At the door of No. 13 Mink Street, Rasma, who originally had her back to the door, slowly turned around.

His left eye is a dark hollow;

Because this eye is now "hanging" in the sky.

The right eye existed normally, but it was full of shock and anger.

Rasma waved her hands and shouted in a voice that was almost suppressed to the extreme:

"Are you doing it for a cat?"

Rasma was very angry, very, very angry. If he could, he would really like to punch the entire street to pieces!

There are two reasons why he has stayed here for more than half a year. One is to follow the traces left by Dis and try to condense the fragment of his godhead;

The other is to help the cult keep an eye on this terrible threat that could bring violent shocks to the temple at any time.

As soon as Dis made such a move, he came over immediately. He was so frightened that he thought something big had happened. He even speculated whether something happened to Dis's grandson, but it turned out that it was because of a cat!

At this time, he really wanted to rush into the room, lift the guy off the bed, grab his shoulders, shake him vigorously, and ask loudly:

Don’t you think this is really excessive!!!

However, the most helpless thing about the man lying in the room in front of you is that he will never give you the possibility of such a discussion.

When we met when we were young, he showed such a character. Whatever he said, he was going to do it;

He rarely looks up to the stars and talks about his ideals, because for him, ideals that are out of reach for ordinary people are like picking an apple from a tree.

Not only is it easy to pick, it can also take a bite and clearly tell you whether it is sweet or sour.

Even in the round-up that involved three temple elders and a group of elites from various departments in the church more than half a year ago, he did not discuss it, but simply blew himself up with a fragment of the godhead and bombarded the Temple of Order;

Then he told the temple elders present:

I have two more here, you can decide on your own.

You can't reason with such a person because he won't give you a chance to reason with him!

You don't have to follow his wishes, but you also have to bear the consequences.

"Dis, you think I'm afraid of you because you're like this, don't you?"

"You think I'll help you save a cat just by moving your fingers?"

"What do you think of me Rasma? What do you think of me Rasma!"

"Do you think I am still the same person I was before? Do you think I am still the same person I was before you fell asleep? Do you think I have gained nothing from being a pastor on this street for so long?"

"No, you're wrong. I've gained a lot. I feel like I've found the rhythm. I've gradually mastered it. I don't even have to rush to try, because I know that I just need to spend some more time and I can do it.

Just like you did before, raise your hand and condense the fragments of the godhead!"

"I will catch up with you soon, so I won't allow you to treat me like this again, Dis!"

After Rasma said this, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled,

road:

"It won't happen again."

…

Master Auggie stopped. When she stopped, Karen, who had been flying with her, finally felt the warmth that the world gave him.

He even mobilized the fire power of his ancestor Allen to start roasting himself. Of course, after everything was put into order, the use of these powers would not arouse suspicion.

Auggie reminded: "I'm afraid your body will break if you are in such a hurry to bake it with fire."

"Thank you sir for reminding me, I can handle it."

"Can you hold it?"

"OK."

"Then you should have the strength to tell me what it is now."

Master Auggie pointed at the huge eye that appeared on the sky in front of him. Even though it was still far away, its existence had already brought a huge sense of oppression to this giant frost dragon.

Karen deliberately replied with a hint of humor: "That's the Eye of Order."

"Am I blind? Can't I see that it's the Eye of Order? What I want is for you to tell me whose Eye of Order it is."

"My lord, why do you think I know?"

"Then why did you tell me to slow down just now?" Mr. Auggie poked his forehead with a finger, "Most of the time, I am stupid because I use my little wisdom at critical moments."

"grown ups……"

"So, I'm sure you know who this Eye of Order belongs to. Now, please tell me, for the sake of me helping you chase your missing cat for so long!"

"What you are chasing is the assassin, the assassin who killed the family of the bishop of our religion."

Auggie licked his tongue, raised his head slightly, and raised his eyebrows at Karen:

"Do you know who you are talking to? Do you know why the whip holder placed a seal in my body to prevent me from showing my true self at will? Do you know why my supervision is so strict?

Do you think I’m pretty and sexy like this?”

"Yes."

"Yes, you are very discerning!

From a purely human mating perspective, my figure is the most suitable, and it is also the most arousing impulse for male humans at the same stage, because they know that I can give them strong babies, which is the most primitive instinctive choice in life.

"

"You are right."

"No, I'm off topic. Answer me quickly, otherwise, I will eat you!"

Master Auggie reached out and grabbed Karen's neck and lifted Karen up.

In the consciousness space, Karen has faced many existences with powerful souls, but this is the first time he has faced them in the physical body.

After all, he had already escaped before Rililsa woke up in the world inside the door.

But now, what she is facing is a real dragon, even if she looks like a person now.

When you are approached by a dragon and the opponent's hand has touched your body, it often means that you have lost. If there is enough distance, Karen feels that he can still have a chance to move around a few times.

"Sir, you'd better calm down."

"I am very curious. If you don't tell me, then I will eat you. After reporting it, I will say that you were killed by an assassin during the pursuit. Hahaha, do you think I am smart?"

"The assassin came to my house with the intention of killing me. You are helping the assassin."

"Hey, that's right."

Master Auggie really let go of his hand, Karen regained her freedom, and then silently pulled away a little bit.

"I really can't threaten you with death, but I don't want to beg you. I'm so entangled and distressed."

"Sir..." Karen said while reaching out and rubbing his neck, "When you saw the Eye of Order, that eye must have also seen you. So, if he wants you to know his identity, he

Will tell you."

The Immelais family is now one of the highest taboos in the Cult of Kosmos, including Rasma who stayed on Mink Street. They are all "secrets" and it is not suitable for Karen to tell them unless Rasma wants to.

"You really said a very reasonable nonsense, but I still want to know, maybe, I can break the precept. Anyway, the whip bearer doesn't know that I killed you. As for the influence on the divine religion, it seems I don't really care either.

I even feel that the more chaotic the Cult of Kosmos is, the more opportunities I will have to come out for some air."

"You dare!"

A voice sounded above Master Auggie's head.

Auggie raised her head, and what greeted her was a slap on her face.

"Bang!"

Auggie was kicked directly into the valley below, as if he turned into a meteor, and his body was embedded in the mountain.

You know, she is a dragon. Karen really didn't expect that someone could use such a simple and crude method to kick a dragon away.

"Huh...it's really unimaginable."

"What is unimaginable?"

A black shadow slowly fell down, slowly becoming level with Karen. However, although his figure and voice were obscured, Karen could still recognize who he was. Well, in this area, besides Lord Rasma, there were also Who can do this?

"She is a dragon."

"I know, she followed Foden a long time ago." Rasma tilted her head slightly, "Have you never seen your grandfather fight?"

"I've seen it...but I can't say I've seen it."

"Oh, your grandfather is more elegant in fighting, isn't he? He can cast the forbidden spell that many people can't release even once in their lifetime as a purification spell as casually as a purification spell;

Then he coughed a few times to indicate that there was a burden and price for releasing the forbidden curse."

"But I think you have more quality."

"Texture?" Rasma paused, "Then let me ask you, between the way your grandpa and I fight, which one do you like better?"
To be continued...