Twilight Speaker

Chapter 28: Silly Girl and the Boy with Different Eyes

The mirror's voice was a little weak:
"The tip of the spear was very high. Fortunately, only a broken corner remained. Otherwise, I would not be able to take out its mirror image."

Chen Xiang patted the mirror:
"Thanks a lot."

As he said this, he picked up a spear tip and stood in front of the full-length mirror in the secret room. He could see that his hand in the mirror was empty, without the spear tip.
"Mirror."

Chen Xiang asked softly:

"You said, can the gods find the difference between the objects in the mirror and the real objects?"

The mirror said weakly:
"As long as you don't put objects in front of the mirror, God won't be able to detect them. Because the world in the mirror is also real, and the objects in the mirror are not illusory."

"people."

Chen Xiang stared into the mirror:

"Can the person in the mirror also walk out of the mirror?"

The mirror stopped talking.

for a long time,

It shook its head slightly:
"Reply to your question, yes"

Chen Xiang said nothing more. He put the mirrored version of the spear tip, the Dusk Order and the visualization diagram into the urn, and then put the urn into the wooden box.

After closing the box,
Chen Xiang looked sideways and asked:

"Mirror, do you have the ability to hide yourself?"

The mirror shook its head:

"To answer your question, I don't know either. After I went crazy, I really forgot a lot."

Hearing this, Chen Xiang said with some regret:

"In that case, I can only throw you into my dream as well, so that the [First Generation] won't find anything unusual when he comes to take the visualization map."

"Wait a minute!"

The mirror's voice rose an octave, and it said seriously:
"In reply to your question, I seem to remember that I do have the ability to hide myself. I can escape into the mirror world."

"You remembered it again?"

Chen Xiang laughed angrily. The mirror bent its body, as if nodding seriously. Then, in Chen Xiang's surprised gaze,

It started from the edge of the mirror frame, curling up little by little, and the edge of the mirror frame drilled into the crack in the mirror, and then with a "whoosh" sound, the entire mirror sank into the crack on the mirror surface. In the end, only a crack was left, hanging in the air.
It's like a scar engraved in space.

This strange sense of contradiction made Chen Xiang feel a little uncomfortable. He stared at the crack floating in the void:

"you."

He couldn't think of an adjective.

"I'm awesome!"

The mirror is smug and complacent:
"As expected of you, the Invincible Mirror King. Look again!"

While talking,
The suspended crack became the size of a palm and stuck to Chen Xiang's wrist, like a strange tattoo.

"That's indeed much better. Can you stuff something in this crack?"

"In reply to your question, it should be possible!"

Chen Xiang seemed to be thinking about something. He moved the tattoo-like crack on his wrist closer to the real spear tip, the visualization diagram, and the dusk order.

In the blink of an eye, the three dusk relics were all "sucked" into the gap. Chen Xiang then did the same thing and sucked the monocle and the cane in. Only then was he satisfied:

“This is much more convenient.”

"That's it!" the mirror said complacently.

Chen Xiang smiled and patted the crack on his wrist:
“Alright, don’t say anything even if you have nothing to say. If the First Generation notices this, we’ll be in trouble. Don’t speak unless I call you.”

"As you wish." Then, there was no movement in the crack.

Chen Xiang marveled at it for a moment, then calmed down. He looked inward with his vast mind into his own spiritual world, trying to make contact with the [Blessing] that was emitting the bright light.

According to the first generation and the prophet, blessing can communicate with subordinate apostles
After touching the blessed moment,
Chen Xiang could feel his 'sight' suddenly raised, almost as if he was looking down from a God's perspective, and there was a blurry figure kneeling down.

………………

"The fight between the Pope and His Majesty the King is getting more intense. Your Excellency, which side are we on?"

The dignified middle-aged man said calmly:

"I don't take sides, I don't participate, and I don't ask questions."

"But." The butler smiled bitterly, "We are the third largest family in the empire. It is impossible for us not to participate at all, and..."

"okay."

The middle-aged man waved his hand impatiently:
"Let's not talk too much for now. I need to rest. You can go out now."

The housekeeper had no choice but to bow and respectfully leave the bedroom.

The middle-aged man shook his head, sighed, and slowly fell asleep while hugging the charming maid.
Suddenly.

His will was forcibly dragged into the spiritual world. He looked up in confusion, only to see a majestic shadow lying across the spiritual world, occupying his entire field of vision! !
"Mr. Councillor!"

The middle-aged man was crawling on the ground.

The huge phantom stared at the tiny soul quietly, its voice as loud as a bell, solemn and dignified.

"Since you called me a councillor, you should know what happened at dusk, right?" The middle-aged man seemed to be in grief and whispered:
"To answer your question, Senator, I already know it."

The huge shadow was silent for a moment, then said calmly:

"My name is [Mentor], your name."

