Trafford’s Trading Club

A lot, a lot of Arman Lana... What are many concepts?

It's like a box of real people and other puppets, damaged puppets, suddenly feeling like falling out of a container... dead bones, broken limbs, rolling heads, rotting bodies, dry bodies... and seemingly dead for not long.

God knows how long these people have been dead?

A dead bone or something, naturally you can't see what it really looks like, but in this pile of... corpse bones, it's enough to see dozens of [Arman Lana] like heads to make people think of everything here as Arman Lana.

How many are there?

Seeing this scene shocked Mr. Otto's heart... few things surprised him too much - this metal room that was destroyed by the god of lights seems to be one of them.

“Your Highness... Your Highness? This…” The little maid is completely disoriented and feels a creepy feeling.

The lamp god stopped at this moment, his eyebrows wrinkled lightly... I don't know if it's an illusory relationship, it always felt like something was passing by me in the moment, and it brought a familiarity that seemed rather than familiar, but it just couldn't remember.

Like, something came close to this pile of bodies before.

All the bodies exposed attracted her gaze… The mysterious girl suddenly became indifferent, lowered her head slightly, and her hair blocked her gaze - but a more dangerous feeling emerged from her than just for example.

The lamp god could feel it and suddenly his whole body was tightened.

Nobody pays attention to Ibn as a human being - his presence, perhaps the weakest of all - not because he can't see Ibn's existence, but because Ibn is so ordinary, so ordinary, so non-threatening, that no one cares.

Because no one cares about this mortal, Ibn's next move, not even to the attention of the crowd - their eyes still stare dead at the bodies of the exposed [Arman Lana].

Too familiar... too familiar.

Ibn's silent thought that the kind of gaze that was ignored was too familiar.

He's just an ordinary man, just someone who can't dictate anything, just a guy who won't be valued - a look that Ibn was used to a long time ago.

Sensitive because of habit, so sensitive, like superhuman intuition… Ibn reaches out and fishes directly out of the coffin.

Because nobody noticed him, nobody knew exactly what he was getting out of the coffin… or what he was getting out of the body of the goddess in the coffin.

Perhaps the mysterious girl will know… when she carefully examines the corpse of the goddess in the coffin.

“No wonder you didn't have to kill the princess to tell who was real, and now it looks like they're all real.” The Lamp God exhaled gently at this moment.

It's not really reckless, it's just that it's often lazy to move the brain - magic can help it save a lot of things that take a lot of thinking, gradually becoming unhappy, but it doesn't mean it won't think.

Before becoming a god of lights, it was also a prince of a nation and a pride of a kingdom, unlike Her Royal Highness Princess Armanlana in the hearts of the people of the City of the Sun.

The mysterious teenage girl did not speak, did not raise her head, but the danger to the lamp god grew more intense.

The lamp god cautioned and said slowly: "I don't know what you call creating [containers], I've never heard of them. But now, if it's a sand body, there's no way to be a container, right? These are the containers that died before? How many times have you tried it? ”

Definitely more than once.

Otto always thought that this was the final, final, last choice that had to be made, failure or not, looking at luck, looking at fate. This is clearly not the case now.

Such a result… may have been performed many times.

Many [Arman Lana] eventually came here, eventually walked into [the door], and then failed, so the mysterious girl would say that the [door] on the right was just a possibility.

“Count it, you'll see, stupid.” The mysterious girl suddenly raised her head and smiled.

The lamp turned around and looked at the remains… of course not counting them carefully, this was a deceptive move to relax the girl.

The moment I looked back, the god of lights went into distress again, but the mysterious girl seemed to have predicted... the girl easily escaped.

Easy, no longer look like the wolf before... easy.

“You?” The lamp god couldn't help but feel like something suddenly went wrong.

The girl laughed hip-hop: “People used to be the goddess of justice... representing the goddess of justice, of course they will fight evil. Fight and fight, and their hands will naturally become better than normal. ”

The answer to the lamp god is -- believe in ghosts.

It feels that the power of this mysterious girl has suddenly risen - not that horrible aura, but that it has risen… just now.

The mysterious teenage girl smiled slightly: "It seems that after so many experiments, there has finally been a successful appearance. ”

Say it, the mysterious girl looks towards the position where the two [doors] are located... only to see, in the light shadow of the door on the right, a figure gradually emerges.

Breathe, stop for a second.

To the right [door] is Amanrana, while Her Royal Highness is thrown by Amanrana into the left [door]... Time passes little by little, when Amanrana appears in front of the crowd, somehow Otto suddenly has a feeling of dust settled.

But that feeling quickly disappeared and replaced it with a deep suspicion - a very suspicious man.

Arman Lana came out of the [door] on the right and even had a dark red marking on her forehead at this time - she didn't have it before she went in, which could be the marking of the [container].

Perhaps.

At least in that pair of corpses, there is no such mark above the faces that can clearly see their faces... are the marks of feathers, the feathers of ostriches... a pair of open feathers, like wings.

Ostrich feathers, commonly thought to be the mark of Matt the Goddess of Justice and Truth, in ancient Egyptian mythology, [Matt] feathers were weighed on the scale to weigh the heart of the dead.

“Success!” The mysterious girl made a pleasant sound at this moment, and the smile was brilliant, "so many years of waiting! ”

The lamp suddenly felt a little bad... the kind of immense danger it had felt before entering the oasis came again. Only this time it had the desire to make a promise to the little maid, and under the force of the divine lamp, it could no longer speak of a quick exit or anything like that.

“Your Highness! Your Highness!” Arlene saw Arman Lana come out at this time, and she couldn't help but walk forward... I don't know which one is true or why there are so many corpses of His Highness, but this one comes out alive in front of me... just His Highness!

