13 Mink Street Chapter 510

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Blanche's face was full of sweat. She wanted to take the wet towel from Ashley's hand to wipe herself, but she didn't know that Ashley was already helping the captain lying on the bed to wipe the sweat. up.

However, it was me who had been treated hard just now, and the captain didn't sweat at all.

Immediately, Blanche reached out and pinched Ashley's ass.

Ashley turned her body sideways to get rid of what she saw as "the claws of jealousy"; then, while continuing to wipe Karen, she sighed with distress:

"Our captain is so pitiful, he was injured so badly again."

Blanche said helplessly: "The captain's injury is indeed not serious, but it's not a big problem. The first priest who helped the captain deal with the injury is of a very high level."

"Will there be scars on the captain's body?" Ashley asked.

"Anyway, you won't appreciate it in the future."

"Here, here is the towel, and you can wipe it too." Ashley handed the towel to Blanche.

Blanche took the towel and leaned over to help the captain wipe his body.

Ashley teased, "To wipe your sweat, my friend."

"I can wipe my sweat anytime."

At this time, the door of the office was opened, and Neo walked over while yawning, looked at Karen who was lying on the bed, and said with a smile: "I'm a little out of balance now, why do you always seem to be able to lie down longer than me?" Comfortable."

Karen opened his eyes, Ashley and Blanche left the office sensiblely after saluting to Neo.

Neo sat down beside Karen's bed and continued: "I used to lie here too, and Lisa Yin sat next to me."

Karen said helplessly: "I don't mind if you want to tear up your own memory scars to play, because this is your freedom, but please don't put me or yourself in a strange substitution position."

"Okay, it seems that the little priest under you has handled you well, and with your physical fitness improved, the recovery speed should be very fast."

"Um."

Neo lifted up his divine robe, and the wound on his abdomen was scarred:

"The church knows that I have the bloodthirsty strange blood, but I don't want them to know that my blood level has improved so quickly."

"It's been so hard, carrying the intestines for so long."

"Hey, before I put the intestines in, I found a place to wash them with water."

"If you think it's dirty, you can cut it off and I'll make you a dish."

"It should sound delicious, because you, the person who can resist the disgust and say such a thing, prove that that dish has a very special place in your heart."

"Yes."

"Then the next time Richard is seriously injured, I'll borrow some intestines from him. Anyway, he will recover quickly."

"Did he suspect you?"

After all, Karen was defeated and changed the subject on his own initiative.

"Yes, of course I doubt it, but it's not limited to me or you."

"It must be you. I smoked cigars with the whipman."

"Do you know that it's a very disrespectful thing to show off that you have interacted with senior leaders?"

"I'm just stating to you that his suspicions are most likely limited to you, so don't be so crazy when you do things in the future."

"What are you afraid of? Doubt me if you doubt me. Is it difficult to clear yourself of suspicion? After this incident is over, when you treat Bernie to supper, I will attack the supper stand in the form of a bright remnant, and clean your body thoroughly." Suspicion; then I will buy Bernie coffee, and you pass by the coffee shop as a bright remnant, clearing me of suspicion.

They never dreamed that there would be a bright remnant of two offices door to door, and we happened to wash each other. "

Karen thinks that Neo's idea is naive...but there is a high probability that it will be very effective.

Because this is not a pure imitation, Neo's "skin" is a mask, even if a mask is added on the outside, but the body shape and temperament can be transferred and inherited.

"I think there's something we don't know," Karen said.

"Of course, Bernie returned to the Dingle area overnight. The plan of the people above will not tell us directly. We only have the freedom to move forward step by step. Let's do our own thing, such as this afternoon."

"The more I feel like a pawn, the smoother the trial in the afternoon will be."

"Okay, then trust your own feeling, your feeling has always been accurate, isn't it?"

"However, I don't really want to participate in this trial as a pawn."

