The Blood Hourglass

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When the three of us returned to the angel's residence and walked into the apse of the main temple, those silver eyes stood still in surprise, seeming to see a miracle. Satris and the others turned a blind eye to the side door. After the side door was left and right stairs, of course they all lead upstairs, and he chose the right side, and Temon and I just followed.

Upstairs is a large room, the front glass floor-to-ceiling door is half open, through it I can see an old figure from the back, busy among several tables.

"He?" Sartres stopped in front of the door and let me go first, but I stopped and looked at the old man.

"Yes!" Sartres replied.

"One of the eight golden eyes?" She remembered that prophecy said that there are only eight golden eyes in heaven.

"Yes! Known as the God of Medicine." He affirmed again.

"I think he should be the only golden eye that can be seen at any time." As I said, I stepped into the door. Satresi and Temon looked at each other for a while, wondering what this sentence meant.

"You are..." The old man turned his head, his voice was as old as his face, staring at me suspiciously, but his golden eyes didn't look old at all.

"I came to see a doctor." I told him simply.

"Seeing a doctor?" He looked at me puzzledly, "But I don't think the lady has glass."

"Satris!" I smiled at him, and turned to look at Sartres who had just walked in the door, "Have you heard? I'm not good."

"Satris! Who is in trouble again?" He looked back at me in surprise, staring at Sartres with a look of disbelief.

"No." Sartres shook his head, "No one had an accident."

"Well, that's the best, now I'm very busy." Farham sighed, and finally Temon behind Satrese was staring at him and laughing, "Old Fa, where are my men? How many years do you want them to stay with you?"

"This..." Falham looked embarrassed, "Oh! To be honest, I'm working on this matter now, wait, maybe this experiment will be useful to them."

As he said, he turned and walked to another table with some papers on it with some incomprehensible symbols and words painted on it. He looked at it carefully, finally nodded, and returned to the table where I was standing. I picked up a small test tube above, put some silver-white powder in it, shook it gently, the silver-white powder was dissolved, and the originally transparent liquid turned black.

Seeing such a strange phenomenon, I have forgotten what is going on. I just kept staring at him, standing at this table and standing at that table again, sometimes to read the information, sometimes to continue to take things and put them into the test tube.

"Pharaoh!" Sartres was not attracted to his experiment like me.

"Well, what else is there?" The old man didn't even care about Sartres, he didn't even look up. Someone must have come to the door, and he has to be more serious.

"I'm here to let you show your Royal Highness how her body is." Sartres explained directly.

"His Royal Highness? How about her?" Although Farham said he was just a healer, he was also a golden eye. Although the Princess was a bit higher than them, sometimes she could not use them in terms of status. Golden Eye, plus this Falham is an experimental mad, unless the Lord God summons him, otherwise he can hardly get out of this gate.

"She's right here," Satrese said, pointing at me.

"She... Isn't she a kin? What kind of princess?" Falham looked up at me, very puzzled.

"She is our princess." Satris explained, turning to me, "Your Royal Highness, please unlock your seal, otherwise it will cause unnecessary trouble in the angel's residence."

"Yeah." I also discovered this. Although at that time, in order to cooperate with the game, I turned myself into a noble appearance, but now it is no longer necessary. With the silent meditation in his heart, the black straight hair of the polar region suddenly faded away from the ink color, replaced with a silver outfit, and his eyes became the same as them, golden light.

"You..." Except for Sartres, the other two stared at me in surprise, their mouths half open, unable to close.

"I'm Missilia." It was regarded as a formal self-introduction, to Farem, and to the **** of war.

"No wonder you can draw a tie with me, it turns out that you are also a golden eye!" Farham smiled suddenly, and stretched out his hand to take my shoulder. "It seems that our heaven has another golden eye! "

"Temeng!" Sartres flashed, blocking Temeng's hand that hadn't fallen yet, "Don't forget, she is the princess!"

"Haha!" Temen smirked a little embarrassedly, "I always consider my opponent to be even as a friend, but you are not, haha, you are the princess."

"Just call me Misselia." Although I don't see how close I want to be with them, I am not accustomed to being such an adult. His Royal Highness's call sounds like an empty number, not my existence.

