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In heaven, the fourth-generation lord **** is standing in front of a small house where the angel lives.

"Okay?" he asked.

"What are you doing in such a hurry?" A sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl walked out of the door, wearing a black angel robe, looking very special in this white world.

"Didn't you say that you want to go to the world? I will take you there today." For this girl, the main **** always respects this girl. Even the silver eyes next to him don't understand. Growing up children, they are cold, difficult to get along with, and even less likable, but it seems that all the golden eyes have a special respect for her, just like the main god.

"Yes, but I didn't say that it was necessary to be so urgent." The girl glared at each other coldly, and started walking towards the main temple. Although she didn't know how to get to the world, she knew that the exit was in the main temple.

"She really hasn't changed at all." The main **** sighed, followed behind the girl, and walked to the main temple, recalling that he held his master and watched the master turn into white sand, but was helpless.

"Everything is over!" At this moment, one person stepped into the stone room, a young man in his twenties.

"You..." He couldn't help but glared.

"Actually, I don't want her to disappear." The other party came forward with an innocent look, and stretched out his hand to caress the white sand. "I just don't want to lose the freedom she gave me to teach."

"But in the end she still disappeared!" Sartres yelled at the young man unbearably.

"For your angels, will they really disappear?"

"You mean to say..." Sutheris suddenly realized, but his brows frowned immediately, "But she is so strong, who else's blood can resurrect her and make her the same as her. ?"

"If you can go back to be the main **** of heaven and continue the agreement between me and her, then I will naturally give you what you want!" The young man smiled affirmatively.

"Okay!" Sartres did not give much consideration. Being the main god, this is not difficult. For the current heaven, his strength is not the main **** but also the main god, and for him, the position of the main **** is not important. The human world is not something he cares about, so he promised readily.

"So..." The young man nodded, and took out a bottle from his pocket with a pale golden liquid flowing in it.

"This is?" Sartres looked at him puzzledly.

"This is what you want." The young man turned and walked towards the door.

"I'm asking you whose blood is this?" Sartres didn't want to take risks, after all, if the resurrection was not successful, there would be no second chance.

"Whose blood do you think is best for her?" As he said, the other party disappeared at the door with a string of laughter.

"Whose blood is the most suitable for her..." Sartres was puzzled, looking at the white sand in his hand, and then at the pale golden liquid in the bottle. "The pale golden blood only shows that the owner of this blood must be very powerful. As for Falham, but he is here right now, and the pope doesn’t need to come to give blood again. Saffrot’s? But if it’s him, why didn’t he come in person? But who else has blood besides them? "

Just as Sartres couldn't think about it, he suddenly felt a slight movement behind him, "Who? Come out!"

"Master Satrese!" Who knew it was Estelle who had been with Farham for all these years, and Sutheris asked a little unexpectedly, "Why are you here?"

"I..." She paused, seemingly embarrassed.

"Are you following him?" Satris knew very well that apart from him and the owner, no one in heaven knew about it, and Esther appeared here now, naturally following someone else. , If it was Falham, then she should have come out to fight, not hide.

"I..." Esther gritted her teeth, "Actually I have been working for the Pope."

"Why?" Sartres couldn't understand why the dignified high-ranking angel worked for a human being.

"I used to live in the world like you, and he saved my mother and me." Esther breathed a sigh of relief and planned to say everything.

"So after entering heaven, you tell him all the information in heaven?" Sutheris guessed.

"Yes." Esther nodded.

"Then why are you staying and telling me all this now, instead of leaving behind him quietly?" Saterius said, and began to pick up the white sand on the ground.

"Because he doesn't need me anymore, and I also have a task to stay to complete." With that, Esther stepped forward and helped Satreus clean up together.

"What task?"

"Resurrect her." Esther held up a handful of white sand.

"Use this?" Sartre still felt a little unreliable. After all, whether the blood could work, no one could say.

"Yeah." But Estelle nodded affirmatively, "Just use it."

"It is?" Sartres couldn't figure it out.

"My lord, do you remember that you were in Domus City when you came back holding the seriously injured Misselia. At that time, I secretly collected a bottle of her blood. I originally wanted to use it for an experiment to see why she It will change from a human being to a blood, and from a blood to an angel, but since then, too many things have happened and I don’t have time to experiment, so it stayed. I didn’t expect there would be This is useful." Esther said, having collected all the white sand, "And now Master Farham is no longer there, only I can resurrect!"

"Then, everything is up to you." But the result is like now. She is reborn, but she doesn't remember everything, but with Shule's precedent, Sartress believes she will remember it one day , And today is likely to be this day because of what he said at that time.

"No matter how cruel the facts are, it is better than hiding them." He didn't blame her for concealing.

"My cross is for me to carry it myself, and her existence is my courage and the necessity to survive carrying the cross." He didn't give up on her. In his heart, she was like a lamp full of light. Illuminated his life.

Satris retracted his thoughts, followed the figure in front, walked towards the main temple step by step, and finally passed through the main temple and stepped into the world.

Today is an important day, because it is the day when the Lord God of Heaven and the patriarch of the Night Clan have agreed. The Millennium Holy War is over, and everything will be calm after today.

It's just that in the world at this time, in that small manor in Domus City, he couldn't calm down. After meeting with Sutters that day, he couldn't calm down anymore. Time passed, he I heard that she woke up, I heard that she didn’t remember, I heard that she wanted to come to the world, I heard that she was looking for someone, I heard that she didn’t know who she was looking for, I heard...

When he saw the silver light descending from the sky, the smile on his face gradually spread.

"The person you're looking for is in there, go in!" Satris said to the girl beside him.

"Really?" The girl doubted. After all, she didn't even know what the person she was looking for looked like, whether it was tall or short, male or female. She just knew that she had to find each other, and she must find each other. A lamp full of light, it seems that as long as you find him, you can see all the confusion and chaos in your mind.

"Yes, because he is just a bright lamp for you, and what you have always wanted to know is in it." Sartres replied.

"Yeah." The girl's heart trembled suddenly, as if she felt something, she stepped towards the door.

Seeing her walk in, Satresi smiled slightly, this kind of smile is different from the previous smile, because it has temperature, "This light will finally illuminate your life."

[End of book]

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