The twelve musical chapters of dusk are surrounding the beam

The magic light source is refracted by pieces of crystals and turns into a soft and warm yellow glow, sprinkling in the hall full of ancient and rich atmosphere.

The fishy red wine kept spinning in the crystal goblet, and it fell back after several rounds. The wine on the wall slowly slid down, emitting a blurry color against the backdrop of the light.

"Mr. MGM, generally speaking, red wine is not suitable for long-term storage. Red wine that has been stored for too long will produce a odor, which will destroy its mellowness. But this does not apply to red wines native to the Slovak region. The longer the red wine produced there, the more mellow it is. What you want to try now is the best Rhm wine produced in the Slovak region, which has been more than 150 years old." Catherine's voice is noble and reserved, and she unknowingly keeps people from thousands of miles away. Every ups and downs is a model of noble etiquette. But for some reason, on this night, her voice seemed to have a slight temptation behind the plain and elegant elegance.

"Of course, preservation is also a kind of knowledge. I will introduce it to you in the future. There are really some interesting tips in it!" Catherine raised the cup at MGM. This time her tail sound was a little flower-like, as lazy as a girl, and seemed to be a little drunk.

MGM smiled. The theme of these days is wine. He has already tried all the famous wines on the mainland under the guidance of Catherine. In just a few days, his understanding of wine is enough to be a master.

Just as he was about to drink the red wine from the crystal goblet, Catherine's slender hand suddenly placed on his wrist and stopped him.

"Mr. MGM, the true taste of wine can only be realized after being drunk. No, it is not the drunkenness you have experienced before, it is not the real drunkenness, because your consciousness is still sober. In this plane, a great poet once said that wine is the root of all sins. If you really want to experience the true meaning of the source of sin, the only way is to relax, disappear all vigilance, suppress all power, open your mind, and completely relax all control over the **. Only when your consciousness is also drunk, the true taste of wine will appear."

Catherine's hands were smooth and cold, but MGM suddenly felt that the skin she touched was faintly burning, and even extended along her wrist to the atrium. He frowned slightly, feeling something was wrong, but he couldn't say something was wrong. But no matter what, suppressing all the power of the four-winged angel would be equivalent to completely handing over his soul to the fragile body of human beings, which was a very dangerous thing.

"Mr. MGM, what are you worried about? This is the palace of the Duke of Kings. Apart from the cathedral where the pope lives, this is the safest place in Lille. I have no fighting spirit, nor magic, and I am a devout believer of the Supreme God. What are you worried about? Are you afraid that you will be captured by the human body like the lowest angels?"

Catherine's eyes shine like morning stars, and the breath she exhaled was as fragrant as orchids, as if she had merged the most mellow aftertaste of dozens of previous fine wines.

MGM smiled slightly. Although he still felt something was wrong, he was a four-winged angel who was with the Lord God. He had tried all kinds of things in the world these days, but he could not shake his will at all.

Yes, how could he become a captive like those lower angels?

MGM took a light breath and drank the wine in the glass. He followed the method introduced by Catherine to reminisce about this extremely precious 150-year-old Remy wine from different angles.

The feeling of drunkenness is indeed good.

Especially between being drunk but not being drunk. All bondage becomes fragile, and all hidden ** will arise. All sensory stimulation is magnified.

A burst in the room began to sway in front of MGM, and everything was coated with a blood-like rouge color. Like Macbeth, most of his memories have been left in heaven, but how could he forget all the time he served by the Lord God for more than tens of thousands of years?

He suddenly wanted to laugh out loud, and he wanted to hug his head and cry. MGM felt a little scared in his heart. The human body was so powerful. But he was a glorious four-winged angel. He would face any difficulties rather than choose to escape.

MGM felt a little alert in his heart. Although he had suppressed all his power, he was an angel with four wings of glory, an angel known for his curse power, and had served the Lord God for a long time. His will has become a part of existence. If there is a slight waver, his instinct will immediately warn. If there is an external enemy attack at this moment, he can immediately recall his power and restore Qingming.

However, MGM also knew very well that this last bit of wisdom that could not be completely eliminated was an obstacle to the test. At this moment, his emotions did show signs of swaying. If he didn't even dare to face these directly, he could be said to have been defeated, losing in front of his body. Compared with the lowest-level angel who could not resist the temptation of the **, this is just a difference of fifty steps and hundreds of steps.

MGM sighed softly, a little golden light deep in her pupils gradually disappeared, and wildness finally began to appear on her elegant and elegant face.

In the shaking rouge of the world, MGM's gaze was suddenly attracted by two shining morning stars. Catherine does not usually appear too prominent, and it even makes people feel that she has no personality and no characteristics. But she is definitely not beautiful enough.

Katherine, she is actually too perfect, from the ends of her hair to her ankles, every detail is flawless. Even the most picky person cannot pick out the shortcomings of her. Because of this, at first glance, she really doesn't feel any characteristics or anything particularly attractive to her.

