The rain in the hall stopped, leaving only the glass sky dome still dripping and leaking. There was no one on the stage, and the band in the audience fell silent, like a wax figure forgotten in an abandoned venue.

There was a storm in the minds of several Kings. After seeing the performance of Eternal Night Ark, they once again realized something that was easily overlooked by them:

True strength is not just the accumulation of power, but also the subtle use of it.

Mr. Evernight Ark, the new entrant to the King's Club, just used the least spiritual power and the smallest scale to subdue and dispel the spiritual illness that had been lingering in New Testament City for many years.

Even if the peers want to maintain a proud and critical image, they can only keep silent at this moment.

A drop of pure rain suspended in the air in front of Sean, like a still tear. Tom's legacy, reflected in the haze of New York City.

Sean stepped forward and took the drop of rainwater into his palm.

That is "a rain in the New Covenant," a rain that can be summoned in the New Covenant city when needed.

In that rain, you can invite people to walk, or you can kick the rain in the street alone-it will really rain for you.

Tom's legacy doesn't have much psychic power, but Sean finds it extra romantic. In the museum hidden deep in his soul, there is another crystal clear collection.

The rain outside the window became smaller, and the wet city gradually became clear. It seems that the dark cloud is also tired and ready to rest.

The "stealer who will enthroned soon" took two steps, looked up at the glass sky, and said with a smile: "It seems that I have to ask someone to repair it."

The Kings finally made their moves. The "Red Dragon" nodded slightly to Sean to show his approval, and Catherine also took a look at the "newcomer".

The look in her eyes made Sean smile. On the one hand, he enjoyed the feeling that no one present knew the secret between them. On the other hand, it was because he understood her eyes.

Catherine, who turned her head away, seemed to say with her eyes just now: Well, you are really good at showing off.

Half of it is deliberate ridicule, and half is actually a kind of recognition.

The once proud and strict mentor actually gave her praise. Sean knows how hard it is.

Sean sat back at the long table with a bottle of soda. When he sat down, he found that the atmosphere had undergone some subtle changes.

He felt completely accepted by the people around the table, and not only that, the members even treated him with a little more respect.

Sariel, who had a broken wing, no longer stared at him deliberately.

Sean sat at the table and continued to listen to the conversation between the Kings...

·

In the evening, Sean returned home and chatted with Aaliyah about the day's experience.

After enjoying a hot bath, instead of sitting on the bed and reading as usual, I turned off the lamp and lay down.

In the darkness, the playing cards hidden in the inner pocket of the pajamas trembled slightly.

It's Catherine: "Sleep?"

Sean opened his eyes: "Not yet. What's the matter?"

"I want to know, do you really not care about the chairman's affairs, or do you not want to express your position on that occasion?"

Sean blinked. Although I have her in my heart, I have such a close relationship with Phillips and such a deep conflict with Nietzsche...

Even for Catherine, he couldn’t directly tell the truth at this moment.

"My queen—I really don't care."

There was a noticeable pause on the other side, and she replied: "Okay."

Sean wanted to ask her opinion, but instead he thought about his concealment, and felt that it seemed unnecessary.

In fact, on the issue of who to support as the next president, Cathy has no problem supporting anyone. After all, the King class valued maximizing their own interests in the chairman election, and the relationship between him and Nietzsche was regarded as a personal grievance.

The two said good night to each other, and Sean continued to immerse himself in the darkness.

The sound of Aaliyah flipping the pages of the book could be heard from next door. The rustling sound is like the autumn wind blowing the dead leaves on the concrete floor.

The captain stretched his waist, and his meat pad lightly stepped on the floor, making a greasy rubbing sound, like a baby's accidentally opened lips...

Usually, listening to these small and steady movements, Sean would soon fall asleep.

However, Nietzsche standing on a high place in the dark forest flashed before his eyes, Catherine wearing a golden mask looking at him in the rain-dropped hall flashed, and Alicia who was covered in blue flames...

The mind is not stable.

"Maybe we need to talk to someone about this." Sean who was lying on the bed opened his eyes again.

Since he couldn't sleep for a while, he came to Shengen Space, the vast museum-like hall.

Step by step, with soft footsteps, Sean walked to a collection table. What was floating on that table was his own King-level mask, the "Ark of Eternal Night".

He sat down next to the collection platform, and a stone bench appeared to greet him, his eyes fixed on the bright ark in the precarious weather.

Floating and sinking, fighting the wind and waves. It is so small in the vast ocean, but so firm.

As if hearing the sound of the wind and waves, Xiao En's eyelids gradually became heavier, and he fell into a deep sleep in this indescribable tranquility.

·

In New York City in spring, the white oak trees in the black iron fence also grow green leaves. The breeze blows, the green leaves shake, and the sunlight passes through the ever-changing gaps, as if shining through the water, the gold dances with the shadows, mottled and drifting.

Wearing the Eternal Night Ark mask, Sean came alone to the familiar red brick house.

Professor Carl Jung's home on the New Testament.

He couldn't sit back and watch Alicia's death scene. He needed to find an authority in the dream realm and listen to his opinion.

Knock the door knocker, it was the maid of Mr. Jung's house who opened the door. The woman in her fifties was not surprised or flustered at all when she saw the high-level explorer standing outside the door, as if she was just an ordinary person in front of her, she calmly invited him into her home.

Sean didn't pay attention to this detail before, but when he saw it today, he suddenly realized that the people who walked into Mr. Jung's house were probably capable people...

The maid knocked on the door of the study on the first floor, and Sean walked in, seeing the familiar short white hair. Mr. Jung was wearing a white shirt and a black vest. He was sitting at the desk, writing something in the sunlight, without even noticing that a guest came in.

Sean didn't bother him, and sat on the sidelines quietly meditating, sorting out the flow of his soul, and quietly watching his ever-changing emotions—this is a brand new feeling gained after the release of the chakra of the Heart Palace. Most of the time, his consciousness Already able to stand above emotions, as if overlooking an ever-changing river.

Nowadays, people are used to using pens or typewriters, but Mr. Jung is still using a quill to write. His strokes are not too fast or slow, and from time to time he puts the quill pen into the ink bottle next to him, and gently brushes off the excess ink on the edge of the bottle. The nib hits the edge of the glass with a delicate and pleasant sound.

After a long while, maybe this great psychologist finished writing the uninterrupted paragraph~lightnovelpub.net~ He gently put down the quill, turned his head with a smile: "Mr. Shimmering Sea—I think now I should call you Eternal Night's Ark—congratulations on your promotion."

Sean sat up straight and returned the salute.

Several encounters in the past left a deep impression on each other. Although the two rarely meet each other, they seem to share a common goal.

Mr. Jung had a gentle smile in his eyes: "I'm sorry I didn't greet you immediately, I'm writing a...magical book. The esoteric culture discussed in this book comes from the mysterious East."

As he said, Mr. Jung picked up a book that looked a bit old: "This book is called "Taiyi Jinhuazong Lun", which is the mysterious wisdom of the ancient oriental country. My students are responsible for the translation, and I read it in it. There are many concepts and metaphors that coincide with modern psychology!

"I'm so excited, I'm trying to write down what I saw in it..."

"This book will be called "The Secret of the Golden Flower."

Mr. Jung had a mysterious smile on his face.