr. Proses's apprentices have been serving him. Also, I infer from the information I sent back from the north that Rogge and Adereh are likely to have a scoundreh..."

Catherine, who was of noble temperament, actually spoke up such vulgar words as "there is a leg" in a soft voice. The strong contrast made Macbeth feel a thirst in his throat.

"Odaireh... So have you fallen to this level?" Macbeth thought to himself. In front of him, the radiant and arrogant light angel in the heavenly world appeared again.

This time, Macbeth's heartbeat could no longer slow down.

"Rog, Rog..." Macbeth read the name several times, then sneered: "Very good! I'll go to the north to see what kind of person will be if I can fall into the depravity of Odrech!"

Catherine immediately said, "I will prepare a map of the Principality of Aslofik and a portrait of Rogdi for you..."

"No need!" Macbeth waved his hand and said, "The information just now is enough."

After saying that, Macbeth's figure fluctuated and gradually disappeared.

Catherine stood in the room for a while before leaving with a sad look on her face.

In the corridor, the close maid holding Catherine asked carefully: "Madam Catherine, do you seem to be so sad, are you worried?"

Catherine sighed softly and said, "Oh, I'm worried about Lord Macbeth. He is so arrogant, but... I heard that there are many powerful people in the north..."

The master and servant soon walked through the corridor and entered Catherine's bedroom.

Where they had just passed, there was a wave in the air and Macbeth's figure slowly emerged. He looked at the direction where Catherine disappeared and showed a rare smile.

He then turned to the north and his figure disappeared again. However, Macbeth did not see it, and even if he saw it, it was impossible to interpret the meaning of the smile on the corner of Catherine's mouth.

The tremor of the earth in the dark forest has not stopped.

The flame tyrant Donk Baccarat had already traveled through most of the dark forest, but his anger didn't seem to calm down at all.

Several more giant trees were burning and falling down in front of Donk Baccarat. But his steps suddenly stopped and looked up to the sky, as if looking for something.

"Who is hiding there? Do you think you can escape the eyes of Tonk Baccarat?" The flame tyrant suddenly roared. With his huge and extreme sound waves, dark red flame ripples also spread out, and the forests within a radius of 1,000 meters were immediately submerged in the raging fire!

An unnatural twist appeared in the sky, and a stunning figure in a black robe appeared, and the bright red eyes stared at the flame tyrant on the ground expressionlessly.

Donk Baccarat was furious by this obvious contempt, and he roared again, and a nearly colorless and transparent flame wrapped Achilles.

Achilles opened his lips slightly and said something low. A bright red quickly stained his cheeks, his neck, and eventually spread to all naked skin.

Achilles floated quietly in the air, his bright red eyes fixedly watching the flame tyrant, allowing the flame to rage.

After just changing his constitution, he is completely immune to fire.

Donk Bakara roared again, and grabbed the void of his right hand, which was completely made of flames, and a dark red, semi-melting huge rock appeared in his palm!

In a blink of an eye, the rock had already flown in front of Achilles!

Achilles frowned and was obviously more serious.

His left hand, as white as dripping, was in front of him, and an invisible net stopped the flying lava. Achilles's whole body was shocked and he was slightly retreated by the huge impact of the lava!

Achilles' expressionless face, his white right hand opened and slowly leaned downward. A bright red flowed down from his palm and drifted towards Donk Baccarat. This red color was not light, nor was it physical, and seemed to not exist at all in this plane. It kept changing its shape, penetrated a series of obstacles on the road ahead, and drifted to the top of Donk Baccarat's head.

The flame tyrant seemed a little nervous about this strange red. His huge body lowered slightly, and continued to squirt out flames as thick as viscous liquid. The spewed flames woven into a dark red curtain, blocking the falling red.

The red ray of red seemed very unwilling to accept it, and it was not floating on the curtain of flames, but it could not find the gap that could penetrate and finally dissipated reluctantly.

Achilles nodded, and he ignored the flame tyrant. His bright red eyes had already looked into the distance, looking at the beautiful figure that once shone infinitely.

He suddenly soared into the sky and disappeared into the vast blue sky in a blink of an eye.

The Flame Tyrant suddenly lost his target and seemed extremely angry. But at this moment, only towering ancient trees were around him. After smashing countless giant trees, he finally calmed down and headed towards Moonlight Dragon City again.

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