People feel very wonderful. They are always attracted by something prominent, thus ignoring other shortcomings. And people will subconsciously exaggerate this most prominent point. Because of this, Catherine's name of beauty is not obvious, and at most it is just the number one beauty in the Rhine Capital. And even this name is quite controversial. At least when Froya returns to the capital, the charming little fairy will immediately steal her from the limelight.

MGM naturally had no way to understand the weaknesses of human consciousness. At this time, in his eyes, Catherine's perfection was unobstructed. In this world of indulgence, her beauty could not escape the feeling of MGM being magnified thousands of times. Ivory-like skin, thick and natural curly hair, dark blue eyes, soft jade hands, vermilion lips... Every superimposed impact grew by factorial.

The drunkenness is still rising.

MGM suddenly realized that although he had experienced painting, music, sculpture, architecture, literature, drama and other human art, the real essence of human art has always been with him. He picked up the bottle and wanted to pour some wine for himself, but his hands were trembling and he could no longer hold the bottle.

This is a very wonderful feeling. It seems that the endangered traveler in the cold cold faces the fire of dancing, knowing the burning pain, but he can't help but reach out to catch it just to experience the heat of pleasure for a moment.

Catherine gently grabbed the shaking bottle and leaned over the bottle with her slender fingers. She touched MGM's trembling fingertips, and the icy touch once again turned into a hot stream of fire, pouring into MGM's heart. Something was shouting deep in his soul, but under Xunxun's drunkenness, MGM could not hear clearly and did not want to listen to this sound.

He backhanded and gently held Catherine's hand.

In the world of gold and rouge, the only clear one is Catherine's bright eyes.

This is the most wonderful moment...

It's also the most profound experience...

The soul could no longer bear the huge pleasure. It screamed hysterically in the trembling!

...

MGM suddenly sat up with her face ashen, her mood was ashen and her spirit was swept away.

Catherine stood on the scarlet carpet, slowly dressing, simple styles, covering her silky-like skin layer by layer with materials and cuts. Every move of Catherine dressing is so elegant, and on her face, there are noble, elegant but essentially smiles that are thousands of miles away, as if what she has done just now is just the most common spare time for noble women, such as writing a poem or pruning a bunch of flowers.

She heard the voice behind her, turned around, smiled slightly, and said, "Mr. MGM, you are truly the noblest high-ranking angel. You have escaped the shackles of your body so easily."

MGM's face was as deep as water. He had driven all human emotions and horrors out of his soul. At this moment, he looked at Catherine with a look of compassion and indifference to the world as if he was watching the lost lamb.

"You want to kill me?" Catherine said with a free and authentic expression. Her tone was as relaxed and casual as a lady talking about the weather in a social situation.

MGM was silent for a moment. Just sighed.

Catherine smiled faintly and said, "That's right. The Church's Book says. When you commit sin, try to compensate. If you commit new sins to cover up your sins, you will be far away from the glory of the Lord God from then on."

"Tell me, what do you want," MGM said coldly.

Catherine said, "The Grand Duke has endured the miracles of heaven, and has been fighting for the glory of the Supreme God. Now the Principality is fighting fiercely with the Dro Empire, which is much stronger than us. However, the Pope's attitude is very strange. He is always unwilling to give the Grand Duke appointed by the Lord's miracles to help. If you are willing to give us generous help, then you not only compensate me, but also spread the glory of the Supreme God."

MGM said: "The Grand Duke is indeed the miracle bearer designated by the Lord God himself. Therefore, if you want me to help you, just tell me directly, and I may not agree. Why do you need to use this method?"

Catherine smiled slightly, her long eyelashes flashed like a fan, and said meaningfully: "Mr. MGM, the greatest source of human artistic inspiration is something called love. If you can understand what love is one day, then you will understand why I did this."

"Love?" MGM fell into deep thought.

Catherine left the room, knowing that it was time for the noble Arrival Angel to be alone. She gently covered the door and walked out along the long red carpet.

A figure appeared silently in front of Catherine, blocking her way. His long hair and skin lost the luster of the former spirit, with bloodshot eyes covered with blood. His lips were completely lost. He was originally erect and talented, but now he was tortured by pain and looked haggard.

"Why! Tell me, why!" He stared at the kiss marks on Catherine's neck, and roared softly. He stretched out his hand, but then hung down in front of her again.

Catherine frowned and saw clearly that it was Fiore, the samurai swordsman in the church of Light that had been following her.

She saw the focus of Fiore's gaze. Her brows frowned even tighter, and pulled the shawl up. It blocked the kiss marks on her neck. Her extremely classical and beautiful face was filled with a noble expression of inviolability, and she said coldly: "You? Follow me?"

"I am to protect you!" Fiore growled. He forgot to use his respectful words. Then, he tried his best to suppress his voice, not wanting others to hear it: I admire you so much! In my heart, you are even more important than my belief in the Supreme God! But why. Why!"

Catherine looked at him, her expression softened, showing a slight smile, as gentle as the first ray of spring breeze. She stretched out her hand and wiped away the tears rolling down from Fiore without knowing it, and said softly but firmly: "Fiore, I am just an ordinary woman, in this chaotic world. I need help and protection. But I don't have martial arts and magic. What else can I exchange for besides my body?"

