Chapter 533: Paradoxical Spiral 4
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Chapter 533: Paradoxical Spiral 4
"What you want me to see is this clock."
Lod frowned and looked at the girl next to him in confusion. The latter gave him a look of affirmation.
What secret was there in a clock?
With this doubt, Lod and Constantine walked forward and carefully observed.
However, no matter how they looked at the clock, they could not find anything special about it. If there was anything unusual or this crimson clock, it was a palace clock from the collection of the British royal family.
Constantine was a native Englishman. In the past, he had been wandering in London for a long time. He had come into contact with many people when he was exorcising demons. Therefore, he had some experience in identifying the ancient objects.
He recognized at a glance that this clock came from the British royal family.
The wood outside the clock was extremely high-end. It was the kind that was rarely seen in the city. Moreover, the clock inside was not simple. It was made of some unknown crystal and was engraved with the crown of the queen who symbolized the British royal family. The structure of the two porcelain plates on top and bottom was shaped like a delicate flower. The sign was carved from precious blue minerals.
Then, how precious was this clock?
In Constantine's words, if this clock was handed over to the British royal family, it could at least be changed to a viscount. Moreover, it could also make the queen personally accept the viscount and kiss the great back of the hand.
For an Englishman, the back of the hand that could be kissed, and the fact that he could personally receive the viscount title could be said to be a supreme honor. Constantine's eyes became more and more fiery as he thought about it. From the looks of it, if Lod was not still there, he would have removed the clock and taken it away.
"Cough cough, a friendly reminder. Your dear, there are still eleven years before birth." Lod coughed and destroyed Constantine's unrealistic fantasy.
"I almost forgot. It's George the Sixth now." Constantine shook his head regretfully. He grimaced in regret and said, "It would be great if it was 1939 now. Maybe after we go out, we can go and meet him in his prime."
"Sure, you can discuss it with the Weeping Angel later and bring you to 1939." Lod was amused by this guy and said, "I can compete with the king of Phillip and see who will win the queen's heart in the end."
Dong
Just as the two were joking, a deep and heavy sound suddenly echoed in the banquet hall.
This sudden sound scared Constantine. He looked down at the clock at the same time as Lod and found that the flower pointer overlapped and pointed to the top twelve o'clock!
"It's about to start, father."
Constantine was dumbfounded. He could not believe this scene. This kind of magic that could fool even time, he vaguely remembered where he had seen it before. But now, he could not remember where it was.
"If I guessed correctly, these people should be on the eighth floor." Lod narrowed his eyes. The thought that had flashed through his mind before suddenly came out again at this time. This time, he caught it accurately.
"Yes, father."
Nexia did not hide anything and said straightforwardly, "Now, everyone is attending the banquet for the eighth time."
"I have roughly guessed Wilbur's intentions, but I still need to verify it." As Lod spoke, he grabbed the two of them and said indifferently, "Let us see the entire process of this hotel."
Hoho, Hoho, and Hoho.
After several times, the three of them arrived at the eighth floor.
And at this time, the banquet hall on the eighth floor was no longer the empty appearance from before.
A group of people were sitting around a long table. Their faces were filled with happy smiles. They were very unhappy as they toasted each other. The lively laughter gathered together, diluting the strange atmosphere from before. It was as if everything was their illusion.
However
This lively scene in front of him was extremely horrifying in the eyes of Constantine.
The people sitting around the long table with white napkins and elegantly enjoying the delicious food were the people they had seen in the room before!
They were resurrected!
Moreover, she was sitting in this banquet hall as if nothing had ever happened. She was drinking delicious food and fine wine with a smile.
At the end of the long table sat a man and a woman.
The woman had soft blonde hair and wore clothes that did not match this era. Under her white, wide-open dress, she had round and slender legs. She was wearing alluring flesh-colored stockings, which accentuated her charm.
The man sitting next to the woman had brown hair combed meticulously. He had a high nose bridge and deep eyes. He looked very handsome and handsome. He was wearing a tailored suit. His demeanor was full of the temperament of a noble, just like the owner of the entire banquet.
"Those two..."
Constantine pointed at the man and woman with an ugly expression, as if he had eaten a fly. He squeezed out a few words from his teeth, "It's Irene Caswell and Wilbur Wattley."
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Chapter 533: Paradoxical Spiral 4
"What you want me to see is this clock."
Lod frowned and looked at the girl next to him in confusion. The latter gave him a look of affirmation.
What secret was there in a clock?
With this doubt, Lod and Constantine walked forward and carefully observed.
However, no matter how they looked at the clock, they could not find anything special about it. If there was anything unusual or this crimson clock, it was a palace clock from the collection of the British royal family.
Constantine was a native Englishman. In the past, he had been wandering in London for a long time. He had come into contact with many people when he was exorcising demons. Therefore, he had some experience in identifying the ancient objects.
He recognized at a glance that this clock came from the British royal family.
The wood outside the clock was extremely high-end. It was the kind that was rarely seen in the city. Moreover, the clock inside was not simple. It was made of some unknown crystal and was engraved with the crown of the queen who symbolized the British royal family. The structure of the two porcelain plates on top and bottom was shaped like a delicate flower. The sign was carved from precious blue minerals.
