13 Mink Street

Tick ​​tock...tick tock...tick tock...

The dream started again.

There was a slight sound of wind in the ears, and there was a rotten earthy smell in the air.

Karen turned over and originally wanted to avoid this dream and continue to sleep. After all, he was already too familiar with this kind of dream that would be "invited" in from time to time.

But the sound of footsteps from far to near made him instinctively open his eyes.

The habitual background of the pool has disappeared and turned into a swamp, and I am sleeping in the muddy ground.

He didn't like this kind of touch very much, because he took a bath before going to bed, and once he had this dream, he would still feel unclean after waking up.

In front of him, the sickle was still swinging back and forth towards him.

It never tires of wanting to hack itself.

After Karen opened his eyes, it struck harder.

The artifacts enshrined in the Temple of Order will clean up the excess self-consciousness they nourished every once in a while. When the [Scythe of War] was cleaned up last time, its main consciousness escaped to Karen for refuge.

Although it has not reached the level of a weapon spirit, it already has a lot of spirituality, and because of its existence, Karen now has much higher control over the [Scythe of War] than Marvalho.

Karen raised his hand, pushed it away, and let it go to the side to get sick.

Ahead, a golden skeleton appeared.

She once peeked at her deepest secret, but after she "resolved" with her that time, she had already warned her not to allow her to appear in her field of vision again, and it was true that she hadn't heard from her for a long time.

This time, she appeared in his dream.

You can't stand the loneliness again, you're ready to move, right?

Karen stood up slowly, and the environment in the swamp changed accordingly. Green grass and flowers began to spread out, and a sea of ​​lavender was seen in the distance.

The golden skull was gone, but beyond the lavender Karen saw Buchan.

He was silently worshiping Karen with his arms folded on his chest, tears streaming down his face.

Karen took two steps towards his position, and a wave of warblers passed by. Buken, who was paying homage, was suddenly replaced by Foden, the whip-handler with indifferent eyes.

Foden said, "Do you still want to take chances in front of me?"

Karen said nothing.

Foden continued: "I have seen your secret, I know who you are."

Karen shook his head. Although it was a dream, everything in the dream was so delicate that he was willing to "interact" here.

"No, whipman, you haven't."

"Do you think you hide it very well? In my eyes, you can't hide any secrets."

"I don't believe it."

"Why are you so sure?"

"Because if you really saw through my secret, you wouldn't talk to me so calmly."

Foden was silent, his body turned into a black mist and spread, and in an instant, everything around him seemed to be covered with a thick layer of black veil.

Karen reached out and peeled off the black veil, and he saw a lonely villa sitting there.

The appearance of the villa was very familiar, but Karen still thought for a while before he recognized that this was his home on Minke Street.

Without the street background, it is a bit strange to put it here alone.

At the door of the house, an old man stood.

The old man seemed to have heard the footsteps behind him. He turned his head and looked at Karen. He was Rasma.

"You boy, finally dare to come back."

"Um."

Karen nodded and continued walking forward.

"If it wasn't for you, Diss wouldn't be lying here, falling into a deep sleep."

"You are wrong, family is the most important concern in my grandfather's heart, but the reason why he chose to sleep is not for me, but because he does not want his hands to be stained with the blood of the priest of order.

Otherwise, why do you think you are still standing here alive? "

"Hehehe..." Rathma laughed out of his throat, "Boy, after going out for a few years, it's different."

"I hope you are different, otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?"

"Otherwise, I will be very disappointed."

"Your grandpa wouldn't talk like you, and he wouldn't be as arrogant as you."

"That's because my grandfather is old. As for my grandfather's appearance when he was young, Lord Rasma, you should know best."

"Is it……"

A voice sounded from above.

Karen raised his head. In the air, there was a majestic and majestic Throne of Order. On the throne stood a man wearing the highest-ranked divine robe in the Cult of Order.

Immediately afterwards, huge beams of light fell, and the elders of the temple descended.

The earth began to tremble, the sky began to collapse, and everything in front of them was being mercilessly torn apart.

"The Great Priest..."

Norton looked at Karen and said:

"There should be no more gods in this world."

"Yes, that's right."

"So, go to hell and return your power to my lord, so that my lord can continue to suppress this era."

"Great Priest, he is already very tired. Even without me, he can't last too long."

"However, this is still not the reason for you to continue to exist."

Norton raised his palm, and the Throne of Order began to roll down.

"boom!"

After endless annihilation, the surroundings became empty and nothingness.

Karen turned around and looked forward. There, there was a stalwart figure sitting quietly. Under him, there were endless corpses. The sword of chaos stood not far in front, within reach.

In front of him, facing a light curtain as vast as the Milky Way, like a standing river of epochs, one hand, one leg, has already protruded from it.

If this scene is drawn down, no one will think that this is a holy god, this is clearly an evil ghost who came to the world.

Karen started to walk forward, which was a long distance. He stopped abruptly, and there was no back in front of him, which meant that he was already behind him, and he was behind him. in front of him.

Karen turned around, he wanted to catch a glimpse of his face.