"Okay! Misselia!" As he said, Temon didn't look at Sartres. "This is what she asked me to call. This is an order. I will obey the order. Are you okay?"

"No." Sartres's calm face became cold.

"You..." But when they were talking and laughing, that Falham suddenly reached out to my neck, and I habitually flashed that people were already a few meters away, making him look embarrassed, "I'm sorry, Mi Celia, I just want to see where the clotting agent is in you."

"Oh!" Seeing the three of them staring at me in surprise, I felt a little embarrassed, and started back in front of Farham and let him examine my neck.

"Here?" He touched my wound lightly.

"Yeah." I nodded slightly.

"Does it feel numb?" He touched hard again.

I shook my head, "No."

"That's not it?" He used more force this time.

"No." It seemed to be completely healed, except for roughly knowing the location of the wound, there was no wound reaction at all.

"Okay, it's okay. Alas! Old man, I haven't been out for too long. When there is such a golden-eyed princess, I don't know. It seems that I have the opportunity to ask Steph, the princess. Who is his mother, who can give birth to such a powerful little Highness!" Farham took his hand and smiled kindly.

"The blood clotting agent on your Royal Highness..." Satris didn't seem to hear clearly, and confirmed again.

"I don't know if it was scattered, or was warped by His Royal Highness's own powerful silver and blood, anyway, His Royal Highness is fine now, just like I just said." Farham turned to me and smiled, "Miss is not good."

"That's great, this time you can compare it." Sartres breathed a sigh of relief, at least Sti had done well the task assigned to him, and Temon was even more happy, and the result was cold against Sartres. The golden eyes.

"Competition?" Farham was a little puzzled, "What is the competition? Is your Royal Highness going to participate in this ranking competition?"

"Ranked match?" I hadn't even heard of it before, and turned to Sartres curiously.

"His Royal Highness has only returned to heaven, and I don't know about the rankings yet." Sartres explained.

"What I mean by my eyes is, please tell me about the rankings." I always feel that this Sartres is vague to me, saying that it is an explanation, but nothing is really clear, not only this topic, Even for my memory problem, he didn't seem to give me a good explanation, and when will I see their main god, my father.

"This ranking competition is actually a competition set up by Lord Stei in order to make the children stronger. The rankings obtained from the competition are used to give the children a ranking. For example, heaven NO.1. Interested in your Highness?" Mu explained with a smile.

"NO. 1 who is it?" she asked in her heart.

"No. 1 Who is it?" And I repeated it.

"Of course it's Stie himself. If there is someone who is stronger than him, that's fine." When it comes to their master god, only Farem really calls his name. It seems to be familiar with him, and it seems that his status is similar to him. similar.

"Except for him?"

"Except for him, this is the one in front of you." Farham pointed at Satrese. "Didn't he tell you how strong he is?"

"I think he is about to tell me." I smiled coldly and looked at Sartres directly. "Now that it has been proven that my body is fine, can the competition begin?"

"Competition? Your Highness and him?" Farham withdrew his hand to take the test tube in surprise.

"Well, they decided it a long time ago. It's just that Satrisfei said that Misselia was injured, so he didn't agree. Now you say it's okay, then naturally it's fine." Temon said, also eager to try , "Micilia, it's my turn after fighting him."

I ignored him, just stared at Satrese, "Can you start?"

"I don't think it's necessary anymore. The ranking competition will be here soon. Everyone will participate. If your Royal Highness can reach the finals, then we will try again." Sartres calmly looked back at me and replied.

"This..." I stopped and asked her in my heart, "Can you?"

"Yes!" she replied.

Since she agrees, I naturally have no opinion, "Okay."

"Then now I will take the Princess Palace to your hut." Satris has always maintained that kind of smile, a little cold and a little, plus a serious, or a little stereotyped person, suddenly felt that he looked like a housekeeper, I just don't know if it will be enough to let him be a housekeeper one day.

"Being a housekeeper is much easier than being your servant." She suddenly smiled in her heart.

"you……"

"Since it's not the same now, then I will continue to sleep!" She could go to sleep if she angered me.

"It's a pity that we are one body, otherwise it might be more fun to compare with you." She smiled and gradually went away.

"Interesting?" It seemed that from the beginning I thought of her as another person, not a part of myself.

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