Chapter 2109: That is not out of reach

Chapter 2109 That is not out of reach
In the corridor, Saint Angel Bertrand walked in front to lead the way. He was always paying attention to the black-haired young man behind him...what was his name?
Obviously, I've seen the judge's certificate of this guy just now, and it stands to reason that I also saw the other person's name, but why... I just couldn't remember it?
"I know."
"Know... Know what?"
Saint Angel Bertrand stopped subconsciously, turned around calmly and looked at the black-haired youth.
The black-haired young man smiled and said, "Mr. Bertrand, what you do when you gather on the back stairs."
"Oh?" Bertrand got closer at this time and chuckled softly, "What do you know?"
The black-haired young man said casually: "Mr. Bertrand, you must be hiding there to rest... smoking or something, right."
"Hahaha, laziness is lazy, saying that rest is too good to listen to. We are addicted to cigarettes, and we are not at work, so you know!" Saint Angel Bertrand waved his hand at this time, "We are all Rough, not so particular, Mr. Judge."
He looked at the judge's certificate of the black-haired young man again... but the certificate had been inserted into his chest pocket at this moment.
But at this moment, the black-haired young man took out a pack of cigarettes with the symbol "China" from his pocket, and smiled and said, "Mr. Bertrand, come one. I am the judge, you and me Together, it shouldn't matter."
Bertrand was a little dumbfounded on the spot, although such behavior is normal, and he can't even fault it, but...
"Why, Mr. Bertrand, didn't you just say that you were addicted to smoking?" The black-haired young man apologized: "I walked in suddenly and didn't smell the smoke. I'm sorry to interrupt you. "
"Then... let's have a root." The Bertrand Saint Angel suddenly bit his head, quickly drew one out, and grabbed it on top.
only……
In fact, when this game began to spread from the world below to the [Wings of Freedom] army, it was very popular for a while, and then there was no more--because Lord Saint hated this kind of smell.
But it took a long time to kill many people's hobbies at once-that was a period of dark years where the inspection team had to round the house every day and smoke a cigarette like a spy war.
If you smoke one, you won't be found...
There seemed to be a little Satan in his heart, or maybe it was Xiaolu Xifeier who was instigating-Saint Angel Bertrand swallowed at this time, and said: "Borrow a fire? The lighter is not here!"
The black-haired young man took out the lighter again and started a fire.
Saint Angel Bertrand slowly spit out thick smoke, only feeling that the cells under the mountain had been activated, "Comfortable! This kind of taste is really...Thanks, Mr. Judge!"
"You're welcome." The black-haired young man smiled, and then said again: "Mr. Bertrand, it seems that he is not here?"
"Why." Bertrand said slightly curiously: "Can you tell it."
"Feeling." The black-haired young man said casually: "It feels a little different from the people in [Free City]."
The Angel of Bertrand suddenly became vigilant.
At this time, the black-haired youth said again: "Um...I see, Mr. Bertrand, it should be an immigrant from another Qidu."
"Hahaha, yes, I'm from... I was not a resident of [Free City]." Saint Angel Bertrand nodded... this guy?
The black-haired youth asked like a chatter: "Then Mr. Bertrand, what do you think of this [Free City]."
"Free City?" The Saint Angel Bertrand was startled subconsciously. This topic made him a little surprised, but he still shook his head and looked out the window thoughtfully, "The wind here is a little... ."
"Do you like this city?"
"I like the faith in this city, nothing more." Saint Angel Bertrand said calmly: "It's a pity that its faith is going through some...some unprecedented difficulties."
The black-haired young man said, "Before the butterfly broke its cocoon, it also went through a period of struggle."
"Yes." Saint Angel Bertrand nodded: "Indeed, now... it's exactly the same as before the butterfly breaks its cocoon. I firmly believe that [Free City] will eventually welcome a new era. "
At this moment, Saint Angel Bertrand said nonchalantly: "Mr. Judge, this corridor goes straight ahead. After three doors, there is the backstage lounge. I still have something to do, so I can’t send you off. Forgive me."
"It's ok."
"Then, thank you for your cigarette, and see you again if you have a chance." Saint Angel Bertrand nodded and walked away from the other side quickly.
