Age of Heroes, ten consecutive guarantees

Gorgon's bloodline is very special.

The source of their power is their eyes, the evil eyes of stone.

The petrified evil eye itself also has a high and low level. The higher the bloodline strength, the stronger the power of the petrified evil eye.

For example, if he also holds the Demonic Eye of Direct Death, Nanaya Shiki's Demonic Eye of Direct Death is not as good as the Demonic Eye of Direct Death of Two Ritual... For the same type of avatar, Platinum Star is stronger than Smash Varudo.

The Gorgon's petrified evil eye is almost certain from birth. If you have to increase the strength of the evil eye, the only way is to absorb the same type of evil eye... The higher mystery will cover the lower mystery. If it is the same type of mystery, will merge with each other.

Therefore, in the Gorgon tradition, if the mother dies, the daughter will absorb the mother's magic eye to ensure that the strength of the Gorgon family's bloodline and the mystery of the petrified magic eye will not be lost.

This is also the reason why Elise was unable to awaken her bloodline for so long, but immediately awakened the petrified evil eye after swallowing a Gorgon's evil eye.

The growth of the Magic Eye itself also means Elysee's own potential.

She may be the last Gorgon in the world now, so the mysteries of the entire clan will converge on her, and the crowd will become one.

If one day she can retrieve the petrified eyes of her relatives and completely absorb and master the mystery, then her eyes will be equivalent to the eyes of the original Gorgon.

Of course, this step is still relatively far away.

…

In the confession room, Elise opened her eyes and woke up.

She sat up directly, breathing slightly.

On the side, Jeanna cast a doubtful look and handed over a glass of water: "What's wrong with you?"

"I..." Elise took the water glass, took a sip, and said softly: "I had a nightmare."

"A nightmare? A nightmare about something."

"Nightmares about the future." Elise covered her forehead: "But I can't remember some of them. There are many fragments and it's very confusing."

"Chaotic nightmares are a sign of losing control of your mental power. It seems that you have been under too much pressure recently. You should take a good rest."

Elise lowered her head.

When she came into contact with the pair of magic eyes, she sensed the mystery of the same origin as herself.

It automatically integrated into his own eyes, and at the same time, some of the thoughts remaining in these eyes were incorporated into his thinking.

A certain longing that has lasted for five hundred years... This can already be called obsession.

She vaguely saw some vague fragments of unknown meaning. Those memory fragments were not clear, but they were remembered hard.

At the same time, it was too scattered and without order, leaving only an extremely strong emotion.

--remorse

The emotion called regret lingered in her heart, making it impossible for Elise to break free from this mood for a long time.

So she was EMO.

At this time, the whole person hugged his knees and sat in a ball silently.

But Jeanne won't be able to deal with it.

The saint sighed silently in her heart.

Almost all acquaintances think that Elysee is an emotionally stable person, at least in the eyes of outsiders. She is the kind of hard-working girl who goes out to perform tasks with the Holy Church and endures all kinds of hardships without any complaints. The Templars who were leading the team at that time poached her.

But Jeanne knew clearly that there was actually a coquettish ghost hiding in Elise's heart, and she was a very clingy coquettish ghost.

Giving her three points of sunshine was not enough for her, so she insisted on seven points.

Occasionally, Jeanne would become irritated by her lingering nearby, and she couldn't help but raise her tone. With a few words from the grumpy old lady, it was easy to scold Elise until her eyes were filled with tears, and her face was written with "You are actually cruel to me." '.

The saint scratched her hair in an awkward manner, feeling that it must be Elysee's fault that she had been under great pressure to lose her hair recently.

But seeing her acting like this, Jeanne couldn't help but feel soft, and walked over to comfort her softly: "The dream is just a dream, what is there to be afraid of?"

She took out her handkerchief, dipped it in holy water and wiped Elise's face, like she was taking care of a kitten with a painted face: "You are an adult now, so don't cry like a child. Control your emotions."

Hear this.

Elise's heart suddenly shook.

An auditory hallucination echoed in my ears.

‘——You are already an adult, so don’t cry like a child, control your emotions... and then kill me! ’

‘Don’t make me become more miserable’

Those familiar words, familiar voices, familiar facial contours.

She vaguely saw the blond saint lying in her arms, smiling, pointing the dagger at her heart, and ordered her to stab the dagger down.

As the blood spurted out, severe heartache hit her, and she shed bright red tears.

The witch looked up to the sky and screamed, her voice seemed to reach heaven.

Tick ​​tock, tick tock...

Tears welled up in Elise's eyes, and she knelt down blankly, feeling infected by the emotions in the aftermath of her memory.

Jeanne was startled: "No, are you really crying?"

She was in a hurry.

Elysee grabbed the hand that was wiping randomly on her face, and looked at Jeanne with red eyes: "I remembered the dream."

Jeanne asked carefully: "Did you dream that you were poked by someone? Or was your partner poked by someone?"

Elise shook her head: "It's you."

"What? Did I get poked?" Jeanna opened her eyes wide.

Elise pouted and sobbed, "You were killed."

Jeanne: "..."

We are such good sisters, but I secretly ate a few limited edition puddings and cakes. Are you so vindictive?

There have been some minor conflicts recently, which directly caused this saint to be killed in her dream. It was really a duck opening her mouth - no need to do so.

But looking at Elisee's pitiful appearance, clutching the corner of her clothes, Jeanne couldn't get angry.

Angry and funny.

