Suspected of making Esther William a little unhappy, he was kind enough to help, but suspicious. He said:- Don’t you have only one choice now, to give us a try?What Esther William said was not wrong. He knew Claude White’s weaknesses and current situation. He had only one way. He is sure he will have to let him. He left without saying anything afterward and went to Curtis Andrea’s. He said:- I’ll take this man hostage, and if Gloria’s in trouble, don’t blame me for being cruel.- It’s all right.Esther William said and then looked at Curtis Andrea and said to him:- Curtis, I’m not going to let you die so soon.Esther William was half joking, and Curtis Andrea just nodded and didn’t answer right away. He was a close medical officer once looked at. There are many scenes of death in the army. It’s very well-trained. So it doesn’t matter. After a while of silence, he said one thing:- You should be careful. Life is important.- All right.Then Esther William turned to Claude White:-
"Is it important?"One sentence without a tail, but Pluto hears and understands."I'm capable of hearing from them... perhaps I, they'll be madly jealous. Is it important that Pluto shakes his thigh?"One sentence without a tail, but Pluto hears and understands."I have the ability. If they can hear me... maybe I, they will be jealous to madness." Pluto shook his thigh willingly." So, you tell me… aren't you afraid I'll be jealous of you, Pluto?" Arnold gave Pluto a slight slap on the thigh." I don't believe you're going to throw away an elite and smart guy like me." Pluto gently shook down Arnold's wings, brushed Advanced Puppet, and acted cute." You put gold on your face again." Arnold's hands gently stroked Pluto's warm and beautiful feathers." "Dad, if I became a monster... would you abandon me?" Pluto looked calmly, looking a little far away, and asked Arnold.Arnold rarely stopped talking to Pluto for a moment." Are you talking in your sleep, Pluto? This stupid kid, Arnold,
At the same time, heads of different races. The elders and departments in the tribes, who are highly influential in other races... also kneel gently, respectively, to the image of that tall youth, their arrogance, and loyalty." The river abates all curses, for the cleanest souls... River Of God, the holy river of Advanced Puppet. Children born with Sapphire eyes can use the water in this river to wash their eyes... to wipe out Samson's curse years ago."" Don't worry, other races, and I'll affect your lives. Only rely on Advanced Puppet; you can only determine your lives. I, who exist to look down, see you from above... what value will you contribute to the world that I create? I will not favor any other race, which is only because of my influence and the curse of Samson. This river, this river, I give to humanity instead of my thanks to man."After explaining the effect of this river, Gwen grinned softly and whispered to his races as Gwen's projections faded away and disappeared bef
Through mutual understanding, Arnold learned that the woman sitting in front of him was Isis, the god in the Great Nine of Heliopolis, in the religion of ancient Egypt. The goddess of motherhood, magic, and reproduction of Egypt.And the man next to Isis's husband, Osiris, is the god who rules the afterlife. His blue skin symbolizes the rebirth of the pharaohs when they are dead. Osiris, the symbol of immortality, death, and life... is also eternal reincarnation. " So you two need my help?" Manually pouring tea for Isis and Osiris, Arnold also lightly pushed for the two of them sweet breakfast and premium black tea. Egypt is relatively biased towards the mildly rich taste of Egyptian black tea."Good tea."Isis and Osiris took a sip of tea at their throats… the two people's eyes suddenly sparkled, closed their eyes together to enjoy this unique black tea taste." You're too polite." Goddess Isis also smiled sweetly, picking up another cup of tea Arnold gave over.Osiris took a big
Life is abundant, but the price to pay for it is also excellent… Arnold is a puppeteer, and this is what he doesn't need.My heart is pounding.With the beating of his heart, Arnold knew he wanted it."The blood of the ancestors Lilith, the first master creator in the history of the first Vampire, 8,000 years ago. "The first woman God created from his lust... the rebel against Adam, the first man of humanity... in Hebrew mythology, mentioned in the study of demons in Babylon, the blood of the bloodthirst. Aru, in Some mythology, maybe even earlier…."I can't refuse this gift.Arnold's mouth raised to smile brightly, his eyes toward Isis and Osiris... understand the meaning of laughter.Both sides don't need to say anything anymore; they understand each other and don't continue to talk." Don't worry too much that these gifts are too precious. In Egypt, we can't use the objects of foreign gods other than Egypt. So you can also consider this protection fee that the Egyptian gods give yo
Arnold shook his head, not giving an opinion at this time. Every time he thought he could hold in the hands of victory… was the same as being beaten up to swollen.So, Arnold didn't believe in promises... he just believed in the result.The so-called grip of the system still makes Arnold nervous.Lilith was the first Vampire ancestor, which may sound simple, but Lilith certainly has the blood of the gods in it anyway.In Jewish epic mythology, Lilith is said to be the first mother of early vampires... to give birth to real killers.In the name of the mother of lust and blood. Bloody madman and depraved, satisfying the purest evil of vampires.The mother of the crime, the beautiful red woman... transformed into her later self, also known as Countess Báthory Erzsébet of Hungary.She's also mentioned as the lust of God, and it's pure lust. The desires of that perversion and madness, if she were to absorb her blood.Would Arnold control his purest lust and thirst in him?Arnold doesn't kn
In one country near the Black Sea border of Bosporus, there was a war between the two major countries to occupy and harvest two gold mines near the edge of the Black Sea, my village in Istanbul, where I was born and raised. Nice and beautiful land, but now what? The war destroyed everything.And I'm dead. On this land.My soul floats in the air, taking the sight of a third man watching the battlefield. The smoke was hazy, surrounded by dead arms, broken legs, incomplete body fragments, and resentment everywhere.The leader's shouts of cheerleaders, the sweet temptation of fantasy: promotion, rise to rank, money calculated according to the odds of killing the enemy, when killing, cut off the enemy's left ear to win the gold prize…It's crazy, how can they be so scary? They're a bunch of demons, demons, looking at human lives like garbage. I even want to make more money. They even went into the homes of innocent people, slaughtered, and cut off the left ear of good men. And mothers, dau
When I came to my senses, I found myself lying in a small, dark space. My head was dizzy, there seemed to be more than a few things I didn't even know. About a freak named Bridget Arnold. A noble. It's like a movie about this person's life from birth to war. It makes me feel like I'm that Bridget, not me in the present. Because he and I have the same name. Let's put aside the groundless doubt, first I have to think about how to get out of here and then go on.Using all my strength, I poked a little bit of what was covering my body with my fingernails. It's soft, but it's very strong, without light or air. But I'm sure I can still live without them, isn't it? The more I check and review, the more I have nothing to say. I think I'm in a giant cocoon. Or maybe I'm getting smaller myself.The more I think about it, the more I trust my judgment. I turned into an insect. But that's not true. If I'm dead, I'd say I'm an insect.I sighed for a moment… My numbers are miserable.Let's see if