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The narrow arch of the foot was stretched into a fragile arc under the black silk fabric, and the lace of the garter stockings kept sliding against the inner thighs as the muscles trembled.

The tiptoes of her raised toes curled up and turned white in the stockings, and through the fabric one could see the nutmeg-like toes stained with a faint red from excessive exertion. Every slight adjustment seemed very difficult.

Because the gun was pressing against her lower back, Miss Angel was forced to lean forward.

The calf bulged and trembled under the thin black stockings, and the stocking straps were pulled by the muscle spasms.

Arturo had to bend his knees secretly under the door frame to give his stretched feet a moment's relief. His sweat-soaked stockings stuck sticky to the soles of his feet.

Chen Xiu naturally noticed Arturo's abnormality.

Seeing her body trembling uncontrollably, and the way she was lying by the door talking to someone...

If you don’t know, you might think this guy is playing with some toy, but in fact, he just has a leg cramp and can hardly stand.

Chen Xiu bent his knees and pushed his legs forward, then gently pulled Arturo's arm and made her half-sit on his legs.

Miss Angel, who had been suffering for a long time, glanced at him sideways and twisted her butt to adjust her posture.

After thinking about it, she simply put down her tiptoed foot and stepped on his instep.

She curled her toes upwards and stretched them in her stockings to loosen up her stiff joints.

Well, this is much more comfortable!

Outside the door, Gianluca finally finished explaining the general situation.

"If you find any clues related to the Fallen Angels in the city, please contact us immediately."

Arturo couldn't help but chuckle in his heart as he looked at Gianluca's sincere request.

I really want to know what his expression would be like if he knew that the target he was looking for was behind the door.

"Mr. Gianluca, I will help keep an eye on it, but I'm leaving tomorrow and may not be able to provide you with much help on this matter."

"It's okay, I understand."

Gianluca clasped his hands together and said his usual prayer.

"On a normal day, may the law be with you and me! Good night, Miss Arturo."

"Good night, Mr. Gianluca," Arturo replied. "May the law protect you forever."

After closing the door, the angel girl still clung to it.

I didn't breathe a sigh of relief until I heard the footsteps outside fade away.

In view of her good cooperation, Chen Xiu released her controlled arm.

Arturo swung his arms, made the gesture of holding a violin and drawing the bow, and made a few movements in the air.

Mastema lowered his guard and put the two staffs back into his backpack. Unexpectedly, he was able to handle it.

"Let's continue what we didn't finish just now." Chen Xiu reminded: "Go to the bathroom and do it. You can also take a shower."

"I thought you would change your mind and let me go because I was so well-behaved just now."

Arturo sighed and casually lifted his hair. It seemed that he had to take off his clothes today.

Fortunately, this bastard Sarkaz still has some bottom line and conscience, and did not ask to shoot it himself.

"Come on, Miss Fallen Angel."

Arturo took the initiative to invite Mostima.

"I hope you can take a better picture of me, that would be a little comfort."

"Don't worry about that," Mastema assured with a smile, "I used to take photos for my friends all the time."

Then, the two Sakota girls walked into the bathroom together and closed the blurry glass door.

Chen Xiu casually sat down on the sofa and soon heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom.

After a while, even Mostima's bewildered voice could be heard.

"Miss Arturo, your posture is too bold! Change it, change it..."

"Is it too bold? I just imitated the dancers at those noble banquets and casually struck a pose."

"These things will be deleted in the end anyway, so there's no need to pursue artistic quality in the filming."

"No, that won't do. This is my first time taking this kind of photo. It's a rare experience."

Oh, what a thought-provoking conversation.

Why did Arturo even seem to be enjoying it?

On the contrary, Mostima, who was always calm, was a little unable to hold back, as if he was being teased by the other party.

All I can say is that Arturo is indeed a dangerous person, in every aspect.

Perhaps she had already seen through what kind of people she and Mastema were.

Therefore, they are still unscrupulous in this situation.

Let her be rampant for a while now, she will cry later.

Chen Xiu glanced at the time and saw that there was less than half an hour left before the new day arrived.

The bathroom door opened to the outside, and in the mist, Arturo and Mostima walked out in white bathrobes.

It had been a while since Mostima had had a proper bath, and she felt refreshed after cleaning herself.

Arturo's long, wet black hair fell on her shoulders, giving her a Yamato Nadeshiko vibe from the East.

As she took steps, her white calves were faintly visible under the loose bathrobe.

Glancing at Chen Xiu, who was resting with his eyes closed, Arturo felt that he had finally waited for his chance.

"Ms. Fallen Angel, I need to blow-dry my hair. The thing is in the violin case. Can you help me get it?"

Mostima had no doubts and even felt that Arturo was too cooperative with him and others.

"Okay, do you remember which floor it is? Otherwise, I'll have to look it up."

