Chapter 156: The Glorious Tradition of the Extreme Pot Society
Although Huang Beibei didn't react at all when she heard Snow's words, Snow still accurately captured her slightly red chin under the veil.
However, Huang Beibei obviously didn't intend to admit it, and Snow didn't say anything more. He just took out an exquisite gift box the size of a cigar box from his arms.
"What's this?"
Looking at the gift box handed over by Snow, Bernadette subconsciously opened her Secret Eyes, and immediately, more than a dozen strange spiritual entities were reflected in her eyes flashing with runes.
These earrings with attached spirits seemed to have the magic power to "tempt people to take them on". Based on Bernadette's occult skills, this was definitely not a good thing.
"Some gadgets can allow the wearer to summon a spirit body with the combat power of Sequence 7. Just help me send these to the sea and throw them to the pirates through auction or other channels. In this regard, you should be better than
I understand."
Bernadette took the box, looked at half of the empty grooves in the box, frowned and said, "Twenty-two in total?"
"Well, I just borrowed the name of the Tarot cards and has nothing to do with the twenty-two paths."
Looking at Snow's plain expression, Bernadette expressed doubts about his words, but she still accepted them.
"If you are planning something, you can tell me directly."
Bernadette took out an earring from the box. Her pupil of secrets had no intention of closing, but she found that, like the two previous dolls, there was a trace of something in these earrings that even she could not
Analytical stuff.
"The Fool's mission? The paradoxical ritual of becoming a god? Or...the true Creator?"
Bernadette was thinking this in her heart. Seeing her shining eyes that even the fine gauze could hardly cover, Snow sighed and said:
"Huang Beibei..."
"Call me Bernadette."
"Okay, Ms. Bernadette." Regarding Huang Beibei's behavior of immediately falling out when he knew he was not his father, Snow cursed in his heart, but he still changed the title in a good-natured manner, "There are some rituals that cannot be said, like the Black Emperor
, it is necessary to 'secretly build' nine mausoleums. If an angel like you, who is already a high-ranking being, knows too much, it will affect the development of things in mysticism."
"Understood." Huang Beibei nodded lightly, stuffed the jewelry box into the storage item, and after thinking for a moment, took out a Xiuzhen scroll half a palm long and handed it to Snow——
"This scroll stores some of my 'information'. You should know how to use it."
Snow looked thoughtfully at Bernadette, whose emotions were covered by a veil, solemnly took the scroll, and put it away carefully.
As real angels, sages themselves are quite complete mythical creatures. Their bodies are entirely composed of information. In other words, this small part of information is equivalent to a part of Bernadette's flesh and blood, or... backup.
Not to mention the wasteful practice of summoning to help in battle, if he wanted to, Snow could even cultivate a little Huang Beibei like he cultivated the little Zhenzao.
However, Huang Beibei does not have the authority of "I am all living beings and all living beings are me" like the Hanged Man. If he did this, he would soon be completely divided and become a completely different person.
Of course, if Huang Beibei died due to some accident, he could work on it and use the pull of the mystical level to complete her resurrection in this small part.
Although Huang Beibei's original intention of giving him the scroll was probably not this, Snow always felt that he would be punished by God if he used this thing to defend himself.
After leaving the scroll, Huang Beibei disappeared into the coffee shop. Regarding this way of leaving that he often used to pretend to be "beep——", Snow just smiled and shook his head. He stood up to pay,
His handsome face turned ordinary the moment he left the house. He still had a lot of things to do today.
…
"It's time to take action." At No. 18 King's Avenue, after waiting for Mr. Demon to complete his good night greetings, Klein began to summon himself, respond to his own rituals, use his spiritual body to accommodate Azik's bronze whistle, and start today's journey.
Late Phantom Thieves.
Compared to Russell's diary on the first floor, the restored study room on the second floor seemed so unnoticed. Klein easily passed through the ceiling and came to Russell's desk covered with glass.
He reached out his hand to the two bookmarks without hesitation, but just when he succeeded and before taking any further action, a shrill and loud cry from the baby area suddenly echoed in the exhibition hall.
It was so illusory, as if it came from a far away place. Klein's body in the spirit state stiffened suddenly, and his entire soul seemed to be frozen.
Cries continued to sound, as if railings were slowly surrounding him. Then, the entire space suddenly solidified, and a soft but emotionless female voice came into his ears——
"Why did you just take the bookmark?"
Klein raised his head stiffly and looked at the figure covered in darkness that seemed to be slowly walking down from the sky. But the perfect figure and the black leather boots hanging from the shadow almost immediately reminded Klein of this person.
.
"The woman who was with Mr. Demon in the exhibition hall before! Is she a strong person with the Heart of Machinery? Does Mr. Demon want to use the high-sequence formula of the generalist path? Is it too late for me to say that I know Mr. Snow?
"
A lot of thoughts came to Klein's mind, but the voice figure spoke again, asking in a slightly stern voice:
"Why do you need a bookmark? Where did you know you need a bookmark?"
However, Klein had his trump card after all. The ability of the clown potion was activated, making his oil-painted face reveal a bright and funny smile. Then, the summoning ceremony was instantly terminated, and his almost transparent
The illusory figure also disappeared. The change in that moment caused Bernadette's expression in the shadow to stagnate slightly, but then, she frowned, and the figure suddenly disappeared, the baby's cry and the eyeballs
It also slowly faded away...
…
"Blank!"
Snow, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly woke up. Chaotic power enveloped his body. The shadow of an angel with thirty-six wings and a golden notebook appeared in front of him. However, the next moment, he relaxed.
He took a breath and said helplessly:
"Dear Ms. Bernadette, although you come from an open-minded Intis, it is still a bit too abrupt to break into an unmarried man's bedroom at ten o'clock in the middle of the night, isn't it?"
"What's hidden in the bookmark?"
Hearing Huang Beibei's sudden question, Snow was slightly surprised and said inexplicably:
"You have no beginning and no end, what kind of bookmarks are you looking for?"
