northernbook Chapter 249: Rum, do you need me to take you to report to God?
Chapter 249: Rum, do you need me to take you to report to God?
Far away from the research institute, in a remote corner with no surveillance.
The miraculous butterfly shone with the brilliance of miracles, and at this moment, Fūya Rei's increasingly heavy steps became light and steady again. His posture changed from a dying trance to a determined light chaser.
The system light screen flickered quietly, and a debuff was triggered.
"We are larvae, born to become angelic butterflies." In your eyes, are the people of the world larvae or butterflies?
The blond young man didn't care about the side effect of 8 hours of face blindness, and just treated it as an adventure in the insect world.
The healing card [Divine Healing Baptism], still gathering dust in the warehouse, cannot be used because its negative status is blindness. As a free magician, he cannot stand being blind.
Even if it's just temporary.
Furiya Rei's departure threw the research institute into chaos. After the boss, who had calmed down, checked the surveillance footage, the picture froze on the scene of the magician, covered in blood, throwing the little girl away and walking away laughing wildly.
The old man covered his heart and remained silent for a while, then personally sent an email to Gin who was still in the United States.
[Urgent order, bring back Miyano Toru's newest personality, codenamed Mojito, and recall Sherry.]
The new personality is so crazy that the old man is a little afraid that this guy will die outside.
After all, no matter how crazy the other personalities are, they are directed outwardly, but the new personality does not distinguish between inside and outside.
Look at what he did after he woke up. Who can compare to him except Tennessee who commits suicide all day long?
You won't stop until you kill yourself, right?
The boss was speechless. As the chairman of a multinational corporation, shouldn't others be cautious in complimenting him?
Why is it that when it comes to Amuro Toru, he becomes the one who carefully coaxes the other person, fearing that the other person will die in front of him?
The old man tapped his phone and contacted Rum, who was slacking off. "Rum, go find Miyano Toru right now and bring him back safe and sound."
After a pause, his aged voice was filled with sinister coldness: "Put aside your ridiculous priest job. If you insist on becoming a priest, don't blame me for being ruthless. I will send you to see God to report your work."
After saying that, he hung up the phone directly.
Rum, who didn't even have time to say a word, said: "..."
His cheeks twitched as he looked down at his priest's attire and the shining silver cross around his neck. He then looked up at the angel statue next to him, feeling as if he was about to grow wings and fly to heaven.
Rum shuddered, his face darkened, and he turned and fled from the church.
If you don't leave now, you'll be killed by the boss! !
Agent——You fucking cheated me!!
At this time, Gin, who was drinking with Bai Buri, glanced at the email, quickly opened the intranet and used his permissions to look at the uploaded surveillance video, and an inexplicable emotion flashed in his eyes.
Another new personality, this is the fourth one.
It seems that guy is really sick.
But what is surprising is that the gentleman actually gave this unexpected new personality the code name Mojito. Does it symbolize freedom and relaxation?
Unfortunately, no one can escape the darkness and the organization.
He looked at Vodka with sarcasm, put down his glass, and waved to her: "Emergency mission, let's go."
Bai Buli, who wanted to get close to her good friend, reached out: "Wait, wait—"
Seeing the man leave without looking back, he was so angry that he smashed the cup.
The boss of that organization is such a piece of shit. He disturbs others even when he's on vacation and has no manners at all.
He rolled his eyes and decided to find a way to convince the president to kill the boss.
While avoiding the organization's pursuit, Rei Fūya changed his clothes.
The bloodstained white coat was replaced, and he put on a pure white magician's suit, a top hat to cover his golden hair, a laughing clown mask on his face, and white gloves on his hands.
From the appearance, there are no obvious personal characteristics at all.
24 hours passed that day and he forgot about the people who bullied him as a child.
12 month 20 day.
Furukaya Rei got a bunch of balloons from somewhere and happily went to the Statue of Liberty to distribute them to the children passing by.
At the mouth of the Hudson River, where the blue waves are rippling, the people coming and going stop here, and the melodious music is accompanied by the sound of white doves spreading their wings and flying higher and higher.
Next to him, a wandering singer was playing a melodious tune with great enthusiasm.
It was a French chanson, with a melodious tune carrying a hint of sadness and the unique French romance, as well as an indescribable ambiguity.
The melody gradually changes from sadness to sentimentality, and then gradually becomes free and unrestrained. Finally, it is like a lady letting go of her shackles, leaving only unbridled freedom and pure romance.
This is a really... bold song.
After the song ended, Furuya Rei pulled down a balloon and handed it over. Amidst the crowd's applause, he said with a smile, "What a great song. For you, the free wandering musician."
The man with short platinum blond hair raised his head, revealing an extremely handsome face. He solemnly took the balloon, his smile as clear as the bright stars and moon: "Thank you, Mr. Clown."
Rei Furuya extended his hand and introduced himself: "Hello, Etienne Michel."
The man put down the barrel organ, shook hands with him, and said shyly but brightly, "Amilin, my name is Amilin King."
Amulin looked at the gentleman clown curiously, always feeling that Mr. Clown was full of mysteries.
Especially the name.
Etienne, coronation, crown.
Michel, who is God, or a god-like being.
Wow, this guy who doesn't sound like a French person has a bold French name.
Suddenly, an audience member shouted loudly: "Mr. Amilin, your music is so beautiful that it makes my heart want to run away."
Others around echoed, "Yes, yes, Mr. Amilin plays here almost twice a week. I come every time. His music really has a purifying effect on the soul."
"I like this feeling. I can't wait to dance on the spot."
Listening to the cheers and praises from the crowd, the big boy Amilin suddenly felt at a loss.
He said happily, "As long as you like it. When I debut in the future, you must support me."
"No problem, Mr. Amylin."
Furiya Rei handed a red balloon to the little girl who was walking over, stared meaningfully at the popular musician, and chuckled softly twice.
After the crowd dispersed, he was left with only one balloon.
He seemed tired, sitting lazily beside Amylin, turning his head to look at the Statue of Liberty behind him, as if muttering to himself: "Mr. Rousseau said: Man is born free, but everywhere he is in chains. But I feel that man is not free."
"Mr. Amulin, the goddess holds high the torch of freedom, but her lips are tightly pursed, and her expression is serious. Is it because she knows that there is no absolute freedom in the world?"