In moments when his mind trailed, he even imagined he and Adam were friends and were happily discussing some mysticism knowledge, waiting for "His" child, Amon, to return for dinner.
Of course, I'm "dinner"..
The death of Duke Negan has made me understand that the world isn't as stable and peaceful as I thought it was. I want to have the power to protect all of you at critical moments...
“Sleep isn’t a bad thing either. At least I’ll have dreams. In my dreams, I never left, accompanying her while taking in the sun while guiding that stubborn son of mine to use the broadsword. I’ll also make a swing for that little kid that loves to wheedle...”
One day, Frank Lee will destroy the world. He definitely needs to be controlled. I can’t give him a chance to advance! Seriously, how much does this fellow love to crossbreed and create all kinds of strange plants?
'You’re already over a year old. Do you still think you’re a baby that’s a few months old?' Pretending that he didn’t see him sucking his fingers, Klein quickly described his conundrum.
Soon after, the mirror’s aqueous light flashed and a new line of text appeared.
“What’s your sexual orientation?”
Ikanser was stunned as he felt the gazes of his surrounding team members all land on him.
“Not that ignorant and not that stupid either.” The Red Angel evil spirit laughed and stroked “His” chin.
Be it “His” words or actions, “He” gave people the urge to hit “Him.”
Klein used his emotionless, smooth narration to imply that ''my Sequence isn't high enough'', ''my standards are limited'', ''although I'm good at divination, the other party is stronger'', and ''I'm sure that I can't figure out the truth''.
'That's me being myself.'
'But I'm now Gehrman Sparrow, a seemingly calm but crazy adventurer!'
With this thought, he suddenly turned around, drew his revolver, and aimed at the Wormtongue Mithor King inside the rowdy bar.
As he spoke, he didn't show any odd signs on his face, but he felt uneasy deep down. He was afraid the Goddess would smite him with a bolt of lightning to reward this ''pious'' believer, Dwayne Dantes.
The blue cat opened its mouth but didn’t produce any meowing sounds. It began speaking like a human, “I’m Sherlock Moriarty. I’m here to meet Mr. Isengard Stanton.”
At Alger’s side, although Klein had used paper balls to stuff his ears and had converged his spirituality, he immediately felt his forehead’s blood vessels throb. He instantly had the urge to kill the singer and destroy everything before him.
'... Miss Justice, you haven’t even joined, and you’re already thinking of betraying them...' Klein silently drew an invisible crimson moon for the Psychology Alchemists.
A person who’s very sentimental; A person from Earth, but to a certain extent, a person who has been reconstructed into a new person because of the fusion with Klein Moretti’s memory fragments;
Just as Klein's eyes were slightly picked up, Leonard, who came facing him, stopped beside him, looking down at the front and laughing:
''I originally wanted to save you, but I don't think you need it.''