Trafford’s Trading Club

Chapter 1509 is scored

Pick up the oil lamp, from casual to careful, it always gives the Princess a very strange feeling - it feels like someone is telling her, take this oil lamp, maybe it will bring you good luck.

Her Royal Highness shook her head and secretly thought this ridiculous thought... She put the oil lamp down, then turned around and walked toward the door.

When he was about to leave the bedroom, the Princess’s Highness suddenly turned back and hung the oil lamp on the belt, like an accessory.

The oil lamp is not big, and even has a small feeling... It hangs on the waist, although it looks a little different, but it does not make people look, not to mention the princess's cloak will cover the existence of the oil lamp.

"His Royal Highness?" The little maid did not understand the actions of His Royal Highness Princess.

"Nothing." The Royal Highness Princess said indifferently: "Let's go, I will go see Pharaoh first."

She actually wanted to shout a father - and then became a pharaoh.

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Ibn feels that the so-called 'eyes' that have been blown down by the [night watchman] may be a very valuable thing, so I don’t care about it. [The night watchman] is quite awkward at this time, and this is called [UAV]. 'Eyes' gave her arms and decided to leave the palace and take it out to fool others.

There are still a lot of collectors in the city... No one has ever seen such a thing, and the designation can sell a big price!

Ibn thought of this, couldn't help but laughed out, as if I saw the sons of the rich family who stood in front of a bunch of people who were so stupid.

"Right, you said, this is the eyes of the high priest?" Ibn thought of what the [night watchman] had said, and he was quite curious and asked: "How did you know?"

[Nightman] did not pay attention to Ibn, the speed gradually accelerated - his familiarity with the palace even made Ibn can't help but stunned... This road is not to mention the palace guards, even the places with lights are rare.

It felt like it had been going on for a long time, but it was like just walking for a while... Ibn was in front of a towering thing.

A trapezoidal pyramid-like building.

"God...the temple?" As a resident of the City of the Sun, Ibn naturally recognized the origin of the building for the first time - every resident of the Sun City will enter the temple several times in his life. qualifications.

When you are born, the day of adulthood and after death - when the inhabitants die, they will be sent to the temple to be cremated. In this place closest to the true God, the soul will be attached to the true God and will be able to rest in peace.

This is the ancient tradition of the City of the Sun - in Ibn’s memory, he has grown up early, so the impression of the temple is so clear... [The night watchman] wants to kill the high priest, the high priest is naturally Among the temples, so now comes to the temple, no problem.

It is just a kind of awe that lies in the heart, or Ibn who has been blinded by wealth has become hesitant.

"Dude, do we want to add up again?" Ibn grabbed the arm of the [night watchman] and hurriedly said: "There is no better than the royal palace. Whatever the white robes are all warriors with ten... I am afraid of both?"

"You are right." [The night watchman] nodded suddenly. "This is the nest of the high priest. It is unrealistic to want to sneak in."

"I will say it!" Ibn was overjoyed. "Let's go back and discuss it!"

He turned around happily, and the memory of the road was still very clear, so he didn’t panic when he strode... but he saw [the night watchman] throwing a fist-sized thing and throwing it directly to the road. Above the wall...嘭——! !

Sudden noises appeared, just behind Ibn, and even a stream of air struck from behind, and Ibn’s clothes floated.

He hurriedly turned around and saw a fire in front of him, and the walls of the temple and the palace had already broken a big hole.

[Nightman] At this time, I stood in front of Ibn. "It’s more troublesome to sneak into it anyway. Then simply get in."

"Call...I’m going in?!" Ibn’s eyes were black and almost fainted on the floor, yelling loudly: "You, you...you crazy!!"

"Only crazy people have the qualification to survive... Remember what I said." [The night watchman] grabbed a collar with one hand and pulled him into the broken one. "You used to It is also a madman."

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If God wants to perish, he must first make him crazy.

This is what a writer the high priest likes said... He is now in the bedroom of the temple - a room with dim and light.

Dim is the dim around, but there are two places in the light, one is shining on him, and the other is on a stone bed - yes, only these two are bright, the rest are dark... light It doesn't distract, it seems to be bound by something, so even with the light, the surrounding area is dark, the result is still dark.

The stone bed seems to be lying down...one, a woman.

A woman whose body is somewhat different from that of a normal woman - she still sees many scales on her body, but it is not dense. The scales are like degenerate, from hard to soft, then begin to shrink, and the color gradually becomes transparent.

Her face also began to recover from the cockroaches... The tail behind her is also shrinking a little bit.

The proportion of smooth and white skin is increasing... It is more and more like the appearance of a normal person - this is a banquet, the Yamanra that has become a monster in the eyes of the public. Her Royal Highness Princess Na.

I don't know how long it took, and she gradually got some reaction on the stone bed.

The trembled eyelashes indicate that she seems to be waking up... She opened her eyes and was in a weird state.

"You wake up faster than I thought... Yamanana."

The high priest was still sitting, looking down at the reader on the hand, and didn't look up at the stone bed and slowly crawling up her... She looked down at her body, her hands, and her hands still had not completely disappeared. Scales.

Suddenly, she grabbed her arm hard and even pulled the scales that were about to fade away from the arm—their hands became bloody.

"They will soon be completely retired... and, even if you unplug these now, the new one will grow." The high priest said with a blank expression: "So this behavior, in addition to making you feel the pain There is no substantive role outside... Yamanana has forgotten how I taught you."

