The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 190: Kafni Noah

On December 13, the sky in Roseburg was gray.

The motorcade slowly arrived at the main gate.

Although it is not grand, the decoration of the carriage is not luxurious. But the guards at the city gate did not dare to stop him in the slightest.

Only because of the polyphony of golden lion heads outside the pure black carriage.

That is the symbol of Noah’s royal family!

In the carriage at the front sat a middle-aged man with a serious and calm face.

He has black curly hair and dark red eyes. Wearing a pair of narrow-rimmed black square-rimmed glasses.

The man opened the curtains and took a look outside.

"It's going to snow, Kaifni."

He asked in a low voice with concern: "Are you cold?"

The girl Kaifni who was in the same carriage with him did not respond.

Kafni ignored her father's words and just concentrated on painting.

She looked to be only fourteen or fifteen years old, and her black curly hair was scattered around her waist. On his head is a painter's beret.

She only wore a black waist-cinching lace dress. He took his bare feet out of his boots and curled them up under his body. He squatted securely on the long and soft bench, put the drawing board on his knees, and concentrated on smearing something.

"——Kafni?"

The middle-aged man received no response.

He reached out and grabbed Kaifuni's drawing board and pulled it away.

The man patiently asked again: "Are you cold? Do you want to add some clothes?"

"..."

Kafni just shook her head silently.

Different from men, although she also has red pupils, those eyes are closer to the color of glass.

That kind of bizarre transparency can even make people wonder whether she has normal vision.

The man also seemed very troubled by her silence, just like every child or couple who asked "What are we going to eat tonight" and got the answer "whatever":

"What does shaking your head mean? It's not cold or you don't need to wear more clothes?"

As he spoke, the man lowered his head and glanced at Kaifuni's painting.

Then he was startled.

What Kafni painted was a lifelike bird with a human face.

Its posture is weird and twisted, its wings seem to be broken, and there is an eye on each feather. It spread its legs and ran over the fire, but its feathers showed no sign of being burnt.

The moment he saw this weird and terrifying painting, a well-hidden fear and disgust flashed in the man's eyes.

But he quickly asked gently: "What is this, Kaifni?"

"...is God."

She whispered: "He awakened me."

Her voice was very light and soft, murmuring like she was dreaming.

But when he heard this statement, the man was suddenly shocked.

"——Don't dare to say that!"

He threw away the painting as if he was electrocuted, stood up and scolded hurriedly.

But he didn't dare to teach Kaifni any more lessons.

Just looking into those extremely clear red pupils made him feel a sense of fear. A strong creepy feeling rose from behind, and the man felt that the skin on his body was peeling off, but there was no pain at all.

He tried his best to suppress the almost boiling fear in his heart, forced a gentle smile, pushed up his glasses and said softly: "Kafni, we are already here.

"This is not far from the Frozen Water Harbor. Don't you want to see the paintings of Amos Morrison? Tomorrow I will take you to the ruins of the Morrison Gallery..."

"...No need."

Kafni shook her head slightly, not knowing what she meant.

As she spoke, she silently picked up the picture frame that had been thrown aside and retracted into her seat.

She smeared the painting vigorously with black paint, almost blackening most of the painting.

Although he knew that he should not talk to Kafni who was painting, the man couldn't help but asked after seeing this strange behavior: "Did you draw something wrong?"

"Yes, the drawing is wrong."

Kafni made a soft and soft voice, and rarely said two more words: "He should have four faces and four wings. I didn't see far enough...

"In front of Him is the face of a man, on the right is the face of a lion, on the left is the face of an ox, and behind him is the face of an eagle..."

When she said this, she raised her head and looked at the man seriously: "'Four' can represent time in the ceremony, Dad."

"...I don't understand these. I'm not an extraordinary person, and I don't understand what it means."

The man smiled bitterly and said: "You don't have to explain to me... just draw your own."

"Yeah."

Kafni also seemed to have lost interest in continuing to explain.

She hummed slightly and lowered her head again.

The man just leaned on the back seat with a pale face.

——Saw it again.

Every time he looked at Kaifni, the man seemed to be able to see countless dark, shadowy tentacles under her skirt.

He was also a little confused as to whether this was some kind of illusion...

Because that might also be the illusion given to him by Kafni's black lace skirt on the carriage that was constantly swaying gently.

…who knows.

The man rubbed his temples tiredly.

Gotta take a break.

"——Wake up, wake up!"

On the other side, Annan heard Salvatore's call.

The moment he regained consciousness, a large number of words appeared in front of Annan’s eyes:

[You have completed a ritual, your will attribute +1]

[When you look at the most holy thing, the corrosion rate has returned to zero]

【You have obtained a new mark "Higher Influence: Remains of the Wheel of the Sky"]

[If it is not removed in time, it will fall into a random nightmare with the keyword "Glory" (difficulty: distortion) after seven days. 】

"Don Juan? Are you awake?"

As if he noticed Annan's eyelids shaking, Salvatore's voice was a little surprised: "Don Juan?"

"...Hmm."

Annan opened his eyes and found himself lying on the bed, wrapped in two layers of quilts.

For some reason, he felt that many warm glass bottles were stuffed into his quilt.

...Is this a hot water bottle?

Weird thoughts flashed through Annan's mind.

Salvatore breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and took a few gulps of water, complaining: "I originally wanted to leave you some private space, but I didn't expect you to fall asleep in front of the mirror? You Did you use the mirror to see something? How could you still faint?

"Do you know how cold it is in that place? This cold-proof suit itself doesn't fit you~IndoMTL.com~ Lying on the ground can't protect you from the cold. The most terrible thing is that you are lying on the ground with a peaceful face. I'll go in and take a look. I was shocked when I got to you——"

"Senior," Annan suddenly asked, "how long have I been unconscious?"

"More than an hour - don't interrupt! I never expected that the panacea I prepared would be used in such a place..."

The more Salvatore talked, the more he felt a stomachache: "What on earth did you see? How could you still faint? This mirror can hurt people? Here, drink some hot water... How are you now? ?"

"No, it's not the mirror's problem. I fainted for other reasons."

Annan shook his head, took the hot water cup, and took a sip.

What he said is not a lie.

It is indeed not the problem with the mirror that caused him to faint... If nothing else, it might be the problem with the Book of Heavenly Cars.

And...

"If you say, how am I now..."

Annan's expression was a little strange: "My feeling is that I am in very good condition now. I think it is the effect of the panacea."

He felt that his head was exceptionally clear, his body was strong, and he was very comfortable. He has never felt so comfortable since he came to this world...To describe it, it's like a person finally takes a shower and puts on warm and dry clothes after walking in the rain for a long time.

But even Annan himself doesn’t know that this is the effect of the panacea...

I still see it in the mirror, another role of "Annan".