Chapter 857 Character Extra 2 Muskilin
Alvin, wearing loose clothes with blue and white vertical stripes, carefully walked to the door and looked into the corridor through the small window above, his expression full of vigilance and guard.
Seeing that there were only people in the corridor wearing similar clothes squatting, standing, or walking back and forth, Alvin's eyes flashed, he turned around and came to the other bed in the room, gently patted the sleeping man on it, and called out in a low voice: "Clement! Clement!"
The man reflexively shrank back, looking at Alvin guardedly with eyes like burning flames: "You, what are you doing?"
He spoke like a beginner child.
"Clement, stop pretending, there is no one watching outside, let's discuss how to escape from here and how to regain our strength." Alvin looked at his companion in front of him sincerely and eagerly, and a pair of white wings behind him stretched out from the special cracks in his clothes and spread out in the room.
The man with his fiery eyes showed a hint of disgust and said slurredly: "I, I'm not Clement, I've said it many times! They, they told me, I am Mike, McLeod, a great magician, a great alchemist, a man destined to work miracles!"
It seems that because he said too much, his last half of the sentence was much more fluent than before.
"You!" Alvin said in shock and anger, "Aren't you pretending? How can you forget your noble and divine identity! We are angels of the Lord! The life that is closest to the true God! He is a noble one who can destroy and save this world!"
He struggled to control his voice for a while.
The man who called himself McLeod was frightened by such a roar and curled up to the corner of the bed like a child: "I, I won't talk to you anymore, you are bad, bad guy!"
Alvin looked at this mature and handsome angel with a "childish" expression, couldn't hide his disappointment, and shook his head pitifully: "You, you have really forgotten, how could it be like this, am I the only one who still remembers the Lord, remembers the glory of the past, and still thinks about returning to Heaven Mountain......"
The more he spoke, the sadder he became, Alvin pushed open the door, entered the hallway, and paced back and forth to relieve his mood.
He pays no attention to those around him who are unfamiliar, which is the pride of the seraphim. He once tried to escape from this place where he and others were imprisoned, but his strength was sealed by unimaginable power, and he was easily captured by the guarding magician.
At this time, a blonde man who was also wearing loose clothes with blue and white vertical stripes came over, looked around vigilantly, passed by, and whispered to Alvin: "God."
Alvin was startled, and then ecstasy surged in, do they still remember the Lord? They are devout followers of the Lord who was captured by the magician.
So, he nodded lightly, as a reply to the man.
The man's right hand pointed forward slightly, signaling him to follow him.
Alvin looked around and followed the man to another room.
"Do you remember the Lord?" Alvin closed the door and asked happily.
"Hahahaha!" The blonde man faded his cautious expression, put his hands on his hips, and laughed, "I have always believed that there are still people who remember me, I am the only true god, ruling heaven and earth, and I will pass on my word to you today!"
Alvin looked at him in astonishment, and then anger welled up in his heart: "A madman!"
His physical strength was quite strong, and he pushed the man to the wall, and then returned to the corridor, feeling inexplicably desolate, sad and depressed: "Lord, have they all forgotten you, will your miracles never come to the earth again?"
"Shh." A trembling black-haired man squatting in the corner raised his index finger to his lips.
He also wears blue and white vertical striped clothing.
"Do you remember the Lord?" Alvin asked casually without hope.
The man looked around in fear and said very quietly: "Remember, I am a devout believer in the Lord, I was caught here and tortured me with a big secret, shh, don't look at me like this, those evil magicians are hiding around and observing."
His body trembled more and more, and it seemed that as soon as he stepped out of this corner, he would immediately be caught and tortured by the magician.
"Do you really remember?" Alvin asked in surprise.
The man solemnly drew a cross on his chest: "Only the truth endures!"
Alvin only felt a layer of mist in his eyes, and he drew a cross unusually holy and solemnly: "May your word walk on the earth as it walks in your kingdom."
The black-haired man waved for Alvin to go over: "Since we are all devout believers in the Lord, then I will tell you that big secret, you find a way to escape, and then come and save me."
