Proof of the Sun King

"Yes! That's right, it's him!" Aneda's arms covered with all kinds of jewelry pinched the table tightly. . . Pinshu.com

The rickety man had sweat on his face, and he only predicted a short paragraph that consumed a lot of his magic power.

The picture of the crystal ball stopped at this moment, and Ryan's face was gradually shrouded in white 'color' and 'mysterious' fog, becoming blurred.

"Not good!" The rickety man turned off the crystal ball subconsciously, then immediately activated the protective circle in the room, and signaled Aneda to lie down immediately. The female' voice swept across the area: "Who dares to use the great prophecy to predict my divine choice!"

The two people lying on their stomachs were silent.

The 'fascinated', 'confused', 'sex' magic circle set by the rickety man worked, and the lake fairy 'girl' did not find any objects after scanning, and she couldn't scan for a long time like this with divine power, so the 'girl' God left after the probe was fruitless.

Ten minutes later, the two disgraced people finally stood up again. Aneda was in a state of embarrassment. Her long silk dress was stained with a lot of dust, her stockings were also hooked, and her makeup was 'flowered': " Well, at least we can know that Ryan is protected by Hubichi."

"Ah~" The rickety man also got up, and he shook his head: "I can't complete the great prophecy, President Aneda, take your money, please return it."

"No, you can't use prophecy, you can use power! Hubichi's priesthood can only protect his future, but not his past. I can give you more money if you want!" Aneda took out five more gods Gold coins, the 'female' figure frantically used sharp nails to grab the prophet's neck.

"..." The rickety man's body was trembling frantically. He knew that he had fallen too deep, but as the prophet of the "traitor" sect, he knew that if he dared to refuse, Aneda would kill him directly.

The madmen of the 'Slaanesh' sect can do anything, because the teaching of 'Slaanesh' is to encourage all atrocities and try all evils, and the followers of the 'chaotic' gods not only kill each other, but also the same sect. Cannibalism all day long.

Finally, the rickety man stretched out his hand tremblingly and took the money.

Power Word is the opposite of divination, where divination attempts to probe one's future, while Power Word retraces one's past.

Under Aneda's gaze, the prophet once again stretched out his hand towards the crystal ball.

The power word technique cannot be released to the strong and the church archbishops in the sanctuary or the sanctuary. Most dukes or the great nobles of the duke will also let their court mages cast spells to protect their past, but Ryan is not considered to be a crowd. , Power Word barely worked for him.

Ryan's face appeared in the crystal ball again, and then his face gradually became younger and younger, and what the White Wolf Knight experienced gradually appeared in front of the two.

"Yes, it's this, it's this!" Aneda nodded again and again.

But back in time when Ryan was three years old, another golden 'mystery' mist wrapped Ryan's past indistinctly, covering the crystal ball tightly.

"Yes! It's here! Quick! I want to see what he is from!" Aneda's slender fingernails grabbed the prophet's collar: "Quick!"

The prophet had to stretch out his hand and continue to painfully input his own vitality into the crystal ball, which made him grow old at a speed visible to the 'flesh' eye.

The sight of the crystal ball began to change.

To the surprise of the two of them, the sight of the crystal ball no longer focused on Ryan, who was still a child, but directly moved away from this world, traveling through the endless cosmic void and the terrifying giant warp storm.

Ryan, from out of this world? !

"Ah! Ahhhh!!!" The prophet is rapidly crystallizing, his life force, his soul, all his blood 'flesh' energy is being absorbed frantically by Power Word, in the blink of an eye , the prophet's hands completely turned into crystals, and the crystals continued to spread towards his shoulders and gradually spread to his whole body.

Passing through the endless warp storm, the crystal ball finally emerged as a planet enveloped in a sacred golden light, and then everything came to an abrupt end, the crystal ball burst into dust at some non-existent glance.

"No!!!!" The Prophet's eyes spurted out hot flames, his body suddenly burst into flames, and the red 'color' flame burned up the Prophet's whole body in the blink of an eye.

Power Word is still claiming the power of the Seer.

His whole life force and soul? not enough!

The vitality and soul of the entire "treacherous" sect in the village? not enough! !

All the 'chaotic' chaotic energy in the village's underground 'chaotic' altar? Still far from enough! ! !

Power Word continued to demand along the channel of belief of the 'traitor' believers and the God of Darkness.

