After I traveled through the book, I gained a humanoid pendant

Divination through a medium requires talent, and Lucian doesn't have the skills of a witch, so he's not someone who can predict the future.

He could only rely on running around and asking around to find Karensol.

At a trade fair, a wounded veteran discovered their former legion commander who had disappeared for many years. This is how Lucien learned about the angel's whereabouts.

Karen Sol went to the enemy country after leaving the army.

It was difficult for the people there to survive, especially the soldiers and laborers at the lower level. When Karensor went there, he happened to hear about their god - a different name, a different church, but the same human believers.

Karensor was determined to find out what kind of god those people served.

Lucian?

Karen Sol thought love was fun, but enough was enough, he'd received plenty of it.

Give everything to the other person and look forward to their response.

This is what people do to angels, and so is Lucian's love.

Karensor thought it would be different, but it all seemed the same. He had saved Lucien once, so it should be considered even, so he left without much regret.

Karen Sol thought Lucien would be content.

He spent some time learning about this new god. There were no statues of the new god, and no one needed to spend all their money to worship him. No one would come to the new god's church to confess or atone for their sins. People who came here were like going to a school, helping each other and teaching each other what they knew.

At this time, a priest dressed in strange clothes and standing upright would come here and lead everyone in singing praises. They would chant about the mountains and rivers, praise the sun, moon and stars, commemorate the dead, and imagine their future lives. But no one praised God.

Karensor had a hard time breaking into the ranks of these believers in the new god.

He wanted to teach everyone how to turn stones into gold, and everyone laughed, and the priest smiled and shook his head. He wanted to teach everyone how to purify the witch spirits attached to food, but the child ate it in one bite and used it as candy for display.

The foul air above was chewed away in the child's mouth. He tried to pry the child's mouth open in surprise, but there were only ordinary teeth in his mouth, not real gold or iron.

Karensor began to learn everyone's skills. He stopped planting flowers and started plowing the land, working in the fields, spinning cloth, and roasting food with fire.

When Lucien found Karensol for the second time, he was selling fruit wine at the market - he brewed it himself, using new grapes this year. It tasted great and you could smell the aroma as soon as you opened the lid.

Lucian almost didn't recognize him.

Karensor's golden hair had turned brown from working all day, and her skin, which was as white as glass, had turned into a solid wheat color. Lucian grabbed Karensor's hand, and there were hard calluses around her fingertips and palms.

Lucian would not give Karensor another chance to leave.

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"Everyone, take your positions!" Fan Mei's voice echoed throughout the set.

"Three, two, one!"

"Start shooting!"

The dim metal candlesticks lit up with a trembling light. A man was writing a letter in front of a huge mahogany table. His back looked very broad, blocking most of the light that should have shone on the bed.

The blond man on the soft bed gradually woke up. He did not sleep well. The pillow was too soft, making his cervical spine feel uncomfortable.

"you're awake."

Lucien turned around and saw the letter in his hand had been sealed with wax. Instead of being taken out of the room by the man, he grabbed one corner of it and placed it on the candlestick to burn.

White smoke rose up and the flames burned his hand, but the hand remained indifferent.

Lucien used magic to send a letter to the witch, telling her that he had found the person he was looking for and that she didn't need his help to find out anymore. He also said goodbye and hoped that the witch would never contact him again.

The witch who was busy casting a spell on the king on the other end received the letter, rolled her eyes and threw it aside.

Karensor half straightened up from under the quilt, patted the pillow, and looked at the increasingly silent curly-haired man:

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Lucien's hands were clenched into fists behind his back, and his expression was stern, without a trace of emotion.

"Are you thirsty? Have something to drink first."

Karensol finally patted the pillow into a satisfactory shape, lifted the quilt, and snuggled back in, not taking the cup of hot chamomile water from the man.

"I will stay here for one night. Tomorrow I will go back to look after my vineyard."

Karen Sol's long golden hair had been cut off long ago and now lay curled up in the quilt, like a furry bear on its head.

Lucien was silent for a moment, as if he had stopped breathing. Karensor looked at him with one eye, and then Lucien leaned over to Karensor's side.

"Don't go back, stay with me."

Karen Sol smiled and said, "No need."

Lucien didn't say anything else. The two looked at each other for a long time, and then the man turned and walked out.

Karensol didn't understand what was going on, so he had another good sleep before getting up, drank the hot drink on the table, patted his butt, and was about to turn the doorknob.

Then he found he couldn't get out.

The door wouldn't open, the windows were tightly shut, and the wall couldn't get out. Karensor realized belatedly that his magic power was fading faster than he had imagined.

Karensor had no intention of running away again. He returned to his bed and thought about his life as an angel.

Lucien would come regularly to deliver three meals a day.

Karensor didn't want to eat the rich, fragrant meals he cooked himself at first, but later, when his stomach ached with hunger, he had no choice but to eat.

Every time Lucien asked Karensor if he wanted to stay before going to bed at night, he would shake his head.

Karensol pondered for a long time. The warm but small bedroom was not enough to accommodate his thoughts, nor could it contain Lucien's love.

Faced with the increasingly silent Karensor, Lucien locked him up for ten days, then tied him and his own waist tightly with a chain imbued with black magic, and walked out the door holding the young man's hand.

Karensor looked out at the blazing sun, and suddenly couldn't recall the appearance of the god he once served. He glanced at Lucien's face, narrowed his eyes, and then, like a flower withering in an instant, he collapsed with a pale face.

Lucian only saw his angel like a pale vampire, horribly wounded in the sun.

Karensor fell down not because of the dazzling sun, but because he clearly wanted to take the opportunity to spread his wings and fly away when he came outside. He didn't want to waste his life, which was finally coming to an end, here with a human. But when he was about to spread his wings, an idea drilled into his mind.

——He no longer has those white wings that can be extended and retracted freely.

Karen Sol became an angel abandoned by God.