Chapter 29: A glimpse of the heart-stirring true appearance (Super Su warning, enter with caution)
Arnold's eyes turned cold for a moment, but he soon smiled again.
His eyelashes moved slightly, as if he was really thinking: "Is that so..." He said, gently placing his hand on Sherrill's wrist: "But this doesn't sound like a good deal. "
The moment he finished speaking, the door to the lounge was opened again.
This time, the person outside the door was obviously very anxious. He quickly turned the door handle, and while opening the door, he confirmed inwardly without forgetting to worry: "Sheryl? Sherrill, you are in here...!"
Before he finished speaking, he was froze in place because of the picture that came into view.
Guy's pupils suddenly shrank.
At this moment, he didn't know whether his shock at this moment was because he saw a strange man acting more intimately with Sherrill, or because he saw Sherrill's true face under the mask.
Although it is just a profile, it is stunning enough.
Guy had wondered more than once what the face under Sherrill's mask looked like, whether it was good-looking or ugly, whether it was smooth and flat, or whether it had hideous scars.
He also imagined countless images and scenarios of seeing Cheryl's true appearance. But he didn't expect to see the other person's face under the mask without any warning in such a situation.
Guy couldn't describe what emotions he was feeling at this moment.
He could feel his heart beating very fast, and an emotion that was difficult to describe in words filled his heart.
The dense emotions are like seeds sown in the wilderness. They should have sprouted and grown slowly under the moisture of rain and sunshine, but because of the beauty that suddenly hit the eyes, they grew wildly in an instant.
Cheryl withdrew his hand, straightened up and looked at Guy who was still standing at the door.
The boy's hair was a little messy, and there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. His originally well-ironed tuxedo also had wrinkles of varying depths, and a button on the right pocket was missing.
Even if Sherrill didn't need omniscience at this moment, he could still tell that the young man must have spent a lot of effort running all the way here from the pushing and pushing of the chaotic crowd.
Regardless of other things, the other party hurriedly found this place from the chaotic hall out of worry. Even though this kind of worry is not necessary for Sherrill.
However, the sincerity and sincerity of young people without any interests mixed with them is always very valuable.
So the next second, Cheryl's lips curled up slightly, and he answered what Guy had just said: "I'm in there."
There was a slight laziness in his voice, and his slightly joking tone reached Guy's eardrums, as if a strand of gossamer was tickling and lingering at the base of his ears.
Guy's ears suddenly turned red, and the moment Cheryl looked at him, he looked away as if he was being burned.
But soon, in the next second, as if he thought of something, he immediately stepped forward and looked at Arnold with a slightly hostile look and a wary look on his face: "Who are you?"
This man obviously had an ulterior motive for putting on another man's face at the big dance. And this face always felt familiar to him.
He should have seen it somewhere.
Guy began searching his memory for the face.
Arnold's brows furrowed slightly for a moment. He didn't answer Guy's words. He just stood up straight and stated calmly: "It seems that the door should be locked."
Hearing Arnold's words, Guy's eyes suddenly became more wary. He took two more steps closer to where Sherrill was, and just as he was about to speak, there was a sudden rush of footsteps outside the door, and then, another person came over.
It was Vile who came after Guy.
Compared to Guy, Will looked even more embarrassed, with his hair and clothes much messier. The tie on his shirt was ripped off by someone unknown, and there was a small cut on the right side of his chin.
Because he was catching up in a hurry, his breath was still a little short. When he came over, he subconsciously leaned his hand on the edge of the door frame to calm his disordered breathing: "Guy, don't..."
The rest of the words were just like Guy's situation. He still hadn't finished speaking. When he saw Sherrill, everything got stuck in his throat.
Sherrill gently rubbed Fat Crow's little head and said, "It's the third one."
Guy subconsciously asked: "What third one?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ogusge's voice came from behind Weir: "Why are you stuck at this door and not going in?"
Augsger put his hands on Weir's shoulders and used a little force to push him forward a few steps.
Behind Augsge, came...
And Duke Ainowen.
The fat crow flew onto Sherrill's shoulder. It looked at Ogusge and Ainowen who were both slightly stunned when they saw Sherrill's face. Then it looked at the remaining three people, and finally looked at Sherrill. Lear's ear replied: "Sheryl, it's five!"
It obviously didn't forget what Sherrill said before these people came in: "It will be crowded when it can accommodate up to five people!"