There is the misunderstanding of being asked out by someone and yelling, "Have you not eaten?" and being handed a Snickers bar instead.

"I couldn't understand for a moment whether you were looking for trouble or if you really cared about me." Jeanne poked Elise's cheek: "What an unlucky child. I am a saint of the Holy Church. Who can kill me? Do you want me?" Go out and ask with your hands on your hips, and shout in the street, 'Who dares to kill me'."

Elyse just lowered her head and silently dropped the little pearl.

Of course she knew who did it, but she just couldn't tell her.

And that's not a dream, it's the future.

My future self will kill Jeanne with my own hands.

But why did it come to this?

What does Jeanne mean by 'more miserable'?

Elyse thought about what her husband had said that Jeanne would betray the church for herself and become a classic counterexample in the education of saints in the past generations of the Holy Church. This is an extremely accurate fact.

So……

It must be me who has brought misfortune to Jeanne.

Elisee couldn't help but think that the closer she got, the closer she would be to misfortune.

Who can escape the bad luck she brings except Mr.

The evil star is a kind of destiny.

Now that she knew the future would be like this, Elise thought she couldn't go on like this. This was not the future she wanted.

Although the question from the Mouth of Truth broke her defense, it also successfully broke through Elise's self-perception. Although she would do anything for revenge, it only included herself.

Elisee took a deep breath, turned to look at Jeanne, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and her expression gradually became serious and serious.

"I have something to say."

"Say." Jeanne is already ready to get up early tomorrow morning to find the priest and ask him to line up to buy a limited edition cake to make amends.

"We..." Elise hesitated for a moment, but quickly gritted her teeth and said decisively: "Let's break off our relationship."

"Okay." Jeanne replied instantly: "Let's break off the relationship now!"

Elysee: "?"

You didn't hesitate for a second?

Do you know how determined I am to say this?

But you didn't even ask for the reason?

The witch's heart was suddenly filled with doubts and confusion, and she even felt aggrieved that "I just said it and you actually agreed." Although she was serious, her reaction at this time was really like a little girlfriend who was having a conflict with her boyfriend.

Elise opened her mouth and wanted to explain, but she couldn't.

And it’s all been said.

If Jeanne really understood what she meant, she would also accept it seriously.

Although she was sad, she could accept the result.

Even if the friendship cannot continue, it is better than mourning at the grave.

As long as you can live, it will not be a pity even if I am missing from your life.

Elysee's heart was filled with the sadness before parting, and her emotional expression changed from wanting to speak to being taciturn.

As soon as the saint saw Elise's expression changing back and forth, she probably guessed that she might be full of sorrow and resentment, as if she had eaten a dozen Li Qingzhao alive, and she might spit out countless sorrows when she opened her mouth. Psalms come.

Jeanne directly took Elyse's wrist and pulled her out of the confession room, then pushed her back all the way to the door of the Holy Church.

If you want to separate, separate.

If you say break up, break up.

The saint's attitude was straightforward: "Don't send me any more messages today. I'm afraid that others will misunderstand."

Elysee was sent to the gate and held back many words.

She smiled and said one word: "Okay..."

She sniffed and said softly: "But I still have something to say."

"In the days to come, you have to take good care of yourself."

"Don't kick the quilt off when you go to bed at night."

"Remember to comb your hair in the morning."

"Don't bother brushing your teeth with Holy Light."

"Practice your handwriting carefully, don't just practice your signature."

"Remember to ventilate the room frequently."

"Change your underwear once a day."

"..."

The more Jeanne listened, the more speechless she became.

Damn it, why does it look like it’s serious?

Isn’t it the same thing to break up a relationship today and get back together tomorrow?

All little girls are like this.

"Anyway... you have to be happy." Elise smiled through her tears and smiled at Jeanne: "You must be happy."

Jeanne opened her mouth, now regretting that she had agreed too decisively just now.

But now it was too late to regret and explain. After saying the last words, Elise seemed to have put down a heavy burden, waved her hand and left the direction of the church.

Jeanne looked at the back, and the more she looked, the more she felt something was wrong.

The clingy little girl who used to be reluctant to leave her seemed to have suddenly grown up.

There was a strange feeling in her heart that only an old mother could have.

"in argument?"

The priest stood behind and asked, "Are you outspoken again?"

"It's not my fault this time."

Jeanne crossed her arms: "She was emotionally unstable and suddenly broke off the relationship."

"Friendships are lost unexpectedly."

The priest reminded: "If you want to regret it, do it early."

"That's so long-winded, of course I know."

Jeanne said harshly: "I'm just waiting for her to calm down first, so girls of this age are in trouble."

The priest smiled and said, "Aren't you the same age group yourself?"

"I am an innate heroic spirit, can it be the same?" Jeanne said, "I will go see her tomorrow."

The priest said: "Your Highness, you should return to the church headquarters tomorrow and you need to report to the tribunal."

"Can't it be postponed?"

"I'm afraid not. This is related to the church's contribution and evaluation of you."

"..."

"So it's still too late to catch up now."

"...No need!" Jeanne turned around and said: "You get up at five o'clock tomorrow morning, go to the Cantarita Bakery and buy the latest limited edition red velvet chocolate cake, and then I will write a letter and send them Give it to Elysee together."

The priest smiled and said, "I'm afraid this will cause misunderstanding."

The saint said calmly: "Who would misunderstand? Oh, you don't know yet."

"Elyse has a boyfriend."