Chapter 190: Kafni Noah

On December 13th, the sky in Roseburg was overcast.

A convoy slowly arrived at the main entrance.

Although the convoy wasnt grand and the carriages decoration wasnt luxurious, none of the guards at the city gate dared to hinder its path.

Just because of the golden lion head embossed on the pure black carriage.

That was the symbol of Noahs royal family!

In the front carriage, there sat a middle-aged man with a serious and composed face.

He had black curly hair and dark red eyes. Also, he wore a pair of narrow-rim black square gla.s.ses.

The man opened the curtains and glanced outside.

Its about to snow, Kafni. He asked softly with concern, Are you cold?

The girl Kafni, who was in the same carriage with him, didnt respond.

Kafni ignored her fathers words and just painted intently.

She looked only fourteen years old. Her black curly hair had draped to her waist. She wore a beret on her head like a painter.

She only wore a black lace halter dress. Her barefoot was revealed from the hanging boots. She sat securely on the long and soft bench seat. As she put the drawing board on her knees, she concentrated on smearing her artwork.

Kafni? The middle-aged man received no response.

He reached out and grabbed Kafnis drawing board and pulled it away.

The man asked patiently again, Are you cold? Do you need more clothes?

Kafni just shook her head silently.

Unlike the man, despite her having red pupils, those eyes were like fine translucent gla.s.s.

Sometimes, the alluring and mystifying eyes would even make people doubt whether she had a normal vision.

In response to her silence, the man also seemed distressed. It was like the common response parents get when they ask their children or a couples banter on what to eat tonight and receive the answer whatever.

What do you mean when you shake your head? Is it cold, or you dont want the extra clothes? As the man said, he looked down at Kafnis painting.

Then, he was taken aback.

In Kafnis painting, it was a lifelike bird with a human face.

Its posture was weird and twisted; its wings seemed to be broken. Each feather had an eye. It opened its feet and ran on the fire, but its feathers showed no signs of being burnt.

The moment the man saw this bizarre painting, a well-disguised fear and disgust flashed in the mans eyes.

He quickly asked softly, What is this, Kafni?

Deity. She whispered, He wakes me up.

Her voice was so soft as if it was her muttering during a dream.

When the man heard this answer, he was shocked.

Dont say that! He threw away the painting as if in response to being jolted by an electric shock, stood up, and hurriedly reprimanded.

But, he didnt dare to teach Kafni a lesson.

Just staring at the clear and scarlet pupils would enshroud him in fear. A tingling sense of horror rose from behind. The man felt the skin peeling off his body without the slightest pain.

He tried his best to suppress the boiling fear in his heart, barely showed a gentle smile, adjusted his gla.s.ses, and said softly, Kafni, we have arrived.

This isnt far from the Freezing Water Port. Dont you want to see Amos Morrisons paintings? Tomorrow I will take you to the ruins of Morrisons gallery.

No need. Kafni shook her head lightly without clearly indicating what she meant.

As she said, she silently picked up the painting that was thrown aside and went back to her seat.

She applied black paint vigorously on the picture, almost blacking out the painting entirely.

Although he knew that he shouldnt talk to Kafni, who was painting, the man couldnt help but ask after seeing this strange behavior, Did you draw something wrong?

Yes, I made a mistake. Kafni spoke tenderly like a princess and somehow added more description, He should have four faces and four wings. I cant 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 took a serious look at the man, Four can represent time in ritual, papa.

I dont understand this. Im not a Transcended, and I dont understand what it means.

The man smiled bitterly and said, You dont need to explain it to me. Just draw as you please.

En

. Kafni also seemed to lose interest in explaining.

She hummed softly and lowered her head again.

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

I saw it again.

Every time the man looked at Kafni, he seemed to see boundless darkness and shadowy tentacles under her skirt.

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

Because that might also be the illusion that Kafnis black lace skirt gave him on the carriage since the skirt was constantly swaying gently.

Who knows?

The man rubbed his temples tiredly.

Its time to rest.

Wake up, wake up! On the other side, Annan heard Salvatores calling him.

At the moment when his consciousness returned, system texts appeared in front of Annan.

[You have completed a ritual. Will attribute +1.]

[You see a divine item with your own eye. Your erosion rate has returned to zero.]

[You have acquired the new mark Advanced Influence: Remnants of the Wheel of Divine Transporter.]

[If it isnt removed in time, you will fall into a random nightmare (Difficulty: Chaos) with the keyword brilliance after seven days.]

Don Juan? Are you awake?

It seemed that Annans eyelids were moving. Salvatores voice had a hint of pleasant surprise, Don Juan?

En

. Annan opened his eyes and found that he was lying on the bed, wrapped in two layers of quilt.

For some reason, he felt that his quilt was stuffed with many warm gla.s.s bottles.

Are these warm water bags?

Weird thoughts flashed through Annans mind.

Salvatore breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and drank a few sips of water, and complained, I wanted to leave you some private s.p.a.ce, but I didnt expect you to fall asleep in front of the mirror. Did you take the mirror to see something else? How did you faint?

Do you know how cold that place is? This winter suit itself doesnt fit you well, and lying on the ground cant protect you from the cold. The most terrible thing is that you have a peaceful face lying on the ground. When I saw you, it frightened me.

Annan asked suddenly, Senior, how long have I fainted?

More than an hour. Please dont interrupt me! I never expected that the elixir I crafted would be used in such a situation.

Salvatore felt bitter, What did you see? How could you still pa.s.s out? Can this mirror hurt people? Here, drink some hot water. How are you now?

No, its not a problem with the mirror. I fainted for other reasons. Annan shook his head, took the cup of hot water, and took a sip.

What Annan said wasnt a lie.

It was true that he fainted not because of a problem with the mirror. It might be a problem with the Book of Divine Transporter.

As for how I am feeling right now Annans expression was a little weird, I think Im in a great state. I think it should be because of the elixir.

Annan found his mind clear with strong vigor in his body. It felt comfortable. After he came into this world, he had never felt so relaxed. To describe it, it was like a person who was in the rain for a long time finally put on warm and dry clothes after taking a shower.

But even Annan didnt know if it was really because of the elixir.

Or perhaps it was because of seeing another Annan in the mirror.