Chapter 190 Kafney Noah

On December 13, the sky in Roseburg was overcast.

The convoy slowly arrived at the main gate.

Although not grand, the carriages were not luxuriously decorated. But the guards at the city gate did not dare to stop him in the slightest.

Just because outside the pure black carriage, the golden lion's head is polyphonic.

That's the symbol of Noah's royal family!

In the carriage at the front, sat a middle-aged man with a serious and calm face.

He has black curly hair and dark red eyes. Wearing a pair of narrow-rimmed black square glasses.

The man opened the curtain and glanced outside.

"It's going to snow, Kaphne."

He asked in a low voice with concern, "Are you cold?"

And Kafney, the girl in the same car as him, didn't respond.

Kafney ignored her father's words and just focused on painting.

She looked no more than fourteen or fifteen years old, and her black curly hair had been scattered around her waist. He wears a painter's beret on his head.

She only wore a black lace dress with a waist. Barefoot pulled out of his boots and shrunk under him, squatted down on the long, soft bench seat, put the drawing board on his knees, and concentrated on smearing something.

"—Kaffine?"

The middle-aged man got no response.

He reached for Kaphne's drawing board and pulled it away.

The man patiently asked again: "Are you cold, do you want to add clothes?"

"..."

Kaphne just shook her head silently.

Unlike men, although she also has red pupils, those eyes are closer to the color of Liuli.

That bizarre transparency even makes one wonder if she has normal vision.

And for her silence, the man also seemed very distressed, just like every child or couple who asked "what to eat tonight" got the answer "whatever":

"What do you mean by shaking your head? It's not cold or you don't need to add clothes?"

With that said, the man looked down at Kaphne's painting.

Then he was startled.

Kafney's painting is a lifelike bird with a human face.

Its posture is grotesque and twisted, its wings appear to be broken, and each feather has an eye. It spread its feet and ran on the fire, but its feathers showed no trace of scorch.

The moment he saw this weird and terrifying painting, a well-disguised fear and disgust flashed in the man's eyes.

But he quickly asked softly, "What is this, Kaphne?"

"……is God."

She said softly, "He aroused me."

Her voice was very soft and soft, and she murmured in a low voice like a dream.

But when he heard this statement, the man was shocked.

"—I dare not say that!"

He threw away the painting like an electric shock, stood up and hurriedly reprimanded.

But he didn't dare to teach Kafney any more.

Just staring at those extremely clear red-red pupils made him feel a burst of fear. A strong creepy feeling rose from behind, and the man felt the skin peeling off from his body, but without the slightest pain.

He tried his best to suppress the almost boiling fear in his heart, forced a gentle smile, pushed his glasses and said softly, "Kaffine, we have arrived.

"It's not far from Frozen Water Harbor. Don't you want to see Amos Morrison's paintings? Tomorrow I'll take you to the ruins of the Morrison Gallery..."

"……No."

Kaphne shook her head slightly,

I don't even know what it means.

As she spoke, she silently picked up the picture frame that had been thrown aside, and retracted her seat.

She smeared hard with black paint on the picture, almost blacking out most of the painting.

Although he knew that he shouldn't talk to Kafney who was painting, but looking at this strange behavior, the man couldn't help but ask, "Did you draw something wrong?"

"Yes, it was wrong."

Kaphne made a soft and soft voice, and said two more words: "He should have four faces and four wings. I can't see far enough...

"He has a human face in front, a lion's face on the right, an ox's face on the left, and an eagle's face in the back..."

Having said this, she raised her head and glanced at the man seriously: "'Four' can represent time in the ceremony, Dad."

"...I don't understand these things. I'm not an extraordinary person, and I don't understand what it means."

The man smiled bitterly and said, "You don't need to explain to me...you can just draw yours."

"Ok."

Kaphne also seemed to have lost interest in continuing to explain.

She hummed softly and lowered her head again.

The man was just leaning on the back seat with a pale face.

- I saw it again.

Every time he looked at Kaphne, the man seemed to be able to see countless dark, shadowy tentacles from under her skirt.

He is also a little confused, whether this is some kind of illusion...

Because that might also be the illusion that Kaphne's black lace skirt gave him on the constantly gently rocking carriage.

...who knows.

The man rubbed his temples tiredly.

Gotta take a break.

"—Wake up, wake up!"

On the other side, Annan heard Salvatore's call.

At the moment when his consciousness woke up, a lot of words appeared in front of Annan's eyes:

[You have completed a ritual, your will attribute +1]

[You look at the most holy thing, and the erosion degree has returned to zero]

[You got a new tag "High-level Influence: Remnants of the Sky Wheel"]

[If you don’t remove it in time, you will fall into a random nightmare with the keyword “Glorious” (difficulty: distorted) after seven days. 】

"Don Juan? Are you awake?"

It seems that he noticed Annan's eyelids shaking, and Salvatore's voice was a little surprised: "Don Juan?"

"……Ok."

Annan opened his eyes and found himself lying on the bed, wrapped in two layers of quilt.

For some reason, he felt a lot of warm glass bottles stuffed into his quilt.

...is this, a hot water bag?

Weird thoughts flashed through Annan's mind.

Salvatore heaved a sigh of relief, stood up and drank a few sips of water, complaining, "I originally wanted to leave you some private space, but I didn't expect you to fall asleep in front of the mirror? Are you holding a mirror? Did you see anything? How could you still pass out?

"Do you know how cold it is in that place? You don't wear the cold-proof clothing itself, and you can't protect yourself from the cold when you lie on the ground. The most terrible thing is that you lay on the ground with a peaceful face. When I went in and saw you, I was frightened. A big jump-"

"Senior," Annan asked suddenly, "How long did I pass out?"

"More than an hour - don't interrupt! I never imagined that the panacea I prepared was actually used in such a place..."

The more Salvatore said, the more he felt a stomachache: "What did you see? How could you pass out? This mirror can still hurt people? Here, drink some hot water... How are you now?"

"No, it wasn't the mirror. I passed out for some other reason."

Annan shook his head, took the hot water cup, and took a sip.

He wasn't even lying.

It's not because of the mirror that he fainted... If nothing else, it might be the Book of the Sky Train.

and……

"If you say, how am I now..."

Annan's expression was a little weird: "My feeling is that I am in a very good state now. I think it should be the effect of a panacea."

He felt that his head was exceptionally clear, his body was strong, and he was very comfortable. After he came to this world, he had never felt so comfortable... To describe it, it was like a person who finally took a shower and changed into warm and dry clothes after walking in the rain for a long time.

But even Annan himself doesn't know that this is the effect of the panacea...

Still see in the mirror, another "Annan" role.