He stared in fear at the huge shadow that occupied his entire spiritual world and lowered his head:
"The old apostle, Meng Tu."

The huge shadow nodded slightly:

"I'm new to the parliament, so I may not know as much as you do. I will remember your name."

Meng Tu bowed respectfully, and in his perception, the huge shadow that stretched across the sky above his spiritual world seemed to be dispersing.

After hesitating for a moment, he said respectfully:

"Teacher, there is something that requires your review and approval."

"speak."

"There is a person in the Great City who is suspected to be the favored one of the Lord of the Abyss. He was invited by another messenger to become the new messenger of the Old Ones. Your help is needed."

"That's right."

As soon as he finished speaking, in front of Meng Tu's astonished eyes, the huge shadow slowly dissipated, and the extreme feeling of oppression also disappeared completely.

Reality, he suddenly opened his eyes and wiped the sweat off his face:

"tutor."

The maidservant beside him woke up in a daze and approached him charmingly:

"My Lord Duke, what's wrong?"

"nothing."

………………

“I really am criticizing myself.”

Chen Xiang regained his concentration, shook his head, and sat down cross-legged, quietly visualizing the Twilight Titan, or the Lord of Twilight, absorbing the true god factors from the void.
He tried to refine his control ability and tried to use the True God Factor to carefully permeate his internal organs.
Although the progress is slow, Chen Xiang's control over the True God Factor is improving bit by bit. Judging from this progress, in a few days, he may be able to truly temper his internal organs.

Once the barrier of the internal organs is broken, you will become a martial artist.

………………

early morning.

"Eight Rings News!"

While brushing his teeth, Chen Xiang listened to the ups and downs of the red-haired host's voice on the TV in the living room.

"There is no top news this morning. The riots in Jiuhuan are still going on. Hey, that group of unruly people have completely burned the Administrative Department to ashes. There is a rumor that the higher-ups are planning to abolish all government agencies in Jiuhuan!"

"In short, Jiuhuan will lose the Executive Office, the Police Station, and the Fire Station. Jiuhuan will soon become a [Planning Area], a place of crime without rules!"

Chen Xiang frowned, spit out the foam in his mouth, and thought:
"Strange thing, are you just going to give up the Nine Rings?"

If it was in the past, it would be fine, but Chen Xiang now knows that the extraordinary really exists, and is even terrifyingly powerful.
If the Nine Rings were just an ordinary riot, one extraordinary person would be enough to suppress it, but now the higher-ups are planning to give up on the Nine Rings.
This riot is a big problem.

Walking out of the bathroom, the red-haired host on TV was making exaggerated body movements:
"Good morning, and welcome to the Great City!"

Chen Xiang didn't turn off the TV. He jumped out of the window and walked towards the Colossus Academy.

This morning was uneventful. Lecturer Lin still hadn't come back. From what people in the office were saying, he seemed to be in the Secret Investigation Department. It looked like he was in trouble.

Chen Xiang also audited the morning classes of [Art of Protection and Exorcism] and [Philosophy and Application of the Four Elements].

The courses are all theoretical, and since I'm a freshman, there are very few practical materials.

I had just finished lunch in the teachers' cafeteria and saw Wei Qingqiu when my cell phone vibrated slightly.

"Hello, second brother?"

"Little brother, your elder sister and I will go to check out the new home. I'll send you the address later. If you are free this afternoon, why don't you go to the orphanage and pick up the child named Lu Sarah?"

"Okay, I have nothing to do this afternoon, I'll go in a bit."

After a brief exchange of greetings, Chen Xiang hung up the phone, and the silver-haired girl smiled and said:
"Shall I take you there?"

"Grateful."

The sky blue sports car started speeding on the road. Wei Qingqiu took the steering wheel and said with a smile:

"The Apostle sent me a message saying that the Speaker has approved your proposal to become an Old One's Messenger. We will be colleagues from now on!"

Chen Xiang smiled and said nothing, while Wei Qingqiu continued:

"I'll come see you in the evening after you finish moving. I have a lot of things to give you. Sorry for the trouble."

The two chatted idly and soon arrived at the orphanage on the navigation.

"Is this an orphanage?"

Chen Xiang looked at the huge and luxurious building in front of him in surprise, a little dumbfounded, but soon his attention was attracted by a familiar figure.

In the wide garden next to the orphanage, a little girl about ten years old was running her nose. She used a small hammer to hit the legs of a boy sitting in a wheelchair, and said naively:
"Do you feel it? I heard from the adults that once you can feel your legs, you'll be well again!"

The young man with golden and silver eyes smiled gently and said nothing. Chen Xiang, who was not far away, was stunned:
"Silly girl?"

He stared at the shackles on Sha Ya's feet, his expression slightly gloomy.

(End of this chapter)