[She cares about me. 】【She really cares about me. 】【She is looking at me, she is looking at me again, today she is looking at me for the fifth time. 】【She loves me so much! 】【If it is a son, it is called William, and if it is a daughter, it is called Jenny... It is best to have a son and a daughter... But can the spirit of things have children with humans? Those trash Aleisters from the Ministry of Biology, quickly bring out the technology! 】 Huai Shi felt like he was going crazy.

I couldn't understand what Yeats was thinking about every day - half of the time was thinking about Maud, and the other half was sleeping, eating, and scolding Aleister.

If you still have time, think about your work by the way.

Oh, things like the spirit don't sleep and eat much.

That's fine, keep thinking of Mode, write love poems, and then scold Aleister for more time...

Huai Shi has already begun to regret his rash infiltrating behind enemy lines.

It's not that the task is too arduous and the conditions are too difficult, it's that this role is too **** weird, and he can't grasp it!

The fist is already hard.

Fortunately, the meeting ended soon. After a brief inspection of his physical condition and it was determined that he was out of the dangerous stage, Huai Shi was sent home directly.

Before Huai Shi was forced to propose to Maud Gunney...

Thank goodness, thank you Mathers.

Huai Shi has never been so grateful to Golden Dawn.

But in the illusion of the Book of Fate, even the weak Yeats, after resting in bed for a few minutes, got up again before Huai Shi could catch his breath!

Pick up a pen and paper and start writing a love letter.

["Well, I'm not in good health today, so just write 60,000 words. If I write too much, she will blame me for not caring for my body." Ye Zhi sighed melancholy. 】You're **** enough! ! !

Huai Shi's teeth were about to be bitten, and the hand holding the pen twitched wildly, feeling that his heart was being tested like never before. With tears in her eyes, she copied a long and cumbersome love letter word by word, and she even used cursive fonts!

If it wasn't for the concern that Golden Dawn might observe something in the dark, he would have almost turned the table off.

But don't say it, this writing is quite good, it can be used almost if you change the name...

Thinking of this, Huai Shi was horrified the moment he reacted.

Thinking so quickly?

Could it be that this is the omen of precision that experiential actors say?

too terrifying!

After struggling for several hours, Huai Shi secretly exerted influence through the Book of Fate, forcing Yeats to sleep on and off for two hours.

Then…

[The next day, Yeats woke up from a short-lived dream. Looking at the sunlight outside the window, thinking of Maud, his sluggish spirit suddenly cheered up.

He got up and walked to the desk, picked up the pen, and his heart burst with inspiration, ah, praise the muse, Morde, my love...] Huai Shi has a mouthful of old blood, struggling to restrain the twitching expression and the urge to shred the love letter in his hand, he can't care anymore It is possible that Yeats noticed something was wrong.

Directly manipulate the Book of Destiny to instill in the spirit of things: The family is too strong, you have to go out for a walk, you have to go out for a walk, you have to go out for a walk...

【What are you going to go? don't go! ] [I won't go anywhere until the love letter is finished... go... go... yes, go for a walk... drink a cup of coffee to find new inspiration... maybe I can meet Maud, hehe, Maud, my Maud ...] Huai Shi's back molars wailed.

There was an unprecedented urge to strangle this dog thing, as if little angels and demons were whispering in his ears. The devil said to cross him,

One hundred.

The angel said yes yes yes.

But on the bright side, at least go out, at least go out.

Huai Shi took a deep breath, and following his movements, he casually put on a coat and walked out the door.

Yesterday, I returned home instantly through the transfer of the ladder. After pushing the door and going out, I couldn't help but be attracted by the city in front of me.

It is no longer a blurred outline observed through a lens, but a picture scroll that is actually unfolding in front of my eyes.

Birds and flowers are fragrant, the air is pleasant, the sun-like light wheel hangs high in the sky in the distance, and the awakened city is full of hustle and bustle.

It's like going back to the present...

The depth, the air, the matter, and the appearance of the people you see seem to be indistinguishable from the present.