It answered cheerfully.
The voice of "Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb" seemed particularly clear in the quiet lounge because no one spoke.
Listening to this short crow, Arnold, who was closest to Sherrill, looked at the crow in a dress, his eyes narrowed, and he became thoughtful.
Crows are a symbol of death and destruction in dark magic, but in distant legends, crows are called messengers of the Lord God.
They have the ability to predict, are related to revelation and mysterious knowledge, and represent wisdom and enlightenment.
Although Arnold does not use dark magic, Erwes, the twin, has always used black magic.
Arnold has seen many crows, but those crows do not have special spirituality. Only this one made him feel that it had the same intelligence and thinking as humans.
So it really has something to do with the magic mirror itself...
Arnold looked at the crow a little deeper.
Fat Crow trembled subconsciously, feeling a chill inexplicably.
Sherrill glanced at Arnold, then rubbed the fat crow's head soothingly with his fingertips, indicating to it to continue eating: "Keep eating."
His voice was neither light nor heavy, but had an unobvious, slow lightness and softness.
Hearing this voice, Ogusge and Ainowen, who were standing behind Weir, also restrained their surprise and amazement when they suddenly saw Cheryl's true appearance.
Ainowen thought of that day in the dessert shop. It was his official meeting with the other person, and it was also the first time he became curious about a person's appearance.
At that time, he had traced countless faces in his mind, but none of them could match the mysterious, good and evil temperament of the other person.
Now, he unexpectedly saw the true appearance of the black-haired astrologer under the mask. This overly gorgeous and magnificent appearance is like an oil painting with rich strokes. Even if the other person does nothing and just stands there quietly, it will leave a deep and heavy stroke in the minds of others at a glance.
Ainowen thought about the divination he had done specifically for this banquet. The star point entwined by countless star lines was clearly at the center of the storm, causing disputes, but it was immune to it.
He warned others not to get close to this star point.
As a result, at this moment, in this small rest room, the moment he saw the other party's true appearance, Ainowen himself couldn't tell whether he had become one of the many star lines.
Compared with Ainowen's silent contemplation, Augsger's performance is more intuitive and explicit. He took back the hand on Weir's shoulder and took a big step to the side so that his full body could appear in Sherrill's field of vision.
Looking at the black-haired young man who looked up at him because of his actions, Augsger slightly raised the corners of his mouth and showed a broad and bright smile to the beautiful astrologer.
"It turns out that this is a real unexpected surprise." He said without hesitation at all, expressing his surprise openly.
After saying this, Augsger, who belongs to the action group, immediately stepped forward and stood beside Sherrill.
He leaned forward slightly and moved his face towards Sherrill, obviously intending to take a closer look at Sherrill's facial features.
Seeing this, Ainowen's handsome brows frowned slightly: "Ogusge." He called Ogusge's name, with a hint of warning in his always gentle tone.
Augsger ignored Ainowen and continued to move closer to Sherrill.
This prince has the purest bloodline from the Kingdom of Isaiah, with a deep and strong facial profile, long white hair spread behind his back, and complex and gorgeous gold jewelry on the exposed skin of his shoulders, neck and arms.
Perhaps it was because of this noble and wild attire that as he kept moving forward, he looked like a wild beast that had found its target, with a kind of eagerness for its prey. The meaning of wandering.
Cheryl did not hide, but raised his eyebrows slightly, with a somewhat casual look.
It is precisely because of this that this scene is more like a wolf dog constantly trying to get close to its owner.
When he was still half an arm away from Sherrill, Ogusge stopped and approached. He looked at Sherrill with his eyes like a beast's eyes, and carefully looked at Sherrill's facial features.
After a moment, Ogusge smiled and said: "No wonder you have to wear a mask." He stood up straight and said half-jokingly: "If this were in our country of Isaiah, we would be competing to be our partners."
As soon as he said this, Guy frowned and retorted: "Why fight to get back? The teacher is so powerful. Who dares to think like that doesn't depend on whether he has the strength."
This was the first time that Guy called Sherrill his teacher, and his words all revealed his protection of Sherrill and recognition of his strength.
Weir, who was also a student of Sherrill, also nodded in agreement.
Ainowen, who had been silent all this time, glanced at Guy, and his eyes stayed on Sherrill's face for another two seconds before turning to look at Arnold, who shouldn't be here.
