Chapter 057 Daytime Flight
Day 2, travel day.
It was far from what Garcia had imagined, with a luxurious carriage and numerous servants following.
In fact, the only one who saw them off was the high priest.
Garcia looked up at the sky in silence—it was still dark.
Last night, he felt like he didn't sleep for long before he was woken up by Daming.
After sending him to the door of the Vatican, Damien hurried away, leaving Garcia, the high priest who had been waiting at the door, and Jophiel, the three of them staring at each other.
Garcia held his luggage and looked around, and found that there was really no fourth person, and there was not even any means of transportation.
He doesn't understand.
"Where is our carriage?" Guessing that the technology tree of this world might not have been lit up yet, with no steam engines or fuel engines, Garcia asked cautiously about the basic means of transportation he had seen in his dream.
"No." The high priest replied with a smile.
Compared to Garcia who was holding a small bag in his arms, he and Yophiel had nothing in their hands.
Jophiel also nodded seriously.
A carriage? What carriage? I don't need that.
Garcia was horrified: "You don't want us to walk there?"
After having a deep conversation with Eli during dinner, Garcia had a new understanding of the extent of the high priest's evil intentions.
He wondered if the high priest was capable of such a thing!
"..." The high priest held his forehead with a headache. "I don't know what you and Eli talked about, but I'm not as mean as you think—yes, your expression was too obvious, it made it clear that I was a 'stingy person'."
Hearing this, Garcia twisted his fingers awkwardly. He tried to adjust his expression, putting on a noble, holy, and beautiful look. Then he asked his fellow charlatan, "What about this? Is this professional enough?"
A barely audible smile flashed in the high priest's eyes.
No wonder Damien commented on Garcia, saying that he had some cunning ideas but not many. He diverted his attention in just a few moves.
"Yes, you are a very professional clergyman." The high priest first affirmed Garcia, and then said meaningfully, "I hope you can maintain this professional attitude in a while."
"Huh?" Garcia was stunned.
The next second, a big hand covered his eyes from behind.
Garcia subconsciously tried to pry the hand away so that he could regain his vision.
"Don't move." It was Jophiel.
He stood behind Garcia, and perhaps because of his slightly bent posture, Garcia felt as if he was completely enclosed in the man's arms. A cold voice was right above his head, and a faint smell similar to that of burning incense penetrated his nostrils.
"I'll count to three, two, one, and then you open your eyes." Jophiel's hand that was covering the upper half of Garcia's face trembled slightly, because he felt the blond boy blinking his eyelashes in his palm, which made him feel a little itchy.
Garcia nodded obediently.
At the same time, he heard the high priest's slightly teasing voice, which was getting farther and farther away: "Garcia, this time, you are really going to fly..."
"three--"
Garcia felt himself floating in the air for a moment, as if in a princess hug posture. The feeling of weightlessness made him subconsciously hug the man's neck.
"two--"
Soon, he landed on his feet again and stepped on a somewhat soft object.
"one--"
A big hand gently supported his waist until he stood firmly.
The man behind him removed his hand from covering the blond boy's eyes.
Garcia slowly opened his eyes—like riding a small boat, drifting on a boundless, calm sea. A tranquil, dark blue mist swirled around him, and something as soft and ethereal as a cloud slowly drifted over him.
Unlike the previous midnight flight in his dreams, this time, Garcia looked into the distance and found that at this altitude, it was actually dawn.
He had just been standing at the door of the Vatican talking to the high priest. Now, not to mention the high priest, the entire Vatican was just a blurry fist-sized mass in the distance.
"Wow!" Garcia held his face in surprise.
Escaping from the dream, Garcia was wandering in the clouds in reality and clarity. He was very excited. He felt that the big eyeball that had frightened him several times was not so scary anymore - he was standing on the big eyeball and flying!
Garcia looked to the side, at a man as handsome as a god—a god himself, with sparkling green eyes.
He asked, "Is Wheel Eyeball your mount? Can you control it?"
Jophiel nodded.
The flying posture of the wheel eyeball was much larger than the ones Garcia had seen previously. The surface that should have been an arc was actually flat under Garcia's feet because it was wide enough.
The area suitable for people to stand is about the size of Garcia's bedroom.
Garcia simply sat down and gently stroked the surface of the sphere where the eyelids should be. He looked to the side and saw several pure white wings gently flapping in the distant clouds.
So beautiful and holy.
There was no longer any sense of restraint as when he faced it head-on before, and only then did Garcia realize that the big eyeball was actually flying upside down!
No wonder the surface he was standing on was so smooth, no wonder there were no densely packed little eyeballs, no wonder there was no weird rotating eyeless head.
"Good boy." Garcia couldn't help but praise.
After knowing that it was the mount of the Archangel and that it was considerately flying in an upside-down position, Garcia recalled the first time they met, when Big Eyes greeted him in authentic English.
Quite polite!
Jophiel also approached him, sat down cross-legged, and asked, "Good boy? You mean Him?"
"Right!" The blond boy's eyes curved. "As long as it doesn't suddenly appear and scare me, like this, it's very well behaved!"
After saying this, Garcia suddenly slapped his forehead, as if remembering something: "Master Archangel..."
"Call me Wuyoufeier." The silver-haired man interrupted him.
"Okay, Jophiel," Garcia said readily. "I haven't asked yet, where are we going?"