Even the gardens and green grass on both sides of the road underfoot have a familiar atmosphere.

This city of **** composed of people chosen by heaven, a land of nothingness that was born after the fall of the kingdom of heaven, has only appeared in front of Huai Shi's eyes until now.

so spectacular.

It seems that he has made no secret of his desire for technology and his pride in this achievement. Combining laws and secrets, there are many tall buildings in the city of hell, each of which is completely different from the others. It was carefully carved by the artist, but when they are located in the same place, they appear so harmonious and integrated.

The sky is filled with the neon of the ladder, and the rail traffic is all over the air and underground. The layers are like a ring, and the huge building in the middle is guarded in it.

For a while, Huai Shi still couldn't tell where it was.

But what I saw at the moment, the lives of those who were chosen by heaven, did not seem to be much different from the current situation. However, the hierarchy seems to be very clearly divided, and the status of pedestrians is easily reflected in their actions and demeanor.

It's just that it is rare to see domineering or scolding and bullying gestures. Instead, it is with a certain calmness and pride, and it is rare to even glance at those who respectfully give way.

in good order.

Among them, the existence of Yeats is obviously an out-of-specification level.

A member like him who sits in the inner circle is naturally at the top of all the people who belong to the outer circle. Without his summons, no one even dares to approach without authorization.

Even Huai Shi was standing on the busiest transportation hub, looking at all this, fascinated.

Is everything so prosperous created in hell?

It's just that this amount...

Under the disguise, Huai Shi restrained the urge to frown, and quietly estimated the number of people who were chosen by Heaven in the Land of Nothingness, and the doubts in his heart became more and more huge.

Hundreds of thousands? Hundreds of thousands? Or close to a million?

He was a little horrified by the results of his estimation - not because of the large number of people who were chosen by God, but because of...why are there so few?

For the past 70 years, Golden Dawn has been preparing day and night for the formation of the Aleister plan and the selection of the chosen person. At the end, is there such a small number of people selected?

It's just that since the battle of the worlds, the souls they have quietly smuggled over from the present situation have been more than that!

But what about others?

What about the others, people'? !

Huai Shi moved forward indifferently, thinking silently, walking across the street, looking around.

But it didn't take long, in front of his eyes, in a rainbow light, a projection suddenly descended.

Aleister.

To be precise, it is the subconscious combination of all the Chosen People, the prototype and sketch of the Silver Sea in Hell—One [The Chosen One, The Fool]!

"Good day, Mr. Yeats."

The Fool's respectful greetings.

Huai Shi is indifferent.

Not because he wanted to show his disdain for Golden Dawn and Aleister so bluntly, but because Yeats in the Book of Fate did so.

Apathy, disdain, resistance and disgust.

["What's the matter?" asked the spirit of returning to the scene from the poem in a cold voice. 】The Fool smiled and asked, "Where are you going? You are rarely seen in the outer zone.

"It's none of your business."

Huai Shi repeated the reading as it was, and at the same time carried the insight from Yeats, and realized that he was unhappy when he walked into the outer layer unknowingly.

"Speak quickly," he said.

"It couldn't be better to see that your body has improved."

The Fool still smiled politely.

As the soul complex of many chosen people, he didn't care about Yeats' attitude towards him, not to mention that Yeats never agreed with the Aleister plan from the beginning, and was one of the most clear-cut opponents.

Now that they are in the same place, it is only because they are members of the Golden Dawn, pinching their noses and enduring it.

"I see that you seem to have something else to do, so I won't bother you any more."

The Fool explained his purpose before saying goodbye: "It's just that Mr. Mathers asked me to remind you that it's your turn to organize the Great Library this month.

[Yeats' expression twitches, her lips open and close silently, as if swearing a swear word. 】It can be seen that this temporary job does not seem to be easy, and it is also very troublesome, which makes Yeats begin to become impatient.

"Your reply?" The Fool's expression remained unchanged, waiting.

"I will."

Huai Shi finally said, so the fool left.