Looking at the Prince of Ariland who was disguised as Brooke, Ainowen's eyes turned cold, but his tone was still low: "Your Excellency is disguised as a garment manufacturer from Bertha Liton. Do I have enough reasons to doubt? You are responsible for the chaos at this banquet."
Arnold smiled slightly, as if he didn't understand the implication of Ainowen's words, and replied lightly: "I just want to see the Garcia Ball."
"Really?" Ainowen also smiled slightly, but the coldness in his eyes became deeper and deeper: "I thought this was the country of Ariland declaring war on Bertha Liton."
"This is really a misunderstanding," Arnold explained calmly and calmly: "Today is just my personal behavior."
Guy snorted coldly.
He said why he felt familiar, it turned out to be the prince of Arilan.
Guy hadn't forgotten what he saw when he came in.
Although it seemed that Sherrill had the upper hand in that scene, with the two of them so close, the prince of Ariland was obviously uneasy and well-intentioned. Furthermore, even if he didn't care about the current situation, he knew that the prince must have another purpose when he came here in disguise.
Cheryl looked at the way several people were talking to each other and sat back down.
As he sat down, all five people looked at him.
Cheryl leaned back on the seat, facing the gaze of the five people, and said calmly: "The chaos outside has basically subsided. If you continue to stay here, don't you feel crowded?"
Without thinking, Guy blurted out: "I don't think so."
Cheryl glanced up at him.
Guy's ears buried under his black hair suddenly turned red, and he felt his slightly squinting eyes, as if a tiny needle was gently pricking the apex of his heart.
He coughed softly to cover up.
Weir glanced at Guy and then said, "I'm following Guy." In short, if Guy doesn't leave, he won't leave either.
Hearing this, Guy pursed his thin lips slightly. After the blush at the base of his ears dissipated, there was a hint of coldness in his eyes when he looked at Will.
He didn't think Weir wanted to stay just for this reason.
As for Augsger, he glanced around, opened his eyes and said nonsense: "I think it's quite spacious and not crowded."
Ainowen held his forehead slightly and sighed softly.
This situation at this moment was both unexpected and unexpected for him.
He moved his gaze away from Sherrill and looked at Arnold again: "Although I am not welcome, I am still a distinguished guest from afar. Please come with me to see Queen Seo."
When he said the second half of the sentence, his tone became slightly gentler, but the sharpness in his blue eyes became stronger.
Arnold replied without surprise: "It seems that if I don't go, I won't be able to walk out of the banquet hall."
Speaking of this, he paused slightly, as if he had thought of something. After glancing at Ogusge, he continued unhurriedly: "But since His Excellency Isaiah is also here, why not go together? Chatting with the beautiful queen."
Hearing this, Augsger raised his handsome eyebrows. Just as he was about to speak, Ainowen already spoke: "This is natural. Bertha Liton never treats visitors from neighboring countries favorably."
He had no intention of letting Ogusge stay here.
For Ainowen, Arnold's presence in this lounge was enough to alert him. The other party came for the magic mirror, but appeared in the lounge where Sherrill was in the chaos. There must be some hidden secret in this.
At this time, it was naturally impossible for Ainowen to think that Sherrill was just an astrologer favored by the queen.
Although he understood that Queen Seo did not fully trust him, after this big ball, he still had to play a game of chess with Queen Seo alone to talk about this charming astrologer and magician.
As for now, for whatever reason, these two neighboring princes should not continue to stay in this lounge.
And Will and Guy...
Ainowen looked at the two people, a flash of thought flashed in his eyes.
Sensing Ainoven's intention, Guy directly stated: "I want to stay here." He had no desire to attend the Garcia Ball, and the reason why he was looking forward to it was because of Sherrill.
Cheryl is in this lounge. Forget it when he didn't come in. Now that he's in, he naturally doesn't want to go out again.
It was just that Guy was thinking well. As soon as he finished speaking, a cold air mixed with blood invaded from the door.
At this moment, except for Sherrill, who had already known the situation, everyone subconsciously looked towards the door.
Lisenwein stood at the door, his tall figure standing under the shadow of the door eaves. He held the knight's sword stained with blood in his hand. The black military uniform had large and small scratches, and the right corner of his lip There was also a bloody mark on the lower end of the body.
