Old-time musicians

The winter night in the small town was extremely cold. At about 11 o'clock in the evening, the drizzle began to fall again, and gradually mixed with the sound of rustling ice.

Far away from the church's carriage, Fan Ning's figure landed after several bounces.

This is after the essential change in his spirituality, together with the change in the command power of the "Key" phase - a secondary change other than the "Candle" chariot - now the command power can act on various parts of his body out of thin air, even if Flying in the air is not difficult either.

In fact, Fan Ning feels that the more practical aspect of the power of command lies in its intangibility and colorlessness, which directly leads to him being able to use the remains of the "Fountain in the Painting" to disguise what colors others can see and what characteristics they can infer. It all depends on Fan Ning's mood at the moment.

At this moment, under the control of Fan Ning, the "exaggerated" raging fire ignited by several footholds in the back temporarily disappeared.

He walked slowly along the deserted street, raindrops dripping down the brim of his top hat, mixed with some almost transparent eyeballs.

This time the messenger took a little longer to return. It had been more than three hours since he sent the message of "I owe you more later". Obviously, Luo Yin did not reply immediately.

Fan Ning reached out and grabbed it, letting Dan's golden writing appear on his palm:

"Are you talking human words? Can you afford to pay me back if I continue to owe you?"

Seeing this first sentence, Fan Ning had the illusion for a moment that Luo Yin was evaluating other aspects of himself.

"You may have fallen asleep when you saw this news. The atmosphere of today's reception dinner has changed quite dramatically. You know that Owen, the Special Inspection Office arranged to supervise the theater chain. At first, he was very attentive and annoying. Later, we talked about some serious matters involving stakes, and it seemed to be a bit normal, but the thought of the face of the Special Patrol Office behind me was still disgusting. "

"Tonight I also met a priest named Lavoisier. He is a middle-aged gentleman. He is about the same age as my father. He is a high-ranking and powerful man who is definitely stronger than me. He pays attention to etiquette, moral integrity, and is too old-fashioned. Well, how should I put it? Simply The church attaches great importance to him because he is a walking humanoid. Maybe he is a late bloomer? I also think that if he becomes a priest, there will be no problem in at least getting an inspection spot for his improvised pipe organ in Beech Diocese. I also read the work, which is indeed good in medieval style, but to me, it’s not as good as the one you played at the time, "The name is too long and I can’t remember the Keyboard Variations."

"Wash up, go to bed, good night."

In the quiet and empty Flower Square, Fan Ning read carefully while walking. He felt that if Luo Yin lived in his previous life, on the other side of his elegant social temperament, he would be more or less an expert at making complaints.

The handwriting floated for a few seconds, and then two paragraphs appeared:

"I was in a daze in the bath and wanted to write more. When I went back to the hotel, the car took a detour and I got off the car at Campo de' Fiori and stayed for a while. I was very disappointed. On the one hand, the weather was not good, it was very cold, and on the other hand, there was no In the poem, there are citizens chatting in pairs, lovers holding candles on dates, street musicians singing and dancing, and colorful fireworks. There is not even a faint beam of light. The mayor wants to send someone to turn on the gas lamps in the square for me to see. I Said it’s better not to waste expensive wartime energy.”

"It feels like everything has gotten worse since that summer. Of course, what we are doing is meaningful and will help more and more children. However, there is no need to come here and there is no need to regret."

"But I'm here, isn't it amazing?"

Fan Ning stopped and looked around the groggy Laibiqi Flower Plaza in the cold rainy night, imagining that Miss Luo Yin, wearing a trench coat and boots, might have stood on a brick and stamped her feet angrily not long ago.

There was nothing in the open space, except for some barricades made of thick wood and barbed wire. They looked like mounds of mud in the field of vision. They didn't completely block the road, but they weren't very comfortable either.

This was set up by the authorities to prevent public riots. Of course, the actual atmosphere in Laibiqi, the city behind the front line, was not so serious yet. They were more of "emergency equipment" prepared in accordance with the above regulations.

"I have something to trouble you about. I need to collect some information about so-called "worms" or "helminthology."

Fan Ning had just sent the messenger into the star realm, but fell into a dream and caught him back.

Not so good. You can mention it before, you can mention it later, but if you mention it now, the coincidence of time is a bit too bizarre. Luo Yin will definitely have heard about the death of the priest in this small town.

Fan Ning thought about what she should reply to when she gets up tomorrow, and finally asked a question that was related to today's dinner, not inconsistent with it, something she should be concerned about, and one that could easily lead to other topics:

"When will you consider promotion to the Deep One?"

Considering that she replied too much and he said too little, Fan Ning thought about it carefully and finally what he actually sent was:

"I have read everything you shared. Speaking of which, when will you consider being promoted to the Deeper?"

As soon as the messenger disappeared under the rain curtain, a bright light enveloped Fan Ning's body, and elongated his shadow and cast it onto a pile of garbage trucks near the wall ten meters away.

"Who is it? It's curfew time now, raise your hands and come over here!" A man's voice shouted.

This was a fat officer with a flashlight in his hand and a gun on his waist. As he flashed his light and shouted, two soldiers on the left and right pointed their rifles at Fan Ning.

But before Fan Ning could speak, there was a rustling sound coming from the garbage truck that was also illuminated.

Fanning had already noticed that there were two vagrants rummaging through the garbage. They were trembling and standing a few steps forward. They were a dirty little girl and a young mother.

The two risked curfew and went out to look for things in the middle of the night, but from the situation, it seemed that their luck was not very good. The mother's wrist seemed to be cut by something like glass, and blood condensed on a large patch of thin clothes.

"Curfew does not count as a covenant." Fanning raised his hand and made a gesture of controlling the fire on his palm. A warm current quickly dispelled the chill on the two people, and then gently signaled them not to be afraid. "This country has always been God who established laws, sacrificed and planned, and the prophets spoke prophecies. Everything they taught should be done according to their judgment. Whatever they did not teach, don't pay attention to any word."

Facing the black muzzle of the gun, he waved to the officer in the middle:

"Take out some pasta or meat for them to eat, and bring some water for them to drink."