"It's okay, there's nothing shameful in there."

Arturo watched Mostima's back as she walked towards the violin case, moving silently towards the wall.

Leitania loves music so much that many of the ornaments and decorations in the room are real musical instruments, not imitations that are only good-looking but useless.

Especially the things from the homes of the great nobles, all of which have built-in spell circuits and can be used as magic wands.

Arturo is not limited to using his own piano to use Originium techniques; any instrument can be used.

Coming to the hanging triangle, the angel girl slightly bent her fingertips and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

He glanced at Chen Xiu who was unaware of this not far away, and tapped the triangle with his fingers.

Hey~

The crisp sound echoed in the house and reached everyone's ears in an instant.

Arturo completely unleashed her Originium skills. She wanted to see what emotions were buried deep in Chen Xiu's heart, and she also wanted to see what his suppressed true self looked like.

Mr. Cyclops, this is my little revenge on you~

However, Arturo didn't notice...

When his fingertips fell, the hour hand and the minute hand happened to coincide completely.

The next moment, the expectant angel girl glimpsed countless images, but was surprised to find that the people in them were all herself!

The self in the picture went to one place after another and performed one performance after another.

Her footprints are everywhere on the land of Terra.

She will play on the coast of Iberia to creatures she has never seen before.

Listen to the emotions that are so neat and grand, yet driven only by desire and instinct, not like emotions.

She will take in a white-haired Caprini boy named Clyde as her student in Leitania and teach him to play the cello.

But a few years later, he will witness his doomed tragic death and bid farewell to the brother he just met.

She will observe a group of desperate survivors in a monastery, witnessing death and chaos.

The accumulated guilt, the inconsolable sorrow, the resolute sacrifice...

Finally, she arrived at an extremely magnificent palace.

I met the strong man I have been pursuing!

The old Witch King sat high on the throne, looking down at those who came to see him.

He listened calmly to all his stories, agreeing with some but also questioning some.

"Sakota, if emotions had form, you would be the most fulfilled individual I have ever seen. But why are you so empty?"

"You see yourself as a 'mirror,' reflecting the joys and sorrows of others. No, you are not such a pure object; you have turned yourself into a container. Your feelings are drowned out by the feelings of others, and you feel the same, yet you know nothing about them."

"You entangle yourself in the process of untying the bonds of others... You are incredibly close to chaos."

Arturo looked up at the Witch King, unable to refute his questions.

Finally, the Witch King passed the final judgment on her.

“The future you describe is indeed valuable, but you are the one furthest away from the answer.”

An extremely heavy blow instantly penetrated Arturo's heart, and her long-cherished pursuit was shattered at this moment.

What the hell is going on? Is this a dream? Or an illusion? When exactly did I get infected?

A disdainful sneer was heard, and the handsome face of the Cyclops youth appeared on the screen.

A sound as loud as a bell swept over her, almost crushing her.

"If you can see the future, why not worship?"

Chapter 94: The Witch King is great, no need to say more!!! (5K)

future?

Just now, that was my future!?

Arturo was in disbelief, but didn't know where to start questioning it.

Thinking carefully about everything she had just seen, she couldn't find any problems at all. She was indeed capable of doing those things.

More importantly, what I have always pursued...

She had never told anyone about this, nor had she ever sought understanding or approval from others.

She did want to seek an answer from the Witch King, but the king who once made all of Leithania tremble had died more than twenty years ago.

She also heard a lot about the Witch-King from her teacher, a musician who once played under the Witch-King's tower, and gained an understanding of this king who has received mixed reviews to this day.

The Witch King Herhomzoren was the greatest sorcerer and the most terrifying musician in the history of Leithania. He ruled Leithania for one hundred and eight years, and his achievements during his reign were countless.

He was once so wise that all the electors willingly bowed their heads to his orders, and he was also once so tyrannical that all the nobles of Leithania trembled in fear and prostrated themselves on the ground.

He once single-handedly dismantled the Golden Rule and expelled the voiceless Syracuse. When Gaul invaded, he single-handedly cast a spell to destroy the enemy's proud imperial vanguard.

Such a great and powerful figure, rarely seen in history, could never be perfectly reproduced by a mere dream or illusion.

Arturo recalled the feeling when he had just met the Witch King. He just sat there quietly and exuded endless majesty, which made people feel fear involuntarily.

And those words that hit the nail on the head, dissecting me with precision like a scalpel.

The feeling of drowning was like a rushing stream, washing over every corner of his consciousness and completely engulfing Arturo.

So, what exactly is emotion?

It turns out that I have never truly understood emotions, I just feel them...

In a trance, Arturo felt like he was back in his childhood, when he first accidentally activated the Originium technique.

It turned out that she had always thought that her mother was the first person affected by the spell.