And then, Yeats in the Book of Fate no longer had any interest in hanging out. He chanted love letter, love letter, my love letter.

As if he was reluctant to take this job, Yeats did not reach his destination directly, but irritably and dawdled slowly down the steps, turning back three steps at a time.

Just like the author who faced the deadline of submission in Calvin: lock yourself at home, organize the desk, tidy up the papers, change clothes, clean the room, walk the dog, meditate, take a bath, adjust the lights, encourage yourself, fish, brush short Videos, despair, crying, self-loathing...but not a single word!

On the contrary, it was cheaper for Huai Shi to be able to observe the core of the Golden Dawn so clearly.

All you can see are huge and solemn buildings, as well as the layers of secret rituals, the laws of walking in the air, and even the neon overhead that seems to be within reach.

The ladder, and the copy of the great secret - Suruchi's Quotations!

If this can be done...

Huai Shi began to think involuntarily.

Regardless, his thoughts were interrupted by screams on the steps not far away.

Just in front of the door that looked like a research institute, a man with a **** head was dragged out, his fingers were stubbornly digging at the door, struggling and screaming: "Give me another month, a month, it will definitely be. Fruitful!"

"Follow your instructions, Mr. Weema.\"

The chosen person, like a security guard, dragged the man with a blank face: "Your research has been cancelled in the sequence, and your registration has been erased."

"No, you can't do this!" Williams roared, his eyes were red, and he was struggling to hold the person pulling next to him: "Do you know how many heavyweight papers I have published? Go away, go away!"

"Unfortunately, you will be included in the recycling process for falsely reporting your resume, fraud, and embezzling other people's research results." The guard finally warned: "If you continue to resist, we will take violent measures."

"No, no, please."

William shouted in horror, "Don't use me as a material, please, I just, I just don't have inspiration, give me a little more time Tanaka, you say something, you say something!"

Bang!

The short stick slammed on the back of his head mercilessly, William's eyes were white, and he was put into a box and taken away.

The bystanders on the steps looked at all this indifferently, and there was laughter.

"Hmph, it's another piece of trash that relies on students to get the upper hand."

I thought that the current situation would work here.\"

"How many days is this?"

In those whispers and conversations, some people's faces were faintly pale, wiped their sweat without a trace, and left in a hurry, and some people stood there, guarding the leaving figures, sneering.

From William being driven to being dragged away, no one said a word.

Including his students, all stood beside him, watching all this quietly, with some kind of icy pleasure and mockery in his pupils.

It has to be said that the punishment of the incompetent is really heartwarming.

Even Huai Shi wants to like it.

only……

His brows are slightly wrinkled: don't use me as a material, what is it?

["Hmph, that's why I hate this bunch of synthetic **** without poetry or beauty."] [Yeats is indifferent to all this, without any sympathy.

All along, he disapproved of what real genius could be created by man.

Among the many people who have produced their own choice ~lightnovelpub.net~, apart from one or two guys who are still capable, most of them are just waste.

To this end, I don’t know how many souls will be invested as materials for production.] Well, at least Huaishi can finally guess where so many souls sent to the land of nowhere have gone.

Except for a very small number of talented and talented, amazing geniuses and special souls who can undergo complete transformations and rituals, more people who are chosen by nature are 'produced' in this way, right?

Without value and talent, there is no place to live?

What kind of abyss is this?

Huai Shi couldn't help but want to sneer.

The so-called beautiful world of the chosen people', I am afraid that only the people who are chosen by God can enter, right?

Maybe more people are like Yeats who is now immersed in the record of events, and until his soul is decomposed, he is still dreaming of a great dream of immortality.

In order to resist hell, to create another hell.

But why is the **** created by human beings more cruel and cruel than the real hell?

A mocking laughter echoed in his heart.

Looking back.

Stop looking.

Turn to focus on the direction of the big library.

Because the closer he moves in that direction, the more Huai Shi can feel the familiar touch and hunger.

Hunger from the Book of Fate!

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