Chapter 272

When the little attendants arrived at the only way for the motorcade, the residents of Pinghu Town were already standing on both sides of the road. For civilians, knights and nobles represent the nobility and elegance of the human world. Many refugees have never seen a real knights and nobles in their lives. When the townspeople heard that a great nobleman visited Randall's collar today, they stood by the roadside early and waited for the arrival of the noble motorcade. Even if they can't witness the demeanor of the great nobility, as long as they see the family crest and noble honor guard on the carriage, they can boast for a long time in front of their descendants.

In the long-awaited eyes of the people, the endless motorcade came slowly. The tall and straight cavalry straddled the horse and held a sharp spear. The red streamer fluttered on the spear tip. Their scales glittered in the sunshine, which was impossible to look directly at. After the cavalry, they are elite infantry with shields and halberds. They wore shiny locks and walked with sonorous and powerful steps. They held their heads high and protected both sides of the carriage. Their sharp eyes swept the crowd on both sides of the lane from time to time, and always attracted bursts of cold air. The most striking is the 20 fast bird light cavalry. Although they wear leather armor and the refined iron machetes are also hidden in the scabbard, the fast bird under the seat is so proud, but the cooing sound in the throat makes the nearby horses afraid and uneasy. When they pass through the crowd, the audience on both sides cheered heartily. Because this is the fast bird ride of Randall family. They are the pride of Pinghu Town. The cheers did not last long. The paladins escorted a simple carriage to the front, and the townspeople half knelt on the ground to pay their most pious respects to the servants of the Supreme Lord.

In this case, of course, the young attendants can't stand. They are half kneeling in the crowd, but they are talking in a low voice.

"Boar's coat of arms, that's a big man in the York family. Well, there's a big man in the church! A tower... Is this the coat of arms of that family? Elsa, is that family with tower as its coat of arms?"

"Fool, this is the sign of the Silver Tower!" Elsa murmured, her eyes fixed on a red bronze carriage carved with roses. To be exact, she was carefully observing the noble maids around the carriage.

Elsa admired the elegant and indifferent manner of the maid until the carriage went away.

"Bell, I will be the best noble maid! Bei... Eh, where's bell? Bell! Who has seen bell?"

"Just now... Bell!"

"Bell is gone!"

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Pinghu Town.

Bell ran around the empty streets like a headless fly. Now she just wanted to find a place to hide.

Just now, when the red bronze horse carved with rose patterns appeared, a voice sounded in Bell's mind: remember the breath in the carriage, avoid her, avoid her, don't appear in front of her, don't be against her!

Bell was puzzled. She didn't feel the danger, but the voice kept echoing in her mind. Bell didn't respond. She wanted to see the beast pulling the horse cart. The voice in her mind gradually quieted down and didn't urge bell any more. Then a nameless fear rose from the bottom of her heart. Bell was afraid. What she was afraid of was not the breath in the carriage, but pure fear. So, like a panic stricken little beast, she spread her feet and ran away. Bell didn't know why she ran. She ran away by instinct, trying to get rid of her inner fear.

The residents of Pinghu Town went to watch the noble honor guard. The town was empty and there were no people. The doors of every room were closed. A little girl ran wildly in the town. Occasionally passers-by saw her. Before she came and stopped, she disappeared into the alley. Passers-by can only shake their heads and continue on their way.

Unconsciously, bell ran to Pinghu Town Square. She saw a beautiful building with the door open. So, without thinking about it, he plunged into it.

The hall of the building was very wide. There were rows of chairs in it. Bell found a corner and squatted down. The feeling of fear gradually faded. At this time, a series of footsteps sounded in the hall. Bell looked curiously. She saw a bent figure standing in front of her.

This is a wrinkled old man. He is wearing a strange short robe, but he looks kind and kind.

The old man asked, "don't be afraid, bertina. You're safe here."

Bell nodded and looked at the old man suspiciously. "Hey, how do you know my name? Who are you?"

"Yes, I know your name is bertina, and I know you are 15 years old... My name is Miller." The old man said with a smile.