"Go to the Golden Town in the Western Continent," Yophiel replied. "The living dead appeared in the cemetery. This is very unusual. I need to go there to correct some mistakes and get everything back on track."
He glanced at Garcia and said, "It will take about half a day to get there. You can catch up on some sleep."
With the Archangel escorting him, Garcia was not worried at all that he would accidentally fall down while sleeping.
In addition, he was indeed a little tired, so he did as Yophiel said, took his small bag from the side, opened it carefully, reached in and felt around, then asked Yophiel to help him hold the bag and drag out two thick quilts from it - Daming used space magic to help him compress the items, so this seemingly small bag actually contained a lot of things.
Garcia folded the two quilts together to make a thick nest, kicked off his boots and crawled in.
Then he said to Jophiel, "Good morning."
"good morning."
"Um...if you're sleepy too, you can come in and sleep with me."
After saying this, the blond boy hid his red face in the quilt castle.
Through the gaps in the cotton, he heard the angel's answer.
He said, "Okay."
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Golden Town at night.
Compared with the East Continent, this place is really different.
There were no stars or moon in the night sky, and the brick-red cumulus clouds were so low that it seemed as if you could touch the sky with your hand.
Everything seems so unreal.
Garcia and Jophiel, wearing cloaks, walked in the alley one after the other.
When they saw the town from the air, the sky was still bright, but as soon as they landed, it felt like they had fallen into a black fog, and visibility suddenly became extremely low.
Garcia was so scared that he grabbed Jophiel's arm tightly.
Only then did I feel a little more at ease.
They followed some smoke from cooking fires and slowly walked from the suburbs to the edge of town.
Garcia actually carried the customs clearance documents issued by the Vatican, but the guards of the Golden Town did not recognize it at all.
Seeing that Yophiel frowned and seemed to want to force his way in, Garcia quickly hugged the archangel's wasp waist, muttering, "Brother, please don't make things difficult for the guards." Then he quickly took out a small piece of silver from his purse and handed it to the guards who were extremely alert because of Yophiel's actions.
Money is panacea.
Sure enough, the guards' expressions relaxed a lot.
After weighing the silver, he saw that the purse on Garcia's waist had deflated, with only the clinking sound of copper coins inside. The leading guard no longer troubled them, but simply asked a few questions and let them into the town without even asking to see their identification.
After passing through customs, I walked towards the town center and saw a few more pedestrians.
But most of these people, like Garcia and the other two, were wearing huge dark cloaks that covered them from head to ankles, and they were walking in a hurry.
"Why did you call me 'brother' just now?" Yophiel couldn't help but ask.
He has had two older brothers since he was born. How could Garcia call himself that?
"You don't need to understand the ways of the world, you don't understand," Garcia said perfunctorily. These were things he had only just begun to comprehend while working in China, and it was impossible to explain them to a foreigner from another world like Yophiel in a few words. "Anyway, let's go eat first!"
Jophilton stopped.
"Eat? I came here to investigate... um..."
Before he could finish his words, Garcia quickly covered his mouth.
Garcia looked around cautiously and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that there were few people on the street and no one noticed them.
"Please keep your voice down!" Garcia felt very tired. He was on a business trip with the chairman, who was not only unsympathetic to the people's feelings, but also acted in a very flamboyant manner.
This makes the new employee in my unit very nervous.
But there is no way to say it directly.
He could only blink his big eyes and said aggrievedly: "Jophiel, I'm hungry. I've slept all day and need to eat something. Humans are very fragile. If I don't eat, I might die."
The sound is soft and sticky.
Garcia tilted his head back, and Jophiel could just see a bit of his pouty pale lips through the edge of his hat.
It's a bit like those servants of God who offer flowers to themselves as tribute every day.
Thinking of this, Jophiel ignored the inexplicable throbbing coming from the heart of the humanoid body.
"Okay," he replied.
Then I followed Garcia, who actually planned to fish for a day and go back to work the next day, to find a hotel.
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The author has something to say:
The Education of Love
Amber (adjusting the legs of her glasses): Didn't I tell you to wear clothes when you go out? You're so rude.
Jophiel (unaware he was being humiliated, listening very attentively): ...
Amber (opening a hardcover book): Come, let me tell you about the human body structure.
(After a pause of output)
Jophiel (suddenly realizing): Oh my god.
Amber (frozen): You...you don't have to be so blunt.
Jophiel (confident): I don't have a mouth, but my wheel eyeballs shed a lot of tears. I never shed tears before, so those tears must be the mouth of my human body...
Amber (pupils trembling): Shut up! You... forget it... don't tell me. Just apologize to Garcia tomorrow.
Jophiel (well-behaved): Got it.
——The two brothers are completely communicating ineffectively.
【Mumbling】
1. Everyone must take care of their health during the change of seasons! The stupid author has had a cold for a week, and he feels confused every day and his brain is not working well.
2. There have been some strange phenomena recently. The taste of eating is even stronger than that of cooking. There have been some strange plays in the comment section...
3. I've seen people ask why there are female centaurs, but female orcs have features similar to human males. Remember when I said only centaurs have a stable body shape? I'll get into the specifics later, but for now, I can only say it's because the X chromosome is more stable than the Y chromosome...
4. I read everyone’s comments. I will reply to some of them in the evening and then go to bed at 12 o’clock.
5. This unit is connected to the unit on the living dead. You can go to watch the other one after watching the first one.
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