Chapter 5 Zhou Mingrui
In the temple as magnificent as a giant, the light from all directions shines brightly on the white and golden palaces without a trace of shadow. The complex and twisted patterns cling to the cross, and the platinum throne stands above the twelve steps.
Everything seems so sacred except that man.
Mikhail lay on the throne, his thighs resting on the handrail, and his calves stretched out, shaking. He put one hand behind his head, and his other hand reached for the throne and groped for a while and took out a small porcelain bottle.
Pinching the bottle and shaking it in his ears twice. Listening to the slight sound of water coming from inside, Mikhail sighed melancholy, took off the bottle plug with one hand, and took a deep breath.
The wine is almost gone, and it's time to make Angelweed an extraordinary character.
Mikhail thought with a bleak look on his face, recalling the days when Vodka was snatching tons and tons, and then thinking about how many days he has been drinking a bottle of inferior wine. Poor, so pitiful.
The overlapping prayer echoed in my ears, and the gods listened to it, it was Sasrier. "She did not respond to Russian books." A low voice entered Mikhail's ears.
Mikhail lowered his eyes and looked at the bottle in his hand. His index finger rubbed the bottle plug. With a slight force, a small gap appeared on the mouth of the bottle. The smell of wine that was so faint that there was almost no smell of wine floated out of it and penetrated into Mikhail's nose. The drunkard slapped slightly, pressed his index finger down, blocking the fragrance of wine back.
After reaching out to put the bottle back to the throne, Mikhail sat up straight and stretched, and the throne under him gradually became a leather sofa.
The god lay on the sofa and thought to himself that it was still comfortable.
"I didn't have any hope at all," Mikhail lay on the sofa and closed his eyes, "There is nothing to care about."
Saslir was silent. If he really didn't care, how could he let him test after he predicted it?
As the half-body of the ancient sun god, Sasslil also has that hometown in his memory. Although Amanisius can help him relieve his homesickness, due to cultural differences and Amanisius's limited understanding of His kingdom, sometimes the effect is not as good as Sasslil.
This should be the reason why Mikhail gave the memory of old civilization to Him when he made Sasrir.
But Mikhail didn't like this. In His opinion, Sasriel was himself. It was too strange to seek comfort in himself. He didn't like it.
The sun god rarely talks about old civilization with Sasrier. In His opinion, Sasrier can only barely be considered half of the old remnant. The reason why he barely is considered half of the old remnant is because he is Mikhail's half body. Otherwise, in Mikhail's eyes, he would only be a native of the old civilization. He would not miss that civilization.
"We have a good appearance this time, and we should have shocked them." Mikhail wanted to laugh loudly when he thought of Eve's careful appearance.
Saslir was a little helpless. Mikhail always liked to hold a godly air in front of people. This is why he understood that maintaining a sense of mystery and high standards would make it easier to gain people's faith. After all, no one would believe in Lao Wang next door.
But before the old remnants, when they first met, he also liked to hold on, seeing them looking cautious and trepidated. The time He holds depends on the time when his vest is stripped.
Seeing that my fellow villagers took off my vest, I found that the mysterious and powerful ancient sun god was my fellow villagers or a fellow villager who was a vicious beauty who loved to play with memes. At that moment, the tall and cracked expression in my heart could bring a lot of happiness to Mikhail.
Amanisius gave him a lot of eyes because of this incident.
Why do people like to be stripped of their vests? Shouldn’t normal people feel embarrassed if their tall image is shattered?
"How are you going to arrange Eve?" Saslier asked. Although the ancient sun god gave Eve to Him, he was a remnant of the past and still had to ask the real master.
"First arrange for her to exercise in the city patrol team for a month, and then lead a team of outside cities patrol teams. After she becomes an angel, she can form her own legion." Mikhail closed his eyes and said, "Ulolus is too young, so don't make arrangements for now, and wait until he grows up like a teenager."
Saslir silently wrote down the arrangements, raised his head from the numerous official duties, and said to the staff who organized official duties, "Please call the captain of the city patrol team here."
"Yes." The staff put the official business approved by Saslier in his arms on the desk and hurriedly ran out.
After a while, he brought a tall man in.
"Greetings to His Highness Sasslier." Eric stood at the desk at a loss and gave a very standard gift. He felt his face burning and wanted to scratch it, but he didn't dare to move in front of Saslier.
"Miss Eve will be included in the city patrol team and exercise for a month," Sasslier said.
Eric's eyes lit up, and he felt his face burning even harder. He tightened the weapon in his hand, grabbed the corner of his clothes with his other hand, and kneaded it helplessly, and Miss Eve's smile appeared in his mind.
Saslier glanced at Eric, who was obviously in the youth, and didn't care.
Eric was still standing at the desk waiting for Saslier's next order, but he didn't wait until he was invited out by the staff.