Bell was very happy. It was the first time she met someone who could talk to her. "Miller, I'm a mute. How can you hear my voice?"

"Don't worry, come with me." Miller held out his hand to bell.

Bell hesitated for a moment, but Miller's peaceful and warm breath let her down her guard, so she took the old and rough hand. Miller led bell to the prayer room behind the hall.

Closing the door of the prayer room, Miller turned to bell and said, "son, you're not mute, but someone won't let you speak."

"You mean my teachers?" Bell blinked his big eyes.

"Teachers? Hehe, they restrain your growth, control your behavior, control your fear, and deserve to be teachers?" Miller shook his head and smiled. "Bell, do you want to talk?"

Bell bit her fingers and nodded her head several times until Miller touched her head. Sleepiness surged up again, and she fell asleep vaguely.

The immeasurable white gold Rune appeared in the void, and the prayer room became a glorious country. The platinum Rune rotated in a mysterious way and gradually formed four platinum chains, wrapped Bell's young body, pulled back suddenly, and the virtual shadow of a girl wearing armor was pulled out.

The virtual shadow girl slowly opened her eyes, and her flawless face showed the dignity and indifference of a God's residence. A powerful spiritual force stabbed Miller, leaving a visible ripple in the air.

At this time, Miller seemed to be dozens of years younger, his wrinkles were all gone, his body was tall and strong, his eyes were equally dignified but unyielding, equally indifferent but disgusting, and the White Gold brilliance surrounded him. The spirit puncture enough to interfere with the reality hit him hard, but he couldn't shake Miller.

The virtual shadow girl finally showed her angry expression. Her pupils became dark, and runes of different colors appeared on her side. With the rotation of the runes, the girl sometimes turned into an exquisite fairy girl, sometimes into a handsome barbarian girl, and sometimes reappeared the form of a human girl. She clung to a Rune to form a platinum chain. The rune gradually disintegrated, and the chain was about to break.

Miller sighed silently. The white golden light converged on him like a stream of water, and the light seeped out of his body. The immeasurable light drowned Miller. The wings of three pairs of angels spread out from behind, and the shining angels came to the world.

The shining angel, holding the sword of light, stabbed the empty shadow girl's eyebrows.

"In the name of my Lord, expel!"

The virtual shadow girl's lips are slightly open, sending out a silent roar, and the rune culture on her side is used as a light spot to dissipate in the void. The rune chain became a little light and melted into her forehead, and the sword of light gradually dissipated. The girl's eyes became ignorant, innocent and vibrant again. When she saw bell sleeping on the ground, she immediately showed a look of surprise, rushed forward and disappeared into Bell's body.

The prayer room was quiet again, as if nothing had happened. Bell opened his eyes, looked around in confusion, got up from the ground and rubbed his eyes again.

"Bell, you're awake."

"Miller, I just had a dream. I seemed to see myself sleeping on the ground, and then I woke up." Bell patted her little hand and said. She covered her mouth and jumped up in surprise.

"Miller, I can talk! I can talk! Miller? You seem to be getting old..."

Miller has white hair, drooping eyebrows and heavy bags under his eyes. He is more than ten years older than just now, but his eyes are as peaceful as ever.

"After all, I am a mortal. I can only live for another twenty or thirty years." Miller shook his head and smiled.

The naive bell soon put Miller's instant aging behind her. She asked happily, "did you cure me? Are you the father often said?"

Miller touched Bell's little head, smiled and asked, "if I were a priest, would you be afraid, little wizard?"

Bell nodded and shook his head with great strength. His father told her that the priest would burn them both, but the old man in front of him was not vicious at all. Instead, he felt very comfortable around him.

"Miller, are dad and I evil demons?" Bell asked curiously and timidly.

Miller said very seriously: "bell is a good child, not evil at all! Imosen is not an evil devil, he is a great father, much greater than me! If I have his courage..." Miller's voice choked and his eyes became sad.

"Miller, are you missing your child?"

