Chapter 277 Bai Yaner

The white flowers, like the liquefied teeth of correction fluid, did not flow out of the baggage, nor did they stay inside quietly. Instead, as if heated by high temperature, they directly changed from liquid to steam, pulling out a curved white line. The smoke drifted towards the face of the tall stone statue.

As if the stone statue was inhaling, the white smoke floated into his unopened mouth, and there were no air holes or any other mechanism. The white smoke just disappeared out of thin air.

Soon, the white smoke formed a line, and it became wider.

Looking a few steps apart, it no longer looks like hemp rope or white thread, but more like the three-foot white silk used for hanging in ancient palaces.

"It's bad luck." I subconsciously fanned the wind in front of my mouth.

Looking at it again, the white smoke has changed again. This time, it feels like a small waterfall, but it's the reverse flow.

"Hey, that's interesting~" I thought to myself, and wanted to step forward and take a closer look.

However, before I finished this step, I realized that the white smoke that was as wide as an arm's length and was like a backward waterfall was gone!

When he lowered his head again, the baggage became empty, and all the sandworm teeth disappeared.

It was really a pity not to get closer and look at this scenery.

Before I could regret it for a few seconds, suddenly, a few wisps of white light appeared in one of the hands of the stone statue.

The white light flowed down slowly like trickling water, accurately landing on the head of Harold, who was looking solemn and solemn, and slowly sinking into it without any waste.

After a while, Harold trembled and his whole body glowed with white light, as if he was a light bulb of more than one or two hundred watts!

It was so painful that I couldn't open my eyes and had to cover my eyes with my hands.

After a few seconds, I felt the white light weaken in my peripheral vision, so I slowly put down my hand and looked at Harold with squinted eyes.

Sure enough, the white light at this time was like a sixty or seventy-watt fluorescent lamp. Although it was still a little uncomfortable, opening your eyes was no longer a problem.

In the words of some believers, Harold at this time was like being bathed in holy light, and his person was extremely solemn and holy, just like the descending Son of God, listening to God's teachings.

In fact, I think it’s not just me, if there are other people present, they will definitely treat it this way.

Harold was well-proportioned and well-proportioned. Although he could not be said to be handsome, his appearance was definitely upright and serious. His blond hair shone in the white light, and the precious armor on his body was even more illuminated by the white light. , looking unusually heroic.

Just like the heavenly soldiers descending to earth, the Holy Son descends.

Fortunately, I know some details about Harold, and I understand that he is not a heavenly soldier at all, let alone a true Son of God.

In fact, it doesn't matter if I don't know. I'm not a believer at all, and I don't have the habit of worshiping those miracles.

However, it would be wonderful if a member of the believer's staff happened to pass by at this time. Maybe he or she would shout out a miracle on the spot, then bow to the ground and worship, and in the end, maybe he or she would even Rhodes worshiped him as a holy son.

Harold was probably confused immediately and couldn't tell whether to laugh or cry.

I laughed obscenely in my heart, always feeling that I was the truest version of myself at this moment.

The effect lasted for about ten minutes and then slowly subsided. Harold, who knelt on his knees and prayed devoutly, returned to his original state.

I walked around and couldn't see any changes in Harold.

He slowly opened his eyes and ignored me, but looked straight at the base of the stone statue.

The base of the stone statue is also made of marble. It is square and has three sides that are cut straight up and down. Only the side facing the direction where Harold is kneeling is tilted.

I quietly took a few steps forward, stretched my neck and took a look.

Line after line of small characters slowly emerged on the sloping stone surface.

Densely packed, like floor tiles crawling with bugs, this is simply driving people with dense syndrome to death!

The small characters appeared very slowly, and Harold read even more slowly. It took him more than half an hour to finally read the small characters on a stone surface.

When he raised his head and took a long breath, I stole another glance at the stone surface.

There are only a hundred or so small characters on it, but it took me more than half an hour to read it. I really don’t know if there is a problem with his reading ability or if he did it intentionally.

He spread his hands and shook his head helplessly.

At this time, Harold stood up, turned to me, and said with a smile: "Okay, the task is over. Next, I may need your help."

"Tell me, what are you doing for me?" I said simply, "As long as I can help you."

"Don't worry, let's talk as we walk." Harold's voice was very cheerful. He seemed to be in a good mood. Is it because the task was completed?

maybe.

After walking out of the hall and turning the corner, the staff was waiting there. When they saw Harold coming out, they hurried forward and said, "Congratulations, Mr. Harold!"

Harold nodded slightly.

The staff member seemed a little disappointed when she saw Harold's indifferent expression, but soon she regained her professional smile and led Harold and me out of the corridor.

Passing by the information desk, I saw a foodie girl secretly eating potato chips. I grinned and said a hidden hello to her. She saw it and returned the greeting gesture to me. When I looked ahead, my eyes suddenly lit up. When I looked at me again, there was not only a normal friendly expression in my eyes, but also a little bit of jealousy and envy.

"I didn't expect Harold to be so well-known." I felt the envy, jealousy, and hatred coming from the people around me, and thought to myself, "Why haven't I heard of such a famous person like him before?"

However, when I thought about it, I never had time to pay attention to celebrities. It was not easy to make ends meet every day.

When I thought about it, I felt relieved.

After leaving the adventurer base, Harold did not go to the dungeon, but turned to a restaurant not far from here. He said to me: "It's almost noon now, let's have a meal first."

I saw Harold's sincere solicitation, felt his tired and hungry stomach, and said, "Okay, let's have a meal first, as promised, I don't have any money."

"You don't have to spend money," Harold said with a smile, "You have already helped me a lot. Even if I invite you to dinner often, it is still appropriate."

"Hey, your attitude has become really good." I grinned, showing a slightly lewd smile: "Why have you suddenly become so enthusiastic? When I asked you to buy me another drink, you had a deadpan expression on your face."

Harold was a little embarrassed and hesitated: "Well, didn't you take away some magic equipment that time?"