My Boss, the White-haired Nun

Walter didn't speak, but responded with a firm look.

"What I said...is also a question about whether to take responsibility." He thought for a while and said softly. "I have also hesitated, rebelled, and wanted to give up. But I finally realized a problem."

"Those words and deeds that appeared in my line of sight when I was young, those principles that taught me, those persuasion from that mouth, those boards that beat me on the ass, and ultimately will be in my later life. In it, it has become something that is integrated into my words and deeds, and even into the depths of my soul."

"Even when I defected, I would still unconsciously maintain the old habits and stick to the old things, not because of the simple reason of habit, but more fundamentally, in my conception, That's right, what should be done."

He shook his head, stood up from the ground, stood in the snowstorm and looked at the boy in front of him with a gentle expression.

"When I wanted to get rid of his influence, I found that I was already deeply involved in his influence. However, at this time, I realized that I didn't think there was anything wrong or bad about being influenced by him, just like A person born under the light may go into darkness for a while, but he will eventually return to the light again, because every bit of darkness he sees emphasizes the beauty of light to him.”

"Even among the limited-issue souvenirs, this lighter of yours is a custom-made high-end product." Suddenly, as if he suddenly remembered something, he threw the lighter in his hand back into the arms of the black-haired boy.

"It is engraved with a congratulatory message written by the British Prime Minister to the owner of the lighter."

He no longer looked at Walter, but patted the ash and snowflakes on his body, and said softly. "As far as I know, there are no more than twenty such things in this world."

After speaking, he turned and left without hesitation.Only Walter was left leaning there alone, staring blankly at his back as he left.

"..."

After a long silence, the dark-haired boy lowered his head and turned the lighter to an underside that he hadn't noticed before.

A not-long sentence is clearly engraved on it in cursive English that is so graceful and elegant that it seems that there is an air of admiration overflowing from it.

"Awe. Is a great talent"

However, at this time...

"Boom boom boom boom boom!!!"

Regarding the chapter revision of the update just now

I just made a revision at the end of Chapter [-]. If you see that the chapter name is not "Great Talent", you can go back to Chapter [-] and refresh the page to see the revised chapter.

I'm sorry, I'm dizzy, and when I looked back at the detailed outline, I realized that there was something I didn't write in.

My pot my pot.

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If there is any scene that can be called a sign of the end, then the vision that happened in New York in [-] must be one of them.

First of all, a huge explosion came from the edge of New York City. The huge earthquake-like vibration was enough to overturn pedestrians walking on the street to the ground. However, there was no thick smoke rising into the sky under such a sound. Along with the fire that illuminated half of the sky, a strange but dazzling purple-red light filled the entire sky. It seemed that the sky was covered with a bright red curtain, and the dark clouds were all over the sky, which was clearly below zero. It is a very cold weather, but it is raining in the sky. I don’t know whether it is the white raindrops showing red under the reflection of the purple-red sky, or the raindrops themselves are red, and when they finally pass through the air, they are like tears of blood left by gods. .Be it Valkyries or ordinary people, everyone could hear ghosts sighing and neighing in their ears, as if there were evil spirits flying in the sky, laughing wildly, as if they were celebrating the coming of the end.

Anyone who has ever watched the prelude to the catastrophe in Berlin will know what kind of horror all of this means.

In human history, this kind of disaster is called collapse.

Unfortunately, among those who experienced the disaster in Berlin completely, there were no survivors.

However, just above the sky, the purple light became thicker and thicker, sweeping down with thick clouds covering the sky, as if the sky had collapsed, suddenly there were five purple-red beams of light coming from all over New York. The surrounding places began to rise. Those beams of light were only as thick as one person, but they were like pillars of heaven supporting the world that was about to collapse. The pre-falling sky.Then they converged into a point somewhere in the grid, shooting out a beam of light and projecting it to a certain place on the ground, suppressing a certain riot that was about to set off the ground.

Walter, who was just about to stand up but was knocked to the ground by the shock, stared blankly at the scene in front of him, only feeling a great fear and anger rising from his soul, but at the same time his heart Vigorously beating, every cell in the body seemed to wake up from sleep, cheering and jumping for joy, excited for the arrival of the doomsday judgment.

【Then what if I tell you that you are a lawyer? 】He suddenly remembered what the woman said last night in his mind, and suddenly understood what her words meant.

He was supposed to belong to something like this—he never knew that fact better than he did now.Even the idea of ​​joining it flashed through his mind for a moment.

【Like a person born under the light may walk into darkness for a while, but he will eventually return to the light again, because every bit of darkness he sees emphasizes the beauty of light to him. 】

While he was chewing on what the man said just now, the image of the savior of Berlin, who was hot in the cold tomb, flashed across his mind.

In fact, he knew from the very beginning that the savior in Berlin that day shone on the world with brilliance. It was the burning soul of that person, and it was constantly dissipating in the burning. It was because of this that those golden flames could heal all the sorrows. and pain.

But in a sense, it is precisely because of seeing the sacrifices he made that one can understand the preciousness of those gains.

Not omnipotent, never detrimental to that person's place in Walter's heart.

"Okay." He shrugged his shoulders and looked in the direction the man left. "you're right."

"Drip drip..."

Suddenly, the communicator in his pocket rang, and the display showed Ai Yin's number. He subconsciously picked it up to answer it, but what came out was a female voice that he had heard but was not so familiar with.

"I'm the proprietress of the resort," her voice was a little anxious in the communication, "just now two of your friends suddenly had purple crystals on their bodies, which wrapped them all up and radiated light from above. Purple beam of light, hurry over and see what's going on."

"...I see." Walter's expression sank in an instant, and after a reply, he took a last look at the purple sky, turned around and ran in the same direction as when he came first.

"I'll come over now."

……

At this time, the GM underground laboratory.

A blue-haired woman stood alone in front of the huge device, wearing a strange blue costume that could be condensed by Honkai. There were dark blue light patterns all over her body. There are tiny stardust-like ice crystals suspended above, and shattered purple crystals are scattered beside the soles of the feet. In those rose-colored eyes, there is a mysterious inscription that seems to represent the origin.

Its air is noble and holy, like the queen of winter.

However, at this time, the blue-haired man stretched out his hands to support the huge purple-red light ball in the device in front of him with difficulty, and the laboratory was filled with dazzling purple light and the sweeping Houkai energy wind.All the people around have already evacuated, only an illusory pale golden light standing beside her with arms folded, surrounded by streamers like fireflies.

It was a figure that could hardly be considered tall, but his shoulders were broad, and his curly hair hung down from his back. It was obviously pure golden, but it somehow gave people the illusion that the hair should be red.

"Do you want to continue?" The golden figure smiled and looked at the woman in front of him. "You should be very clear, right? After that, it should not be your responsibility."

"...I want to ask you a question." The blue-haired woman was silent for a while, and then said softly. "Whether this experiment fails, all the things we have to do, and everyone's reaction, are all in your plan, right? You already know that the Moonlight Throne Project is actually impossible to succeed Bar?"

"Well... I can't say that I know everything in my expectation." The golden figure said with a smile. "It's just that the current situation is indeed the result of my deliberate guidance."