Looking at Bell's innocent eyes, Miller's heart surged with a wonderful feeling, which was father's love. He sighed and said, "yes, I'm missing my child. If he's still alive, he's already a great 20-year-old..."

"All right." Miller wiped the tears from his eyes and said, "bell, you can speak now. Those voices can't bother you anymore. You're free!"

Bell held his head and thought hard for a while. "Those teachers often talk to me. They seem to ask me to do many things in the future. But I can't remember."

"You don't have to listen to them. You just have to be yourself."

"What do you call yourself?" Bell asked suspiciously.

Miller thought for a moment and said, "well, do what you like."

Bell nodded vaguely, and then became happy again. She wanted to be the best noble maid like her little friends.

Bell suddenly thought of a very important thing and asked, "can I grow tall?"

"Er... It's a little slow to grow tall." Miller scratched the white hair on his head, gritted his teeth and said, "you can't tell others that you're 15 years old, you say... You're 7 years old!"

"Lying is not a good boy."

"This... It's not good to lie. But... This." Sweat oozed from Miller's forehead. He thought it would be harder to explain to bell whether it was good to lie than the arrival of Shizhan angel. He simply bluffed: "if you tell others that you are 15 years old, they won't make friends with you!"

"Then I won't say." Bell was really frightened. It was not easy for her to have so many good friends.

"Miller, when can I see dad?" Bell regarded Miller as a know it all.

"What did the Lord tell you?"

"The master said that dad was working for him and would come to see me when he was free."

"Then you don't have to worry."

"Miller, can you let the master teach me to write?"

Miller smiled cunningly and said, "if you can speak, victor will allow you to learn to write. His mind is not ordinary. He can accommodate a little girl."

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A mysterious space is staging a terrible spiritual storm. The power of the storm is tens of thousands of times stronger than the spiritual puncture in the prayer room, so that it breaks through the space barrier and roars towards the slowly rotating element sea. However, the spiritual storm powerful enough to destroy mountains and pull mountains falls on the element sea, and can not even stir up a ripple.

"Great Donal, please calm your anger. The shelter of Zhenzu regzo is full of holes, but your anger can't shake Talon!"

"Solaris! Are you here to laugh at my weakness, or do you want to prove that your strength is comparable to that of the great ape of creation!"

The ancient will named Solaris was silent for a moment and said, "although the creation giant ape is the first descendant of the true ancestor, his power has already surpassed any existence. Even if his will has been silent, the main material world is not something you and I can shake."

"What I want to say is that consuming strength will only damage your origin."

As the spiritual storm subsided, Donal said slowly, "you are right, great Solaris. However, the original force cut off our connection with bertina. Is he the Elector of midaeus?"

"Voters? Hum, just a sympathizer." Sorares said, "midaeus' soul fire has long been unable to promote his ontological will. How can he choose voters? The original kind is just a law sympathizer. He saw many secrets from midaeus and stole his power. That's all."

"The original kind has changed the direction of fate. The son of Tyrone is still active in the material world. Even if bertina is strong, he will kill her! Great Solaris, do you have any remedial measures?" Asked Donal.

"It's the daughter of talon, not the son of talon." Solaris corrected.

"What's the difference?"

"No difference. She can arouse Tyrone's anger. Even if our old opponent climbs out of the abyss blood pool, he doesn't dare to face her in the main material world." Solaris said, "I am reminding you that she is just a mortal, with gender, life span and all the limitations of mortals. My king Watan blessed bertina with real luck. She is the darling of this era. When she takes over the legacy of the alchemical Empire, Tyrone's daughter will have died of old age."

"Great Donal, you don't have to worry about the twists and turns of fate. The great destiny skill of Metis will correct the direction of fate at the cost of his own fall. The barbarians of the Lord world will take you as their master, and their faith will hold up your throne. At the same time, I also want to remind you to abide by our agreement."

"Great Solaris, as long as I ascend the throne again, my barbarian people will form an alliance with mankind, drive our old opponent back to the abyss, and let Talon's great power smash him and the blood pool!"

"I hope so."