White, like the liquefied sandworm teeth of the correction liquid, did not flow out of the baggage, let alone stay quietly inside, but as if heated by high temperature, directly from the liquid into a steam, pulled out a curvy white smoke, fluttering towards the face of the tall stone statue. (8) Ω (1) ８⒈

As if the stone statue was inhaling, the white smoke drifted into his unopened mouth, and there was no air hole or anything, and the white smoke disappeared out of thin air.

Soon, the white smoke formed a line, and it became wider.

A few steps apart, it no longer looks like hemp rope and white thread, but more like the three-foot white silk used for hanging in the ancient palace.

"Bad luck," I subconsciously fanned in front of my mouth.

Looking at it again, the white smoke has changed again, this time, it feels like a small waterfall, but it is the kind that flows backwards.

"Hey, that's interesting," I thought to myself, trying to go up and look more closely.

However, before this step was completed, I felt that the white smoke that was an arm's width and like a small waterfall flowing backwards was gone!

When he lowered his head again, the baggage became empty, and the sandworm's teeth were gone.

It's a shame that I didn't get close to this view.

Before I could regret it for a few seconds, suddenly, there were a few more white lights in one of the stone statue's hands.

The white light was like a trickle of water, slowly flowing down, accurately falling on the head of Harold, who was looking solemn and serious, and slowly submerged into it without wasting anything.

After a while, I saw Harold's body tremble, and his whole body was full of white light, as if it was a light bulb of more than one or two hundred watts!

The sting made me unable to open my eyes, and I had to cover my eyes with my hands.

After a few seconds, I felt that the white light had weakened, so I slowly lowered my hand and squinted at Harold.

Sure enough, the white light at this time, just like a sixty or seventy-watt fluorescent lamp, although it is still a little uncomfortable, but when you open your eyes, it is no longer a problem.

In the words of some believers, Harold at this time was like a bath in holy light, and his person was incomparably solemn and holy, like a descending Son, listening to the teachings of God.

Actually, I don't think it's just me, if anyone else was there, they would see it the same way.

Harold was already well-proportioned and burly, although he was not handsome and chic, but his appearance was definitely upright and serious, his head was full of gold, shining in the white light, and the precious armor on his whole body looked extremely heroic under the bath of white light.

Just as a heavenly soldier descended to earth, the Son came.

Fortunately, I know a little bit about Harold, and I know that he is not a heavenly soldier at all, let alone a real saint.

Actually, even if I don't know, it's okay, I'm not a believer at all, and I don't have the habit of worshipping those miracles.

However, if there is a believer staff who happens to pass by at this time, it will be wonderful, I can't say that he or she will shout miracles on the spot, and then throw themselves to the ground, bow and worship, and in the end, maybe they will worship Harold as a holy son.

It is estimated that Harold will immediately look confused and cry and laugh.

I laughed to myself in my heart, always feeling that this moment of self is the most real self.

The effect lasted for about ten minutes, and then slowly subsided, and Harold, who fell to his knees and prayed sincerely, returned to his original state.

I walked around left and right, and I couldn't see any change in Harold.

He slowly opened his eyes, ignoring me, and instead looked straight at the base of the stone statue.

The base of the statue is also made of marble, boxy, and all three sides are straight up and down, except for the one that is facing Harold's kneeling direction.

I also quietly took a few steps forward, craned my neck and glanced at it.

On the sloping stone surface, lines of small characters slowly emerged.

Dense, like a floor tile crawling with insects, this is simply going to kill the patient with dense syndrome!

The small print appeared very slowly, and Harold read it even more slowly, and it took him more than half an hour to finally read the small print on the stone surface.

As he lifted his head and let out a long exhale, I peeked at the stone face again.

At best, there are only about 100 small characters on it, and he can read it for more than half an hour, I really don't know if it is a problem with his reading ability, or if he did it on purpose.

Spread out his hand and shook his head helplessly.

At this time, Harold got up, turned to me, and smiled, "Okay, the mission is done, and I may need your help next." ”

"Say, what's the deal?" I simply said, "As long as I can help." ”

"Don't worry, let's talk as we go" Harold's voice was cheerful, he seemed to be in a good mood, was it because of the completion of the mission?

Perhaps......

Walking out of the hall, turning the corner, the staff was waiting there, and when they saw Harold coming out, they hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Congratulations, Lord Harold!" ”

Harold nodded slightly.

Seeing Harold's indifferent expression, the staff seemed a little lost, but soon, she regained her professional smile, led Harold, and walked out of the corridor.

Passing by the information desk, I saw the foodie girl secretly eating potato chips, I grinned, and made a hidden greeting to her, she saw it, and also made a gesture back to me, and looked in front of me, and her eyes lit up, and when she looked at me again, her eyes were not only with ordinary friendly expressions, but even with a little jealousy and envy.

"I really didn't expect Harold to be so well-known" I felt the envy, jealousy and hatred around me, and said secretly in my heart: "Why haven't I heard of such a celebrity as him before?" ”

However, after thinking about it, I didn't have the time to pay attention to celebrities before, and it was not easy to eat every day.

When I think about it, I am relieved.

Leaving the adventurer's base, Harold didn't go to the dungeon, but turned to a restaurant not far from here, and he said to me, "It's almost noon now, let's have a meal first." ”

I saw Harold's sincere look of inquiry, felt his already hungry stomach, and responded, "Okay, then eat first, and say okay, I don't have any money." ”

"I don't need your money," Harold laughed, "You've helped me a lot, even if I often invite you to dinner, I should have it." ”

"Yo, this attitude has become so good" I grinned, revealing a somewhat obscene smile: "Why did you suddenly become so enthusiastic, I had a dead fish expression when I asked you to invite me to a bottle of drink before." ”

Harold was a little embarrassed and said, "Then, didn't you take a few pieces of magic equipment with you that time?" ”