The black-haired young man watched him leave, and then looked out of the window again-from this position, he could actually see a streamer flashing past, and then submerged on the roof of the building opposite the venue.
Is a female angel.
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Can't stay here any longer, I should go out!
[Daphne] Telling herself secretly...Fortunately, no one came in the bathroom for such a long time, which really made him rejoice.
That Mr. Luo, he should have used up the bathroom and left... But why did he appear backstage?
Shaking his head, [Daphne] just wanted to open the door, but the door of the women's bathroom suddenly opened.
[Daphne] All of a sudden, the door of the toilet compartment was gently closed again-although in his current appearance, it doesn't matter if he bumps into someone who comes in.
But he still instinctively wanted to avoid the occurrence of this kind of thing... he always felt that if he entered the female land casually with his current appearance, it would be regarded as a shameless behavior.
I don't know who came in.
But [Daphne] felt that the person who came in seemed to be looking at this place... He felt the doors of each toilet cubicle being opened one by one.
It's almost his turn to stay with... [Daphne] She was so nervous that she covered her mouth and shrank her body.
But the act of turning over the door stopped at this time...The person who came in stepped into the grid beside him at this time.
[Daphne] Even more dare not say anything, he heard some figures taking off their clothes.
After a while, [Daphne] actually saw a gap in the grid underground, and a blood-stained bandage fell out.
[Daphne] All of a sudden, she also shrank her feet... The blood-stained bandage was also pulled back at this time.
He even heard some muffled sounds... after a while, the voice stopped.
Then Grid's door was opened, and there was some sound of water coming from the wash basin in front of him-after a while, the man left here.
After a while, [Daphne] walked out again tentatively, and after confirming that there was no one here, he was relieved.
Driven by curiosity, [Daphne] opened the grid that the man had just used.
Nothing is left here.
If he insisted, only a faint scent remained, which seemed to be some kind of perfume.
With a burst of doubt in his mind, [Daphne] finally shook his head, and then tried to make herself look more natural in front of the mirror before opening the door and leaving.
"Here... When did a [under repair] sign hang up?" Looking at the sign hanging on the doorknob, [Daphne] frowned, "Could it be that the person just hung it up?"
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Mr. Asaches smelled something, musty.
This should be the basement of Teacher Calvin's house, he remembers the smell.
But at this time he was blindfolded, tied his hands and feet, and was thrown into this place... Azaches had been awake for a few minutes, and he wanted to understand the reason for his fainting.
That bitter, frowning coffee!
He couldn't help sighing. It seemed that Teacher Calvin had done something...dangerous things behind his back, otherwise he wouldn't have to get himself and locked it up.
Mr. Asaches first wiped the blindfolded cloth off his face on the ground, and then looked at the environment in the basement... Soon, he began to roll his body, toward the corner of the wall, and started On the iron support of a cabinet, rub the rope on his body.
Soon after, the rope fell and he was able to regain his freedom.
Azaches came to the door of the basement, twisted, unable to open.
He shook his head, squatted down after thinking about it, and fumbled a few from the soles of his shoes.
One of them opened the door of the basement directly...Mr. Asaches slapped his palms and left the basement easily, "Mr. Calvin, I usually help you do the chores in your house, even I change the locks for you...you look down on me too, right?"
It's just that Mr. Azaches walked around the house and couldn't see the Calder. As for Robert, who claimed to be the nephew of Calder, he didn't even see it.
"Where will they go?"
Azaches finally sat in the study of the writer of Calvin, thinking about the purpose of his own mentor—and the words Calvin had said before he stunned him.
"Sinland... the route back then?"
Abruptly, Mr. Azaches stood up, and quickly walked out of the bookcase next to him, and began to churn through the cabinets.
"Holy water, holy water...Master Morian, Master Morian...There must be something left, even a little bit... there is."
He found a piece of information-to be precise, a book,
The cover of the book has been torn off, but the name of the author of the book can be found on the second page-Morian!
This is surprisingly the work of Master Morian, the discoverer of [Holy Water] who was judged in [Free City] more than two hundred years ago.
This is probably the only clue he can find—Teacher Calvin feels very much doing things, there are basically no clues left here.