“Your Highness, you're all right! Great!” The little maid rushed into front of Arman Lana and was about to reach for her, "scared the hell out of me! ”

“Careful!” At this moment, the god of lights suddenly shook himself and, at the same time, became a red cyclone, rolling it up.

Arlene did not react at once, but felt a huge force pushing herself away... her golden armor from the light god seemed to fail to resist, her brain blank as she flew backwards until something held her behind her back.

It's the god of lights!

Safely landed, the maid looked pale and frightened, “Your Highness? I'm Arlene... Your Highness? ”

Yamanlana can obviously hear, looking at the little maid… this is the sight that Arlene had never seen in her sight since she was a little girl, and the stranger had to scare her.

At this moment, Arman Lana slowly reached out and grabbed some in vain towards the lamp god... the lamp god was imprisoned directly for a moment, while being directly depressed by a huge invisible force.

The lamp god can't help but be shocked... it's divine power! With the divine power of mighty divinity! In contrast, the divinity of the mysterious girl was like the light of fire!

The lamp is terrified in its heart and implicitly feels the fear of death... intuition tells it that even it will die - outside the lamp!

Being a [container] of Arman Lana is already a special individual beyond its ability to understand!

“Your Highness! Your Highness, what's wrong with you? Your Highness!”

The mysterious girl walked past Arlene at this moment, laughing: “No more shouting, now she is no longer the Princess Arman Lana you know... her soul is complete and perfectly accommodates [it] 's soul. ”

It !

Mr. Otto takes a deep breath, he knows this [it], Shegatu has told him that this is the remnant of the [balance of good and evil], because it is broken and needs to be repaired at will... [container] can not repair [it]!

“Is it... the goddess of justice?” Mr. Otto frowned, "No, the Goddess of Justice is sealed in a sarcophagus... according to you, the Goddess of Justice is a trick for her sister, the Goddess of Truth, and I don't believe the Goddess of Truth will leave her soul. You... you are a composite of the Goddess of Justice, you inherited some of the Goddess of Justice's memories... [It] Who is it? ”

“Guess.” The mysterious young girl smiled at this moment and her body disappeared cold. By the time she reappeared, she had appeared behind Mr. Otto and poked her head out from behind him, "Tip: Only the Goddess of Justice will know about the Goddess of Justice? ”

Mr. Otto's unconscious counterhand is a knife, but the mysterious girl becomes lighter than the dust, the black knife swings, and the flowing air has pushed her away… or she floats away herself.

The mysterious girl's body disappeared again… when she reappeared, she had come to Amanrana, reaching out from behind her back, gently holding Amanrana, reaching out and touching her cheek.

“Will only the Goddess of Justice know about the Goddess of Justice...” Mr. Otto took a deep breath and frowned: “Are you... the Goddess of Truth? In the coffin is the body of the goddess of truth? ”

The mysterious girl shook her head and then smiled carefully: "Wrong answer, as punishment... just take one of your eyes off. ”

When he saw the mysterious young girl's finger slightly hooked, Mr. Otto suddenly groaned... Little waitress Arlene looked at him hastily, only to see Mr. Otto reach over his right eye at this time unknown.

His face, his heart!

At the same time, the mysterious young lady has an extra eyeball in the palm of her hand… without any hesitation or lingering pinch.

“What a guy who's seen a big wind wave, can't believe he's not changing color.” The Mysterious Girl is amazing: “I've read about your split-sided interrogation by Shekatu, and you are better suited to be a king than Pharaoh... in the new world, you will become a king. ”

But Mr. Otto was just muttering to himself at the moment: “Not the goddess of truth, not the goddess of justice, who is it...”

He seemed to have obviously no regard for the loss of his right eye in the dead end of some kind of thinking, even with the bloodshed.

“It is the will of the scales…” a sighing voice echoed.

That was Shegatu's voice - Shegatu's voice after the deification of the Jackal... he slowly climbed up and looked weak as if he would fall again at any moment.

But such a weak one, it always stood up.

“Libra?” Mr. Otto looked abruptly.

At this time, Shegatu just looked at Arman Lana on the steps and the mysterious girl, “The will of the scale... a long time ago, the scale belonged to [Matt, the Goddess of Justice and Truth]. In the beginning, when justice and the Goddess of Truth were still separated, they held together… the balance would naturally know about the two Goddesses. ”

“Scale... Scale... Scale!” Mr. Otto suddenly seems to have figured something out, "turns out! I see... I see what you want! ”

“Huh?” The mysterious young girl... the scales will look at this eternal king with interest, seemingly wanting to know what he understands.

Mr. Otto put down his hand covering the wound to his right eye… his right eye did disappear, but the wound to his right eye stopped bleeding.

Mr. Otto's face is particularly pale at this time, "What you want is freedom… is control of yourself! Arman Lana is both a container and a [container] that perfectly accommodates the Goddess's soul, as well as your… tool! ”

The will of the scale suddenly squeezed its eyes, curious: “You're right... how did you guess? ”

Mr. Otto glanced at the lamp god not far away and then said softly: "Because a long time ago, I knew a fool who wanted to gain the power of the artifact but was trapped by the artifact... ”

“Otto!! Who are you calling an idiot?” Only the lamp god roared angrily at this moment, his hair dancing, his face once again groaning.

Arlene opened her mouth and suddenly felt Lord Lantern was not handsome again...

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The deepest part of the room filled with skeletons, a body that had dried up more than half, quietly leaned against the deepest wall and appeared in a seated position.

On top of the body, many white bones are also pressed.

“You're the only one left...”

Boss Lo's voice.