Alvin squatted solemnly next to the black-haired man and said in a low voice: "Will the magician hear it?"
The black-haired man smiled proudly and said: "This corner has been arranged by me as the strongest and best lock in the world, and it is the safest place, so I hid here!"
Alvin looked blankly at the empty surroundings, how could I not feel the existence of the lock? Being sealed does not mean that my natural ability is not there!
The man ignored him and put his mouth to his ear: "I'll tell you that secret."
"Okay." Alvin didn't have time to think about the mystery and listened intently to the secret.
The black-haired man's voice was very low: "Actually, I am actually the God of Truth!"
Oh? Alvin looked at him dumbfounded, and the black-haired man's expression became merciful and divine: "I came to earth to save this filthy world, you are the first mortal to know my identity, I decree you to be my angel......"
Before he finished speaking, two men wearing black magic robes came over, grabbed the black-haired man, and dragged him forward.
"Find a way to escape, and then come and save me!"
"I will set myself on fire on the cross to redeem this filthy world!"
Alvin was still stunned, while one of the magicians cast a spell, silenced the black-haired man, and said coldly: "It's time to take medicine."
"Madmen, there are lunatics here!" Alvin thought in pain and indignation, "Damn magician, you have locked us holy angels with a group of lunatics! It's so hateful! It's blasphemous!"
At this time, two other magicians arrived and set up Alvin: "Ms. Rachel wants to see you."
Alvin didn't struggle, because he knew it was useless to struggle.
As he walked, he accidentally kicked a man lying on the ground.
But the man, who was also wearing blue and white vertical stripes, said nothing, trying to keep it as it was.
"I'm sorry." Alvin apologized nicely, but the man didn't respond.
Just when Alvin was puzzled, the magician next to him laughed softly: "Don't worry about him, the corpse can't speak and won't feel pain."
"Is he a necromancer?" Alvin didn't feel like it at all, he was obviously a living person!
The magician hesitated: "He thinks he is a rotten corpse without spiritual intelligence, so he ......."
"What kind of people are this!" Alvin felt like he was going crazy.
Walking through the complex corridors, Alvin was led into an elegantly decorated room with an ordinary-looking but always energetic woman.
The woman sitting behind the desk raised her head, looked at Alvin with flaxy eyes, and smiled, "How are you feeling lately?"
"Not good." Alvin was fixed on the chair opposite and replied cautiously.
The magician badge on Rachel's chest has turned into nine black rings, and the arcane badge also has eight silver stars, she nodded and said: "This is normal, you keep your original memories, you can't directly erase all memories like Lord McLeod and the others, and then reshape their personalities based on historical data, because it is easy to erase your original memories together, even if Lord Evans makes a move, there is no inevitable certainty."
"You erased their memories!" Alvin was furious.
Rachel frowned suspiciously: "This is a normal recovery and research process, in fact, when you recover to a certain stage, Your Excellency Evans will have a greater certainty of erasing Alvin's personality and memory without hurting your original memory, wait a minute, what is your name now?"
"I'm Alvin! You evil magicians, not only lock us normal and holy angels and madmen together, but also want to erase all my memories!" Alvin struggled hard, but the magic ring bound him tightly.
Rachel tapped the table gently: "It seems that there was a problem with the method of the last treatment, which caused repetition, well, Maskelin, no, Alvin, wait a minute to cooperate with the medicine."
"Muskeline...... Alvin was like being struck by lightning, his mind was in chaos, and it seemed that there was another self fighting with himself in his heart.
"Although the cause of your current situation is very 'extraordinary', your condition is not complicated, it is a typical split personality, I will talk to Maskilin in detail at that time to see if he is willing to keep the fusion or eradicate it directly." Rachel said with an unchanged expression.
"I, am I a madman?" Alvin felt like his head was about to explode.
At this time, several magicians walked in, holding sky blue potions in their hands.
Rachel nodded lightly and said to the magicians: "Remember, his medicine cannot be stopped."
Alvin drank the medicine blankly, and suddenly saw the nameplate on Rachel's desk: "Magic Council Fifth Research Institute - Aoyama Recovery Center, Deputy Director......"
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