Neo immediately raised his hand and said, "I know, you think this trial will have special meaning to you, I understand, I understand; as for me, I like to hide in the dark and carnival wantonly;

As for you, you like to stand in the sun and smile reservedly. "

"Still using poetry?"

"how do you feel?"

"Better than flipping."

"Hehe, well, get some sleep and work harder this afternoon."

"OK."

Neo got up, then paused, and said: "By the way, the God Cult's policy on dealing with the remnants of light seems to be changing, and the specific changes will take a while to come out. Forget it, let's talk about it after the document is released. Now Not urgent."

"Um."

Neo walked out of the office.

Karen closed his eyes and began to rest. It was not yet dawn. In theory, he had enough time to get a good night's sleep.

In fact... In the office anyway, whether he was sitting behind the desk or lying on the bed didn't affect the progress of the work.

"Tick tock...tick tock...tick tock..."

The familiar sound of dripping water is like a prelude that will never change, and it is like the stereotype of a hypnotist swinging a pocket watch in front of you and making you stare at it. If you say "You feel very tired now", then It almost made up for the last shortcoming of the cliché.

However, some prologues cannot be avoided. When your subconscious mind is willing to accept its appearance, you can feel normal even if the opening scene is screaming at the top of your lungs.

open your eyes

this is a dream;

[Scythe of War] Standing in front of you, leaning slightly, even though you have seen it many times, it still gives yourself the illusion that once it falls, it will split you in half. You have even simulated flesh and blood in your mind in advance And the taste feeling when the bones are cut.

Lowering his head, the abyssal pool was still in front of him.

"Tick tock... tick tock..."

No water drops fell, but the center of the pool still had ripples according to the rhythm.

Gradually, a face appeared below, and what Karen saw was his own face.

I and "I" look at each other with the surface of the water pool as the boundary.

After a while, the appearance of himself inside began to change, gradually becoming the appearance of Mr. Pavaro.

He looked at himself indifferently, and then his face gradually changed from two-dimensional to three-dimensional in the pool. He emerged, stood up, and stood beside [Scythe of War]. 】 Together, the body leaned forward slightly.

The silent eye contact continued, Karen did not speak, and Mr. Pavaro did not speak.

This dream was a bit inexplicable, and Karen had no idea what it meant to express, nor did he know what kind of emotion he was expressing in creating such a dream in his heart.

This feeling is like doing a reading comprehension question on my own article, but I still have no clue.

At this time, [Scythe of War] began to "sway". It didn't actually move, but it seemed to have informed itself in advance that it was going to move.

Sure enough, at the next moment, [Scythe of War] slipped towards Mr. Pavaro.

Mr. Pavaro's face was cut off, and then this face flew towards Karen.

Karen didn't resist, letting the face close to him in the end.

Karen has long been used to wearing a ring that belongs to Mr. Pavaro's mask.

After the overlap was over, Karen looked forward and found that Mr. Pavaro knelt there at some point, lifting his hands to present the form.

This scene is exactly the same as Mr. Pavaro's actions before his complete demise after being "awakened" by himself.

That night when he came out from under Zihe's sausage factory, in the woods, Mr. Pavaro personally tore off his own face and presented it to himself. In it, Karen was willing to help him get rid of the approval of those poor girls, and there was also a part about his wife. Apology for entrusting Karen to take care of her.

"Gudu...gudu...gudu..."

Below the abyss, there was the sound of bubbles.

Karen had a hunch that the terrible consciousness that had shouted out the words at the beginning seemed to want to send a message to himself through the imprint relationship of [Scythe of War].

It's time to wake up from this dream.

I still have to go to the trial meeting in the afternoon. I have injuries on my body that have just been healed, so I can no longer touch these things indiscriminately.

Karen opened her eyes.

Its daybreak.

Turning his head to look at the time, it was one o'clock in the afternoon, and there was still more than an hour before the start of the trial.

"It should be because of the Judgment Council. I dreamed of Mr. Pavaro, but because of the imprint of [Scythe of War], a dream that should have been normal was involved in this style of painting."