He saw a rotting corpse, with countless dragon-like maggots wriggling in his empty eye sockets;

Bubbles bulged on his body, and the rupture of each one could cause a terrible natural disaster;

He is sitting here, facing the curse from the gods.

Suddenly, in those dark eye sockets, it seemed that a ball of light was about to appear.

There was a slight tremor in this decayed divine body.

"Snapped!"

Karen opened her eyes and sat up.

Now he is on the bed in the bedroom.

There were wet marks on the eye sockets, and Karen subconsciously thought it was bleeding.

"Well, did you have a nightmare?"

Little Connor, who was sleeping at the end of the bed, was awakened by Karen's movements, and she got up to check Karen's situation.

"It's okay, I disturbed your sleep."

"You're crying." Little Kangna's eyes were shining even at night.

Karen suddenly realized, oh, are they tears, not blood.

In other words, just now, it was really just a very random dream, purely the conscious projection of my chaotic thoughts during the day in my sleep.

"I'll get up and walk."

"I'll accompany you."

"Go back to sleep, really."

"OK."

Little Kangna lay back, and before she closed her eyes, she did not forget to tell her: "If you are afraid, Kangna will sing for you."

This is what Pu'er did when he first brought Xiao Kangna. At that time, the little bone dragon was just brought out of the crypt to a strange environment, and was actually very sensitive.

Karen smiled and said, "I will."

Go out of the bedroom and into the office.

In the office, Alfred was standing in front of Karen's desk and sorting out the documents. These were done at night, and Karen could go to work directly after getting up in the morning.

"Master, why do you wake up so early?"

"I had a dream and my head hurts."

Alfred poured Karen a glass of ice water and asked, "Do you need to prepare supper?"

"No need, just wait until dawn."

"The person in charge of the project team at Ukonga has already come to connect with his subordinates, without reservation, he has submitted both the project personnel and the plan to his subordinates, and his subordinates have compared them, which are consistent with our previous secret investigation. .”

"He won't play tricks on such trivial things."

"The subordinates will put our own people in this project team to facilitate control of it."

"Well, you should do this first, the specific operation, and then listen to what it means when Kevin comes back."

"I think Kevin will be very happy, because he can continue his research again. Oh, by the way, master, an official letter came from the whipman's office, asking if it is necessary to give you a separate A security team."

"Reject it, it's not necessary."

Although the quality of the security team arranged by the Whipkeeper is definitely not good, but Karen really doesn't need it here. First, it is inconvenient to have outsiders around to do things, and second, the actual use value is very low.

Although Karen just had an accident in Poncy Manor, it was because the elders of the temple went crazy. In this case, no matter how high the security level around you is, it doesn't make sense.

"Ah Fu, put away what you're doing, and go with me today."

"Okay, master."

Alfred readily accepted, and today's itinerary is to participate in the mourning event held at the residence of the First Knights.

The great young master will come to inspect his loyal knights;

Alfred thought he should not miss this moment of witness.

Karen sat down on the chair and looked out of the window. After a while, he stood up again and said to Alfred who was still here to process the documents:

"Come out for a ride with me."

"Okay, master."

Alfred went to pick up the car himself, it was the second-hand black Pens, and Karen sat in the passenger seat.

"Crack!"

Before the car started, Philomena sat in the back seat.

Karen said, "I didn't see you when I came out."

"I'm practicing."

The translation of this sentence is that she was sleeping just now.

"Continue to practice."

"No." Philomena shook her head, "I want to protect you, I'll follow outside the car."

Karen said nothing.

Philomena got out of the car and joined Andrew who was in charge of security outside. When Karen left the barrier of the Department of Discipline, a security force would follow him.

Alfred laughed and said, "Everyone is changing, and the girl from the Fisher family can actually understand the situation."

"Ah."

Karen put the seat back and lay looking out the window.

Alfred turned on the car radio, and a relaxing and soothing country ballad played.

Karen listened quietly as the car drove slowly.

As the sky gradually brightened, Karen's eyes slowly closed.

This sleep was not long, but it was very solid and comfortable.

After waking up, Karen gently twisted his neck and said with emotion: "I remember when I was the busiest, I could only catch up on sleep by sitting in the car while driving."

Alfred said: "Working in the office for a long time will indeed easily accumulate psychological pressure, and, young master, you have accumulated too many things in your heart recently."

"There are many things, and they are indeed difficult, but now we have the ability to deal with them, which is different from when we first arrived in Wayne."

"Yes, sir."

"Let's take care of everything at hand first, and then, let's go home."

...

The car was replaced by a carriage. Inside the carriage, Karen was eating wontons made by Xili herself.

In front of the teleportation circle hall, the carriage stopped.

It stands to reason that Karen's carriage can go straight in.

Philomena opened the car door, and standing outside were the Chief Bishop of Bern and the Mayor of Leon.

Leon stood behind Bourne, obviously a generation shorter.

If it weren't for Karen's Disciplinary Department being located in the York City Region, Leon and Bourne's partner might push the whip of order in this region and the relationship status of the Regional Management Office back to the past.