In the warp space, in the 'chaotic' realm, there was a scream from inside the 'maze' palace of 'chaotic', the Lord of Change, the God of Fate, one of the four evil gods of 'chaotic' chaos, the 'chaotic' moaned endlessly. It was found that nearly a quarter of his 'chaotic' chaotic energy was consumed by the counterattack of the mantra object because of a believer's power word.

The God of Darkness, in a rage, turned countless believers into 'chaotic' Chaos Eggs in one breath, but this is another story.

In the astonished eyes of Aneda, the prophet's body was half turned into ashes and half turned into crystals. Not only that, but all the people in the entire village were burned blind and turned into idiots. The buildings of the village collapsed in flames and earthquakes. , Añeda only escaped for a few minutes, the village was reduced to ashes, and then collapsed and turned into ruins due to the destruction of the underground altar.

The president of the Meimei Club was stunned. She really couldn't think of why the power word technique that had been effective all along would not work in Ryan's body, and it became like this?

Aneda can only come to one conclusion, that is that Ryan has a deep connection with the lake fairy 'daughter' who is also from outside the world. The lake fairy 'daughter' spared no expense to protect his past.

Finally, looking at the village that was turned to ashes, the president of the Beautiful Society suddenly felt very happy and artistic in the process. She stuck out her tongue and said contemptuously, "It deserves it."

After she finished speaking, she motioned to the coachman who was also dumbfounded: "Let's go, let's go back."

After traversing the endless eternal warp giant storm and the endless cosmic void, the physical material universe, the human home planet, the sacred Terra.

The supreme being was busy digesting the pure cosmic energy of 'fine' left by the ancient sage, and a flash of prying eyes awakened his consciousness.

"Lane?"

"My dear son, Ryan is in danger! Someone is trying to spy on his past through sorcery."

"...Ryan is the most precious and deadly part of my plan to reverse the corruption. He must not have an accident."

"...He needs the help of the Imperial Army Ten Thousand Men!"

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Marienburg, 53 Amber Avenue, first floor parlor.

Veronica walked around with a headache, and the sound of high-heeled shoes kept ringing: "Vice President Jacob died in battle, but we were wandering around, wasting a lot of time, and as a result such a big thing happened, I How to 'explain' to Senator Sophia and tutor Margarita."

"At least we're not without gains." Ryan was sitting upright in his chair.

The two people's investigation was not without results. From the owner and clerk of the tailor shop, we learned that the Beauty Club always regularly holds art salons, which are closed, internal art salons, and only accept members and big artists to participate.

"Is it still useful to investigate Meimei? Belt's trace is underground!" Veronica said irritably.

"You are wrong Veronica! If I were Belt, I would never be able to hide in the ground at this time." Ryan said softly, the death of the demon hunter made him very sad: "Don't forget, three thousand Human's underground expedition force has already set off, if Belt's mind is normal, he is courting death by hiding underground."

Veronica nodded, the believers of the Blood God were never good at hiding and escaping.

"On the ground, with the entire city on alert, there is only one organization capable of providing him with shelter, and that is the Meimei Club!" Ryan put the cup heavily on the table: "So everything is back to the Meimei Club."

"...Mr. Lane, Miss Veronica, I've changed." At this time, Emilia appeared.

The 'girl' changed into a standard 'maid' dress, a white 'color' apron decorated with ruffles, a white-collar plain 'color' one-piece dress and black 'color' short leather boots.

The normal 'maid' clothes are not the 'tempting' and 'tempting' clothes that some people imagined, with only a little fabric. Emilia has no special decoration except the bow at the neckline, and the whole body is wrapped tightly like a repairman. Like a 'female', she wears a white turban and her long golden 'color' hair is tied up.

"Mr. Ryan, can we start?" Emilia, who had changed into a 'maid' outfit, also 'showed' her original face.

Emilia's original appearance is very beautiful, the appearance of the 'girl' is not like the 'witch' and the 'girl' warlock of Jialan, highlighting the word 'yan', the temperament of the 'girl' is more like a mountain Qingquan, a pair of clear blue 'blue' eyes and a beautiful melon-seed face, 'milk' white' skin, quiet and soft. Beauty and strength are the perfect combination in the 'girl' body.

The first look at her won't make people feel amazing, but it makes people feel very comfortable, sweet and refreshing.

"Let's start!" Ryan nodded.

So Emilia took out a lot of tools and various paints, and she began to disguise Ryan.