Karen looked at the [Scythe of War] imprint on the back of his hand that Marvalho helped him to mark. He only now understands that this imprint can not only help him summon [Black Prison Castle], but also get the magic weapon [Scythe of War]. Sickle】In addition to the benefits of blessing, its side effects are not just as simple as having nightmares for a while; its existence almost distorts one's dreams.

To put it more exaggeratedly, if you have a **** dream, probably when the **** dream occurs, the scene cannot be a warm big bed, but the scene of the [Scythe of War] "staring" by the pool, which is more destructive than looking at it with a camera nature.

Or if you have a simple dream, such as eating cotton candy, eating lollipops, or even eating candied haws, the [Scythe of War] and the scene of the abyss will still be embedded in it.

However, Murray also has this mark on the back of his hand, but he doesn't seem to have this problem.

So, is it because of my particularity that I am too sensitive?

Karen shook his head. If there is a chance in the future, he still has to find a way to deal with this. He doesn't want to have things in himself that can subjectively limit and affect him.

Heart addiction is an exception, it is equivalent to a chronic disease I suffer from; but this is entirely due to my connection with the imprint of [Scythe of War], but I still have no idea how to solve it.

Disconnect?

It can be done by looking for Marvalho, but Karen is a little bit reluctant, because [Black Prison Castle] is useless after it is lifted.

To order it?

To carry out your own ordering of an artifact that exists completely and is guarded by the Cult of Kosmos... Go crazy!

"well."

Sighing, Karen walked into the bathroom and fiddled with it consciously, and soon the most suitable water temperature and flow rate appeared.

The sense of loss that was originally distorted by the dream is instantly filled at this time. Taking advantage of others is always one of the most primitive sources of happiness.

"Master." Alfred's voice sounded from outside: "I'll bring you a new divine robe."

"Okay, put it there."

After washing and tidying up, and putting on a new set of robes, Karen walked to the office.

The robe is indeed new. I still remember that when I went to the coupon store to buy the robe for the first time, I ticked off the list, considered the price configuration, and rubbed a piece of Richard's when I was taking a bath at Richard's house. The new robe is quite happy.

Up to now, it is really possible to change into a new divine robe every time I attend a formal occasion.

Well, it's not Karen's deliberate extravagance, but that although the divine robe generally has the function of self-cleaning and is much stronger and more durable than ordinary clothes, it is not a stomach after all, and even if it is a stomach, it will leave behind it in battle. A dent that can't be repaired, let alone a god's robe.

Basically, after a fight, a divine robe becomes useless and a new one has to be bought.

"Alfred."

"Master."

"The next time you go to the coupon store to discuss wholesale some **** robes, come back. Use the money in the team to order them according to each person's size. This should make it easier to bargain."

"Master, in fact, Madam Tang Li has been bringing you a divine robe."

"Um?"

"My subordinate thought it was from Richard at first, so I didn't mention it to you, young master. I also asked tentatively not long ago, and found that it wasn't him, so it could only be your grandmother."

"Well, I see."

At this time, Vic knocked on the door and came in: "Captain, we are all ready."

"Okay, let's go."

The court venue is in this building, but it's on the third floor.

Probably only the designers of the Whip of Order office liked this kind of tone, and arranged it as gloomy as possible.

However, no matter how fine the layout is, it can't match the sandpaper of time.

Although it has been deliberately cleaned, the courtroom still gives people a stale atmosphere. This cannot be solved by redecorating, and it still needs popularity.

After all, for many years, no court has been held here.

The significance of this trial meeting is very great, so Bernie said last night that the trial meeting and what happened last night are two different things, so don't confuse them together.

In fact, the trial held at the Whip of Order headquarters was a huge breakthrough.

Karen led Vic and Alfred into the trial hall. There were already quite a few people sitting inside. Although it was not as exaggerated as a full house, except for a large number of religious reporters, they were all prominent figures.

Ever since Karen entered the door, the shutters of the cameras of the reporters have not stopped.