Of course, Bourne doesn't have such thoughts now.

The mourning activity initiated by the high priest himself is extremely high-level, and the big bosses of various systems and the two traditional speakers from the local region are all required to participate.

In addition, the Religion of Order also invited representatives of its affiliated Religion, Partner Religion, and Friendly Religion Religion to attend.

The Church of Friendship is an approximate number, because even if the two sides are still fighting in the desert, it does not affect people coming to participate in your activities with the title of Church of Friendship.

This is not the most paradoxical thing. Karen even saw from the relevant documents on his desk that the two sides were fighting a battle ahead, while the church trade in the rear was still going on.

For example, important materials related to the Magic Crystal Cannon of the Legion of Order need to be purchased from those god religions. Because the war has caused a huge consumption of war equipment, the demand for materials is tight, and the trade volume between the two parties has hit a new high.

However, it is understandable to take a step back. After all, except for the two civil war factions of the Desert God Cult and the Desert God Cult, who regard this war as a life-and-death battle, no one in the orthodox churches on both sides really wants to die. Attempt to destroy the other party.

But the great priest here at home should have had an idea recently, so it depends on when the bookmarks are drawn.

After Bourne got into the carriage, he pointed at the thermos bucket without notice.

Alfred took out a spoon and served him a bowl of wontons.

Then, Leon took the initiative to take the thermos, and filled half a bowl for himself. He had already eaten, and now he just eats with him.

Bourne took a sip of the soup and said with a smile: "It's great, I can rub against your car, so I don't have to be so tired."

Karen said unhappily: "I thought you would let a bishop attend instead of you, but I didn't expect you to go in person, and I'm not afraid that someone on the way failed to hold on and died outside."

Hearing what Karen said, Bourne knew that it meant that the people in the car were all his own people.

"At the end of the month, my days are counted against the sky. Before the end of the day, I can't die."

"hehe."

Bourne: "By the way, when are you going to teach Pamires over there?"

Alfred continued: "We have already obtained the commissioned representative of the whip holder, and at the same time, we have also reached a communication with the Pamires Church, and their papal election ceremony will be next week.

By the way, Derius-sama should be here today too. "

"Yeah." Bourne nodded, "Oh, I almost forgot, congratulations on becoming a student of the elders of the temple."

Karen handed the empty bowl to Philomena, then took the wet handkerchief from Kangna, wiped her mouth, and cursed:

"They are all dying, why do they still speak in this tone."

"It is also a kind of happiness to be able to be stubborn until death."

The carriage passed through four transmissions in total, and arrived at a stop before a destination.

Here is black frozen soil, the sky is also dark, the sun is invisible, and there are no stars.

Ahead stood a huge canyon. The canyon was the last line of restriction. After entering, it was the residence of the First Knights.

At this time, there were a lot of people here, full of carriages and various mounts and monsters.

There is a strict system in the religious religion. Generally, most of the "adults" are not qualified to ride vehicles here, and have to walk forward.

Compared with walking, so many "adults" gather together, so it is very tiring to avoid polite greetings and talk about status.

This is what Byrne said earlier that rubbing Karen's car would not be so tiring.

Karen's carriage could continue driving, and on the way, a black castle building appeared beside the road, and every brick and tile on it expressed the atmosphere of the age.

Bourne introduced: "This is the court. Many 'novice knights' who went to report to the First Knights will hold their funerals here."

Some people's funerals can be held at home, but some people do not have this condition, or feel that it is not necessary, so they will be arranged to hold it here.

Philomena asked, "Then, is there a judge here?"

Bourne shrugged and said:

"Of course, it can be said that this court is the highest-standard court in the entire Cult of Kosmos, and the judges here are also the most powerful judges in the Cult of Kosmos.

Historically, there were even temple elders who worked here and did not leave until they condensed the godhead fragments and were attracted by the gate of order. "

Many people in the carriage all set their eyes on Karen at this moment.

Karen said, "You're not right."

The highest-standard trial house and the most powerful judge of the Cult of Order are not here.

"How?" Bourne asked.

Karen said bluntly, "I won't tell you now."

"I'm going to die, do you plan to talk about it after I die?"

Karen looked out the car window, admiring the view.

Before reaching the canyon, the carriage stopped and Karen got off.

Ahead, there were still quite a few carriages and an Auggie parked.

A monument stands here.

The inscription is in black font, which contains a powerful idea, it will actively affect your mind, and automatically turn the words on it into a language you are familiar with in your mind.

Alfred let out a sigh of emotion: "This painting is really beautiful and shocking."

Bourne turned his head and looked at Alfred. What kind of beauty can you see in the characters?

Based on the intuition of an old expert on the dark side, he thought that the inscription Alfred saw was not the same type of writing as the other people present saw.

Immediately, Bourne looked at Karen again, and found that Karen looked normal, just saluting the inscription according to the traditional etiquette of the people who came here.

The inscription reads:

[I volunteer to sleep here, fulfill my oath, and become the last line of defense for order. 】