Like words of sublimation, yet paradoxical power was displayed in this narrow alley. In the faint hymn, white wings appeared behind Lakins Prisha, and a strange golden halo floated above his head.

, his whole person was faintly glowing:

"leave!"

He maintained his angelic posture and spoke to the angel statue, but the other person did not retreat.

Sir Prisha's strange posture could not be maintained for too long, but within a minute, the strange scene around him completely disappeared, and the panting southern nobles stared at the statue of the angel covering his face with his hands.

The latter neither left nor advanced.

He stood like this in the snow for at least another five minutes, with snow covering the statue's head and the knight's hat, before the reverberating voice reached the ears of Sir Regins Pulsha:

"The blood power of the wise angels."

A strange beam of light flew from the folded forehead of [Weeping Angel] to Sir Prisha, and while the latter felt the new power, the angel statue under the gas street lamp had disappeared.

"It turns out that the strange legend of the family is true..."

The thoughtful middle-aged man turned around, picked up the three pyroxenes that fell on the ground, and walked into the dark alley, leaving a series of footprints on the snow-covered ground.
Chapter completed!