He looked inside with cold eyes. Although there was not much expression change on his handsome face, the eyes in his light-colored irises were like a blade still dripping blood, full of cold light and wanton killing.
Arnold's eyes stayed on Lisenwein's blood-stained knight's sword for two seconds, and then he sighed softly and said with a bit of regret: "Sure enough, it failed again."
Even though he had deployed carefully enough this time, and the modified swordsman deployed in the dark was strong enough, in the end he was still killed by Lisenwein's sword.
It seems that he should re-evaluate Lisenwein's strength.
Ainowen looked at Arnold, his eyes getting darker: "About today's matter, the queen will have a good talk with you."
Arnold smiled softly and did not answer.
And Lisenwein ignored these people from beginning to end.
Neither Arnold, nor Ainoven, nor the other three people were really noticed by him.
Because I didn't care about these people, even what they said was excluded from my mind. There is no need to even look at unimportant existences.
Ainowen was used to Lisenwein's appearance. He glanced at the blood-stained knight's sword, took out a handkerchief and placed it on the sink.
Finally, he looked at Arnold and Augsger, the two neighboring princes.
"Your Excellency Arnold of Ariland, and my dear friend Augsg, it's time for us to leave."
Augsger waved his hand: "Although it is a pity, but looking at the current situation, it seems that it is impossible not to leave." After saying this, he leaned down and said in Sherrill's ear: "See you next time."
Lisenwein's eyes flashed for a moment, and at that moment, a sharp chill approached Augsger.
Augsger raised his eyebrows but didn't do anything. But then, when he was leaving behind Ainowen and Arnold, he passed by Lisenwein and looked back at Sherrill as if he suddenly thought of something.
"By the way, the caramel-flavored cookies are delicious." The corners of his lips raised happily, and after leaving these words, he left the rest room leisurely.
As soon as the Duke of Bethaliton, Ainowen, and the two neighboring princes left, in the rest room, except for Sherrill and Lisenwein, only Guy and Will were left.
Guy stood where he was, showing no intention of leaving, just as he said he would.
If Guy doesn't leave, Will naturally chooses to stay.
Sherrill glanced briefly at the faces of the two teenagers, and finally looked at Guy: "You guys should go out too."
Guy wanted to say something more after hearing this, but after meeting Sherrill's eyes, he finally chose to obey.
Will glanced at Sherrill, then at Guy, and after two seconds of silence, he raised his feet and followed.
After the two men left the rest room, Lisenwein closed the door. He walked to the sink and silently began to clean the bloody sword.
Lisenwein didn't speak, and Sherrill had no intention of speaking. Instead, he once again drank the martini with cherries and lemon slices in the quiet lounge.
Because it had been left for a while, part of the juice from the cherries and lemon slices flowed into the wine, adding a bit of refreshing sourness to the originally sweet cocktail.
Cheryl drank it into his mouth, and the sweet and sour taste lingered slightly on the tip of his tongue. He squinted and liked this taste very much.
The water in the wash basin was gurgling. Lisenwein used his handkerchief to clean the long sword and put it into the dark scabbard.
After doing this, he turned around and looked at Sherrill.
Sherrill put down the transparent wine glass, raised his eyes, held his chin with one hand, tilted his head slightly and said, "It's pretty fast."
Because he had just drank wine, Cheryl's lips became moister than usual. Under the illumination of the candlelight, it seemed to be covered with a hazy and moist luster, and it looked like a red toon flower that had absorbed enough water. As he spoke, his lips moved slightly, giving him a cool and gorgeous look. Bewitch.
Lisenwein's eyes unconsciously fell on his lips.
Noticing where Lisenwein's gaze lingered, Cheryl's eyes and brows raised a hint of interest. In this different world, the supreme God of Light is a symbol of holiness and innocence. He loves the world and all living beings are equal in his eyes.
He is impartial, has no preference for anyone, and has no feelings for anyone. He is kind and kind, but also calm and indifferent, with no real emotions or the growth of lust.
No one in this world can capture his heart and be truly remembered by the supreme god.
But when the God of Light chooses to let his true body sleep and split his soul into three bodies, it means that these incarnations also have the same emotions as humans and can be moved.
Although these incarnations still generate emotions more slowly than ordinary people, they are no longer invincible.
Cheryl thought about it.
The God of Light divided the soul into three incarnations in total. Now he has only obtained the blood of the incarnation of Lissenveen. The difficulty of the remaining two incarnations is much higher than that of Lissenveen.