Eric scratched his head and thought in confusion: "Is it just that His Highness Sasslil personally required his instructions?"
When he saw His Highness Sasslil twice in his life, Eric felt that he would be given a major task and was even prepared for sacrifice. But every time it was an irrelevant thing, every time it was Miss Eve.
Miss Eve...is there anything special about it?
Eric thought about it carefully and couldn't tell what was special except that he was very beautiful. Forget it, Eric shook his head and threw the random thoughts out of his mind. Even if there is one, he could not see it. His Highness Sasslil naturally has his deep meaning to Miss Eve so much. Just do it yourself and don't make any guesses.
Miss Eve should be resting now, it is better not to disturb me, let’s talk about it tomorrow.
The next day, Eve opened her eyes in a daze, turned over on the bed, closed her eyes and thought, "I feel so comfortable sleeping!"
Eve lay on her side on the bed, relaxing her body and mind. At this moment, she could finally think about what was going on.
Villagers, source fort and time travel are the things Eve is most concerned about at the moment.
The ancient sun god appeared not long ago, but it has been expanding its territory and occupying many ancient gods' territory and believers. Although its overall strength is not too strong now, it is thriving.
If the ancient sun god attacks Freggla, she can participate in the opportunity to rescue the villagers. Or she can also try to catch fish in troubled waters when other ancient gods conflict with Fregra.
However, whether it is the former or the latter, she must have enough strength, otherwise it will be easy to get away.
In the Source Castle, I don’t know if there will be any secret knowledge of the Saslir Sect. If not, she would have to find a way to meet the Goddess of Doom or the Ancient Sun God.
This source castle should be a very precious thing, after all, she was given a big hunting gift package as soon as she came up. Maybe it's also related to her time travel.
And traveling through time...
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Eve thought carefully about what she did before traveling through time.
"Brother, I found a book called "Minutes of the Secret Techniques of Qin and Han Dynasties", which contains a ceremony that can be transferred. Do you want to try it?" In Yiyi, his younger brother sent him a photo on his mobile phone, and clicked it to see that it was the so-called transfer ceremony. "Fethical superstition cannot be believed, brother." He replied, and then held the ceremony.
The ceremony was held!
Sure enough, feudal superstition kills people!
Wait, if I go through the ceremony, Zhou Mingrui might, maybe, maybe, probably, too.
Damn it! Then you have to find him quickly. This world is not something that can be lived. If you are eaten by something...
"No!" Eve shivered, shook her head quickly and threw out the horrifying imagination in her mind. "That boy is very tough, there will be no trouble!"
Eve immediately sat up, turned over and got out of bed, and said to Ulolus sitting on the other bed: "Ulolus, I have to go out for something, please help me get some food back."
People who have just arrived and have no job can receive food for free within a week, which was what Eric told her.
Ulolus nodded in agreement, Eve said "thank you" and turned around and ran out hurriedly.
As soon as I opened the door, I saw Eric leading a team to patrol the street. Eve was happy and thought to herself that she was so lucky.
Eve stepped forward and called, "Mr. Eric."
Hearing Eve's voice, Eric's originally serious face smiled. He pressed the corner of his mouth and pressed the smile down, returning to that serious look. "Quiet!" scolded the patrol team behind him, and said to Eve, "Miss Eve is wrong?"
"I want to ask Mr. Eric to help," Eric is the captain of the city patrol team. Nothing is more convenient for finding people in the city than him. "Can you find someone for me? His name is Zhou Mingrui."
"Zhou, Ming, Rui." Eric pronounced this name that was really awkward to him word by word. "Yes, can you tell me about his appearance in detail?"
"Sorry," Eve pursed her lips tightly, "I don't know."
Eric was stunned for a moment, and was extremely puzzled, thinking that Eve should have something special. "It's okay, it will be more difficult to find someone like this. Let's ask you."
"Thank you," Eve thanked Eric sincerely. "No thanks," Eric held the corner of his clothes with one hand and stood straight to Eve, "Miss Eve was incorporated into the city patrol team by His Highness Sasslier. He will be a colleague from now on. It is worth helping each other." As soon as he finished speaking, there was another turbulence behind him. "I'll ask Miss Eve to come to the team leader's uniform and weapons in the afternoon. I'll start work tomorrow." After that, he left with the patrol team behind him.
In fact, the inspection team in the city is good, which not only makes it convenient for her to find a younger brother but also saves her from looking for a job. Eve lowered her head and pondered, but was it because of the so-called Source Fortress? Otherwise, she, a small man, could not make it possible for Saslil to arrange it personally.
Forget it, if you can't think of it, she won't think about it anymore. Anyway, she is barefoot and is not afraid of wearing shoes.
(This chapter ends)