This work is probably something left over from the past...Perhaps because it was the painstaking effort of a master, Calvin Teacher did not destroy it, but even so, he still tore the cover open and removed it. Hidden in a pile of insignificant miscellaneous books.
If it weren't for being too familiar with the teacher's temperament, most people would not find anything at all—even if they found something, they wouldn't have any thoughts about the book whose cover was torn off.
After all, the name [Master Morian] has long been erased.
That is not an unreachable area.
--Morian
Title page language.
"That's not an unreachable realm..." As he read the words on the title page softly, Mr. Azaches couldn't help frowning: "It's not unreachable... what kind of realm is it? God's realm?"
He turned a page again, and inside it was a brief introduction of this [Master Morian] and a photo of [Master Morian] was printed.
The pages of the book have been yellowed a long time ago, so they are more like portraits than photos.
But looking at the portrait of this [Master Morian], there was a look of surprise on Mr. Asaches's face.
"This woman...Kelly!? What about..."
Mr. Assaches was shocked, closed the book directly, stuffed it into his arms, and then rushed out of the house of the writer of Gald and ran all the way.
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The holy girl ceremony venue, backstage.
Boss Luo just came back, but saw the male assistant of Durand Castle Lord, looking for something anxiously at this time.
"Mr. Luo, great! I finally found you!"
"I went to the bathroom, what's the matter?"
"The rehearsal is about to begin, the judges are already in place...you are the only one left!" the male assistant said quickly.
Boss Luo said: "The rehearsal is not a problem, after all, it can make the Saint Girls more prepared... However, if the judges also go up, the scoring will not be preconceived in the official competition."
"If the saint girl's alternates are officially on the court, wouldn't they be able to surprise the judges before they can break through." The male assistant smiled slightly, obviously he had dealt with such a problem long ago.
"How am I going there?" Boss Luo said nonchalantly.
"Please follow me."
The male assistant quickly brought Boss Luo into the recording hall...The audience had not yet been able to enter the venue. At this time, under the stage of the recording hall, only some judges and on-site staff were seated.
Ludick, Isabel, Nostal, Galician... and other judges, both men and women, were indeed already seated.
Seeing that the last judge arrived, the director of the scene also officially arranged the start of the rehearsal.
The seats between the judges are also predominant and subordinate—the Gale scholar, undoubtedly sitting in the middle of the crowd, beside him are Mr. Nosta and the head of the Ludick campus.
Miss Isabel was in a position slightly outside...then Boss Luo was arranged to sit next to Miss Isabel.
"This...this is what Miss Isabel requested, Mr. Luo...forgive me."
After the male assistant whispered this sentence, he showed a wry smile, and then sat down in the back awkwardly.
Boss Luo just sat down, Miss Isabel has already leaned in a little, and said with a light smile: "Is the saint girl in the backstage too beautiful? Or did I run into the female star on the road... Obviously I am right in front of you. ."
"Miss Isabel, you are too dazzling." Boss Luo said softly, "I think you should be on this stage."
She laughed and her chest trembled, "But I don't like this stage, I only like the people on this stage."
"I like this stage." Boss Luo smiled and said, "I also like the people on the stage."
Isabel chuckled lightly.
At this time, the lights in the recording hall dimmed with a pop, and then the lights on the stage turned on... The host slowly walked out, which meant that the final rehearsal officially began.
After the host said a few more words, he said loudly: "Then, on this legendary stage, there will be the first saint girl candidate tonight! Applause please, our first saint girl Come on alternate!"
"I'm so excited, I don't know what kind of performance will I bring to the first Saint Girl alternate?!" The host's voice was still ringing.
All the lights were on the stage, accompanied by the host's voice...the stage was still quiet at this time.
"Maybe...maybe the first girl is always a little nervous! Maybe we should give her more encouragement and applause...?"
But this time there was no applause.
The judges all stared at the stage with different expressions.
I saw a young girl who fell directly from the roof of the stage at this time...The girl's body was wrapped in red ribbons!
The ribbon finally fell, and the girl's body was also entangled in the midair of the stage... in a posture that ordinary people could not bear!
It's like a puppet with a string!
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