Lisenwein is the incarnation of the "evil" camp. He is a sharp knife, and the knife is always accompanied by blood and killing.
He harvests the life of the mission target, and at the same time, he receives injuries of varying degrees during the mission.
He didn't care about being injured, let alone bleeding. That's why on that night in the small town of Werna, after fighting with the opponent, Sherrill was able to use the feathers formed by his own divine power to successfully take away the feathers in the name of revenge. Take each other's blood.
But the same moves, the same method, don't work on the other two incarnations.
The one in the Deep Blue Sea has a very special physique due to the influence of multiple factors such as the underwater ethnic groups and the deep sea environment, and true blood is not easy to obtain.
This difficulty is both physical and mental.
As for the incarnation of Wuhuanxu Jungle, compared with the one in the deep sea, although there are no external obstacles, because this incarnation belongs to the "good" camp, it is also the existence closest to the true nature of the God of Light.
Although he is not a holy body, he is blessed by the holy light.
This holy light is invisible to the naked eye, and will form a natural rejection of all those who approach it with alien intentions and evil thoughts. It can protect him from many dangers, just like adding a layer of lucky buff. No matter where he goes, good things will happen.
Under the blessing of this layer of holy light, even if this incarnation is accidentally injured, it will heal at an extremely fast speed.
If the feathers were to be used to take away his blood, under the natural repulsion caused by the holy light, the other party's wounds would have already healed as soon as Sherrill took action.
Three incarnations and three camps also represent three abilities.
Lisenwein in Lan'ou continent is evil and possesses absolute force.
The one in the dense forest of Wuhuaxu belongs to goodness and has absolute affinity.
As for the one in the Deep Blue Sea, he belongs to Chaos Neutral and has absolute power.
The three abilities corresponding to the three incarnations are still in the stage of growth. No matter which one it is, after reaching the extreme, it can become the master of the three major sectors.
Back to business.
Because of the different abilities of these three incarnations, he couldn't get the blood of the other two incarnations of the God of Light by force. He couldn't start with killing and end with killing like he did with Lisenwein's blood.
Force is the simplest, most direct and effective method, but this method is only suitable for Lisenwein, who represents force.
So for the other two incarnations, a relatively roundabout approach is needed.
Although he can break the restrictions of being a magic mirror without using the blood of the incarnation of the God of Light, it will take longer.
For Sherrill, when he knew there was a shortcut, he would naturally choose the faster one.
Although this path comes with many risks.
But for him who can only stay in the mirror every day during the day, this risk is more interesting.
As early as the night when he obtained Lisenwein's blood, he had already had preliminary ideas about obtaining the blood of the other two incarnations of the God of Light.
At this moment, looking at Lisenwein, one of the incarnations of the soul of the God of Light, Sherrill was ready to make a final confirmation.
He stood up and walked towards Lisenwein.
Faced with Sherrill's approach, Lisenwein did not move or speak. He just stood silently and watched Sherrill walk towards him step by step.
When the distance between the two was only the size of a fist, Sherrill stopped.
He raised his eyes and looked at Lisenwein, who was close at hand.
Lisenwein also stared at him quietly.
Sherrill didn't see any obvious emotional changes in these eyes.
But this does not mean that there are no waves in the depths of these eyes.
Cheryl's eyes were slightly raised, and the golden fox eyes were gurgling in the orange light and shadow, which directly pointed out Lisenwein's thoughts at the moment: "What are you waiting for me to do."
Lisenwein's lips moved slightly and admitted: "Yes."
Cheryl laughed softly, this was much easier.
He needed Lisenwein, one of the incarnations of the God of Light, to make a verification confirmation, and Lisenwein also wanted to use him to confirm or verify something.
"In that case..."
Sherrill stretched out his hand and put his palm on the back of Lisenwein's head.
Lisenwein pursed her thin lips tightly, restraining the instinct to fight back.
Cheryl looked at him: "Lower your head."
As he spoke, he moved his hand down a little harder.
Lisenwein leaned forward along with this force, and after he lowered his head, Sherrill moved towards him.
Lisenwein watched the lips of the black-haired young man in front of him getting closer and closer to his own. He thought that the other person would touch his lips with his.
But the next second...
Cheryl gave a very light smile, and then kissed the scar at the lower corner of his lips.