"Why." It... She... Princess Yamanana raised her head and glared at the high priest under another light source: "Why should I let me... let me be in front of everyone?!"

The high priest thought for a moment: "Everyone in the process of growing up needs to face some...some unexpected, never thought of pain. Pain is the food of growth. Know why cactus fruit in the desert Is it sweet? Because under the harsh conditions of the desert, it is more valuable to show life."

"Even if this is the case... even if it is!"! Yamanana walked down from the stone bed and squatted toward the high priest under another light source. "But you..."

"Betrayal, despair...all you need." The high priest closed the reader's book and said slowly: "There is anger now...even hate. You need these, Yamanana, without these. You are only half."

She squeezed her fists, her nails fell deeply into her palms, and hoarsely said: "I still feel sad now... So, in the end, I am just a guinea pig in your hands? Just like... just like my mother. ?!"

"Can't say that." The high priest shook his head. "Your mother, strictly speaking, is my daughter... She is actually perfect, but unfortunately learned love at a premature stage. Don't misunderstand, I am not I want to stop her from producing the best emotions in this world, even when she is born from your mother, I am even more willing to see it - this proves that your mother's growth is fast, beyond my expectations. I am actually very happy, otherwise I will not allow her to combine with your father...and then you."

Yaman Lana lowered her head and voiced her voice. "Is she still not dead yet... just in front of our eyes, it became a monster and turned into sand."

"This is your mother's choice, Yaman Lana." The high priest stood up. "I never restricted her, even if she chose to fight against me in this way, I did not stop her... I All her love and expectations have been given to her. Just as I have already given this to you... Yaman Lana, you yearn for the outside world, right? You always look forward to the outside The world, now, your chances are coming again."

Yamanana’s body trembled.

The high priest smiled at this moment, gently slamming the palms... The moments of the night became brighter – not all the things in the dark room were finally displayed.

Metal walls, metal floors - everything here is a metal product that seems to be the crystallization of human technological civilization.

"Here..." Yaman Lana looked incredibly at everything around it - it was a place where even she had passed from the future.

In front of the huge multi-screen screen and console, there are all kinds of things called equipment - all of which are more advanced than the things hidden behind the wall between her gods.

"Why, these are not all things that you dream of."

"Where...when did you build this place?" Yamanana frowned and her voice was terrible.

“It’s been built here, it’s been built very early and long ago.” The high priest said slowly: “Before you, it’s earlier than your mother.”

"You used to be..." Jaman Lana couldn't help but anger when she gnawed his teeth: "I have always mastered so many outside technologies, why... why just give me the most common things! They don't make much difference to the giant beasts outside. The damage... You know that you have such a technology, you can obviously fight the beast more effectively... Why? Why do you still have to watch the residents of the Sun City, the longest day of the night... Why? Let so many people die! So many lives -!"

"These are not important, Yaman Lana." The high priest shook his head: "Human life will end no matter what, natural death is also the end, death in the disaster is also dead, the process is not the same, but for me... The result is the same - but you are different, Yamanana, you are special, you are different from all humans here. I said, all my love and expectations have been given to you... now, It's time for you to leave here."

"what?"

The high priest waved his hand, and the screen behind him suddenly shone. The multi-group split screens eventually combined into a complete image... On the corridor of the palace, the princess was carrying a little maid to Pharaoh's palace.

"This is..." Yaman Lana was shocked and stepped back subconsciously. "She... she is..."

"I have prepared a real identity for you." The high priest smiled at this moment and waved again. The metal floor around Yamanana suddenly opened, and a cylindrical table slowly rose. Some clothes were placed on the table. ... some modern clothing.

Yamanana looked at the clothes on the table.

"From now on, this identity is officially yours." The high priest said softly: "These clothes, you no longer need to take off... After leaving here, you will be the real Claudia. I said, This is what you dream of."

Princess Yamarana subconsciously extended her hand to the clothes on the table... shoes, eyes with a struggle, silent.

At this time there was a shock from the question - in this metal room, the vibration was not obvious, but it was enough to attract the attention of two people - especially the high priest.

He turned back and glanced at the screen... When the picture turned, he came outside the temple.

The periphery of the temple at night, full of murderous moments... a figure covered with gray animal skin, all the way to the scene, the sparks thrown by the guns in his hand, so that the flesh and blood of the body easily fell - Even if these flesh and blood bodies belong to the white robes of the temples that are one of the best.

"This is..." Yaman Lana's face changed slightly.

The high priest was thoughtful: "Well... this mouse is finally willing to appear... It’s been hidden for so long, it seems to be unbearable."

Said, the high priest shook his head, he opened the exit of the metal room and went out.

Before leaving, he looked at Princess Yamanana and said, "I hope that when I come back, you have already dressed up... I will open the door for you."

The door of the metal room was quietly closed, and the Princess Yamanana stayed in front of the cylindrical table, silently lowered her head... Above the arms, still bloody.

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The palace, where the pharaoh is.

The owner of this palace, slowly stood up from the steps, stepped down the steps step by step... to the front of the young guard who listened to many things he said.

"You seem to have decided." Luo boss said calmly.

The pharaoh of the palace: "Yes."

"Get started... you will get what you want." Luo boss waved, and a sheepskin roll appeared directly in front of the pharaoh of the royal palace.

The pharaoh of the royal palace stared deeply at the floating sheepskin scroll in front of him. "I will not... this time."

The whispered whisper gradually disappeared... Pharaoh actually inserted his finger into his left eye and dug his left eye!

(End of this chapter)