"I, I can protect you and have been helping you!"

Catherine withdrew her hand, looked at Fiore for a while, and smiled faintly: "Are you? Maybe it can, but not now. I used to expect you to do this, but I don't have that long waiting for your growth. Protecting me is not just about determination."

With a buzzing sound, Fiore's sword was already pressing against Catherine's throat. His hands were still calm, but his whole body was trembling: "I can't stand it, I can't stand it. You use yourself as a condition for exchange!"

Catherine looked at Fiore quietly with bright eyes. His body trembled harder and harder, and finally, the tip of his sword sank and drooped to the ground.

Catherine stopped again as she passed by him and said lightly: "I like men with strength, so I was willing just now."

Fiore trembled all over.

"If one day your strength can move me..." Catherine didn't say anything further.

Fiore turned around like a whirlwind and stared at Catherine, his eyes full of scorching flames.

"Will you keep helping me?"

"I can do it forever." Fiore's eyes looked straight into Catherine's beautiful eyes as blue as the sky, and answered without any hesitation.

This is a world without sky and without earth, looking around, boundless and boundless.

But this world has light, soft light, everywhere but does not know its origin and end. There is also a sea, vast ocean, and even perception cannot reach the end. This is a strange world, half of which is void and half of which is ocean.

A face suddenly appeared in the waves of the sea. This is an extremely charming face. Every contour and every curve are created by temptation, which is enough to make people breathe stagnate.

There was a sudden wave of waves on the sea, and huge numbers rushed towards this extremely delicate face, lifting it higher and higher. So among the waves, endless sea water condensed together, slowly highlighting its slender neck, round shoulders, ice-condensed skin and slender legs.

A moment later, an unparalleled beauty had stood on the sea. He, not her, suddenly opened his eyes!

So countless bright red lightning fell from the void, sank into the bottomless ocean, and stirred up a huge* a hundred meters high!

Four angels emerged from the void, and they gathered under him, and said in unison in the pleasant voice of the chant: "Dear Lord Achilles, the great Tirathimus has been waiting for you for a long time."

For some reason, Achilles seemed to hesitate. After a moment, he waved his hand and a trained giant flying out of the sea, turning into a robe in the air, covering his body.

So under the guidance of the four angels, two bright red lights lit up on Achilles' snow-like toes and silently passed through the sky.

Tirathimus, one of the main gods in the heavens, created the great god of light angels with his hand. At this moment, he supported his jaw with his hands, as if he was in deep thought.

He sat on a pure holy light, surrounded by clouds and clouds. The sangs sang together by hundreds of angels in endless space.

The twelve angels lined up in two rows. They gathered their golden wings behind them, bowed their heads respectfully, and were placed on both sides of the glorious main god. Compared with the huge body of Tirathimis, which exuded endless majesty, these angels seemed to be fireflies under the bright moon in summer nights!

The four lower angels leading Achilles stopped far away, and they could not get close to the Lord God at all. For these lower angels, the light of Tirathimis was too strong. If they flew forward, they would immediately be burned out by the Lord God's light and become an unconscious original form.

Achilles saw the twelve angels in front of Tirathimis, and his bright red eyes fluctuated slightly. He flew to the Lord God who created himself, and knelt respectfully in the void, waiting for the order.

Tirathimis slowly opened his eyes, looked at Achilles, who was even lower than a finger in front of him, and said slowly: "This time, your mission is not going well."

The Lord God was speaking as gently as possible. However, the slight fluctuations of his divine power had caused a series of roars in the space that were too huge for the lower angels, and the chants they sang were almost interrupted. The hundred angels immediately retreated together until they were far from the divine power of the Lord God, and the chants became loud again.

"Odrech is the most perfect angel of light you have created, and my mission this time will not go smoothly." Achilles said with his head down.

"That's true..." Tirathimis pondered and said, "But although Odaireh stole the power of faith, her power, who had just woken up, should not be very powerful. In this battle, your original body was even decomposed and had to return to heaven. Why hasn't she been destroyed yet?"

Achilles calmly said: "Great Tirathimus, your oracle is to bring her back to you, not to destroy her. She is the product of your great wisdom, so this is by no means an easy task. I will come again and bring her to your land."

Tirathimus pondered for a moment, reached out and the four angels of the twelve angels immediately left. Tirathimus said, "Let them help you and bring Odreh to me."

Achilles looked up slightly, and a little light flashed through his bright red eyes, saying, "The great Tirathimus, bringing Audreh back to heaven does not require five light angels at all, which will affect your speed of expanding to the glory of the High God in other planes. Moreover, if the five light angels arrive at the same time, they will also exhaust the savings of the Light Church. You know, the plane where Audreh is located is very troublesome. Otherwise, she...she won't..."

Achilles didn't say anything more.

Tirathimis said slowly: "Achilles, your eyes are not high enough. If you want to bring Audreh back to heaven, your power alone is not enough. As for the accumulation of the Church of Light, you don't need to worry about this."

At this moment, a strong light suddenly surged from the endless void, and hundreds of angels flew out in a row. They were arranged neatly behind Achilles and knelt down together.
To be continued...