"Well~ Ryan, who is so handsome, is going to disguise himself as an artist to attend an art salon? My great knight, are you sure you understand art?" Veronica stood beside her with interest and watched Emilia's makeup. Dressed in the little hands of a 'girl', Ryan's face gradually changed from a standard handsome Aachen person to a masculine southern country person.

"Yes, I'm playing an artist from the southern kingdom, the Kingdom of Liguria." In order not to affect Emilia's movements, Ryan just snorted twice: "Although I don't understand art, I understand those things very well. Hedonistic darkd art, presumably I could easily 'mix' into that art salon."

Both Veronica and Emilia heard the man's voice-over, the little 'maid' blushed, and her hands didn't stop, only Veronica said sarcastically, "Oh, this is what I am. I still believe in you, after all..."

Speaking of this, the witch's face turned even redder. She turned her head away and stopped talking. Only Catherine looked at her mentor well. She seemed to understand something.

"Speaking of which, Emilia, did you see my surname from my scabbard?" Ryan turned the subject to Emilia's body.

"Well~ Mr. Ryan always carries the... that sword on his back, and your full name is written on the scabbard." Emilia said softly: "And the story of the establishment of that special knight order is written in In the scabbard, since Mr. Ryan did this, he must not have planned to hide it, so I secretly read it during the trip, so... Mr. Ryan will not be surprised, right?"

"I always thought that no one in the wilds of Nord would understand Gothic." Ryan spit out: "It doesn't matter, you live here, it's safe, no one will harm you, and just call me Ryan. All right."

"Thank you! Ryan first... Ryan." Emilia was very happy, obviously this was what she wanted.

Under the little hands of the 'girl', Ryan's disguise was completed.

"How long can it last?" Ryan looked at himself in the mirror, and he was very satisfied, because this appearance was very similar to the unforgettable figure he remembered.

"Within a day, as long as the face is not burned by the flames or splashed by the corrosive acid, there will be no problem." Emilia said softly.

"Very good!" Ryan took out a black 'color' tuxedo to wear, and then 'inserted' a rose 'flower' in his 'chest': "It's done, ready to go."

Ryan wanted to get close to Veronica, but the witch refused with disgust: "Don't get close to me with this face."

"Okay, I'm leaving."

At eight o'clock in the evening, on the outskirts of Marienburg, the Violet Manor of the Beauty Club.

Today's Violet Manor is full of friends, artists from all over the mainland gathered together to participate in the art salon held by the beautiful Agnida Klausner, and a large number of citizens and small aristocrats and small businessmen who did not have the opportunity to enter the salon also Watch around the big 'gate' of the manor.

"Look! That's Dürer, the painter of the Southern Kingdoms!"

"My God! The artist Rubens from the Empire is here too!"

"That's the famous sculptor Ingres!"

No matter who came, Agneda Klausner was greeted at the 'door', wearing a green 'low-cut' evening dress, even on such a cold winter's night There is a reduction in her beauty: "Welcome to the masters~www.wuxiahere.com~ Wow! I didn't expect the great architect Foster to come too!" Some good people exclaimed: "Wait! Master Foster seems to bring A young man?!"

"He looks like a Southerner!"

"Who is he?"

After getting off the carriage, the old, gray-haired, and somewhat unstable Master Foster got off the carriage with the help of Ryan, and the old gentleman whispered in the young man's ear: "If it wasn't for Schultz's Please, I really don't want to go to such a boring salon with a knight like you who fights all day."

"Excuse me, Master Foster!" Ryan said in a low voice, with a very respectful attitude.

"Follow me, remember, a qualified artist must never be alone or be left out of the conversation." Foster's face is wrinkled, this old gentleman is seventy years old, he is the most talented artist in the past fifty years' He is a master of the architectural art of color, who has presided over the renovation of the Imperial Palace of the Human Empire for many times, and is one of the few authorities in the field of architecture.

"Oh! My God! It's Master Foster! Very welcome!" Agneda's eyes lit up: "Welcome, your presence makes this manor radiant."

"You're welcome." Foster deserved the compliment, and the old gentleman just nodded his head to say hello.

"By the way, who is this?" Agnida looked at the young man beside Foster, who had short black hair, and, rarely, his eyes were also black. 'Yes, the young man's body is very strong.

"Introduce yourself." Foster motioned.

So the young man greeted him politely.

"Hello, President Agneda, my name is Van, Van Darkholm, and I'm an artist, a performance artist, and I'm hired by people to fulfill their fantasies."

"Their darkness and depth and fantasy."