Although Karen will not be nervous or stage fright, but facing the camera, some behaviors are still a bit rigorous.

From walking to his seat, to sitting down, to taking the water glass from Alfred's hand, to looking down at the materials delivered by Vik, to listening to the introduction that Vik himself thought he was talking nonsense, In the end, he nodded in satisfaction; all the details of the movements were a little deliberate.

In the public auditorium, all the reporters came to the fence to take photos of Karen at a closer distance.

As the largest church in the world, the Cult of Kosmos attracts the attention of the entire church circle, not to mention the whip of order that erupted within the Cult of Kosmos and the power struggle in the local regional management office, which has been analyzed by the outside world It is considered to be a landmark event of the division of factions within the Cult of Order, which may trigger a chain reaction in the future, and this starting point is here.

"This arrangement is not bad. Did the Whip of Order intentionally let the best-looking person in the department come to the trial meeting?"

"His name is Karen, a young man who has recently risen from the Cult of Kosmos."

"Oh, yes, what about his family background?"

"It is said to be an orphan."

"Do you believe it?"

"Many high priests of the God of Order have no family background."

"Oh, that's right."

The reporters were whispering to each other, and the leaders of the various religious missions and offices in the York City area sitting behind were also discussing in a low voice according to their usual personal relationship, but when they discussed, they would set up a small isolation circle, This can be regarded as a kind of whispering face to face.

Ashley, Blanche, Richard, and Philomena also came in and found a place to sit down.

Karen looked at them and found that the wounds on Philomena's chin and neck were covered with a layer of white flocs. It should be that Richard used "Jerry's Baby Silk" to help Philomena treat the wounds.

And when everyone was seated in a row, Richard, who was the first to go in, took the second-to-last seat in the row, leaving Philomena the most marginal seat.

Sometimes Karen really feels that the reason for his uncle's social fear may not be because of his blood, but because he has given all his social skills to his son.

At this time, the presiding judge entered the venue with the judges.

Karen originally thought that the judge would be Harry, but no, it was an unfamiliar female face.

Vic whispered: "Gaspol, the headquarter of the Whip of Order in the Dinger Region, his position is above average. After all, the Dinger Region is different from other regions, and the Whip of Order there can still work normally. So she has a lot of experience."

Um. Karen responded, indicating that he knew.

In the VIP auditorium, the chief bishop of York City, Walfren, came out, and behind him, there was Dorfo and another bishop.

Everyone present stood up and saluted Wo Fulun:

"Meet the Chief Bishop."

The same is true for the presiding judge, Gaspol.

Walforon returned the salute to Gaspol, and the two bishops behind him did the same:

"Meet the judge."

Afterwards, the three of Wolflon sat down in their seats, and Dolfo stared directly at Karen without any concealment.

Karen ignored Bishop Dolfo's almost provocative gaze, but slightly loosened the neckline of his divine robe. As more and more people entered the venue, the air here seemed to become more and more turbid.

It must have been in disrepair for a long time, and the air conversion device here has failed. In addition, this is still the third floor, and it is a relatively deep third floor, so the air is naturally stagnant.

Alas, I knew I would have brought two potted plants from my office and put them here.

The last ~www.mtlnovel.com~ must be the real protagonist of today;

Vikolai was escorted up, and the shackles on his body were not dismantled, so he stood in the cage that had been placed in advance.

In fact, Karen felt that this arrangement was a bit wasteful, because even if Vico was to untie all the shackles, he didn't have to worry about it, because there was still his equal opponent Richard sitting here.

Finally, Gaspar pointed his finger upwards, and a black whip flew from his table.

How could the trial of the Whip of Order allow the presiding judge to hit the hammer? Of course, it is to keep the tradition and go straight to the whip.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

Three consecutive bangs of the whip were heard, and the audience was immediately silent, and the air became much fresher. This made Karen look forward to the judge's whipping a few times from time to time to let everyone breathe.

"The trial begins."

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