Then, how precious was this clock?
In Constantine's words, if this clock was handed over to the British royal family, it could at least be changed to a viscount. Moreover, it could also make the queen personally accept the viscount and kiss the great back of the hand.
For an Englishman, the back of the hand that could be kissed, and the fact that he could personally receive the viscount title could be said to be a supreme honor. Constantine's eyes became more and more fiery as he thought about it. From the looks of it, if Lod was not still there, he would have removed the clock and taken it away.
"Cough cough, a friendly reminder. Your dear, there are still eleven years before birth." Lod coughed and destroyed Constantine's unrealistic fantasy.
"I almost forgot. It's George the Sixth now." Constantine shook his head regretfully. He grimaced in regret and said, "It would be great if it was 1939 now. Maybe after we go out, we can go and meet him in his prime."
"Sure, you can discuss it with the Weeping Angel later and bring you to 1939." Lod was amused by this guy and said, "I can compete with the king of Phillip and see who will win the queen's heart in the end."
Dong
Just as the two were joking, a deep and heavy sound suddenly echoed in the banquet hall.
This sudden sound scared Constantine. He looked down at the clock at the same time as Lod and found that the flower pointer overlapped and pointed to the top twelve o'clock!
"It's about to start, father."
Constantine was dumbfounded. He could not believe this scene. This kind of magic that could fool even time, he vaguely remembered where he had seen it before. But now, he could not remember where it was.
"If I guessed correctly, these people should be on the eighth floor." Lod narrowed his eyes. The thought that had flashed through his mind before suddenly came out again at this time. This time, he caught it accurately.
"Yes, father."
Nexia did not hide anything and said straightforwardly, "Now, everyone is attending the banquet for the eighth time."
"I have roughly guessed Wilbur's intentions, but I still need to verify it." As Lod spoke, he grabbed the two of them and said indifferently, "Let us see the entire process of this hotel."
Hoho, Hoho, and Hoho.
After several times, the three of them arrived at the eighth floor.
And at this time, the banquet hall on the eighth floor was no longer the empty appearance from before.
A group of people were sitting around a long table. Their faces were filled with happy smiles. They were very unhappy as they toasted each other. The lively laughter gathered together, diluting the strange atmosphere from before. It was as if everything was their illusion.
However
This lively scene in front of him was extremely horrifying in the eyes of Constantine.
The people sitting around the long table with white napkins and elegantly enjoying the delicious food were the people they had seen in the room before!
They were resurrected!
Moreover, she was sitting in this banquet hall as if nothing had ever happened. She was drinking delicious food and fine wine with a smile.
At the end of the long table sat a man and a woman.
The woman had soft blonde hair and wore clothes that did not match this era. Under her white, wide-open dress, she had round and slender legs. She was wearing alluring flesh-colored stockings, which accentuated her charm.
The man sitting next to the woman had brown hair combed meticulously. He had a high nose bridge and deep eyes. He looked very handsome and handsome. He was wearing a tailored suit. His demeanor was full of the temperament of a noble, just like the owner of the entire banquet.
"Those two..."
Constantine pointed at the man and woman with an ugly expression, as if he had eaten a fly. He squeezed out a few words from his teeth, "It's Irene Caswell and Wilbur Wattley."
Chapter 533: Paradoxical Spiral 4 "What you want me to see is this clock." Lod frowned and looked at the girl next to him in confusion. The latter gave him a look of affirmation. What secret was there in a clock? With this doubt, Lod and Constantine walked forward and carefully observed. However, no matter how they looked at the clock, they could not find anything special about it. If there was anything unusual or this crimson clock, it was a palace clock from the collection of the British royal family. Constantine was a native Englishman. In the past, he had been wandering in London for a long time. He had come into contact with many people when he was exorcising demons. Therefore, he had some experience in identifying the ancient objects. He recognized at a glance that this clock came from the British royal family. The wood outside the clock was extremely high-end. It was the kind that was rarely seen in the city. Moreover, the clock inside was not simple. It was made of some unknown crystal and was engraved with the crown of the queen who symbolized the British royal family. The structure of the two porcelain plates on top and bottom was shaped like a delicate flower. The sign was carved from precious blue minerals. Then, how precious was this clock? In Constantine's words, if this clock was handed over to the British royal family, it could at least be changed to a viscount. Moreover, it could also make the queen personally accept the viscount and kiss the great back of the hand. For an Englishman, the back of the hand that could be kissed, and the fact that he could personally receive the viscount title could be said to be a supreme honor. Constantine's eyes became more and more fiery as he thought about it. From the looks of it, if Lod was not still there, he would have removed the clock and taken it away. "Cough cough, a friendly reminder. Your dear, there are still eleven years before birth." Lod coughed and destroyed Constantine's unrealistic fantasy. "I almost forgot. It's George the Sixth now." Constantine shook his head regretfully. He grimaced in regret and said, "It would be great if it was 1939 now. Maybe after we go out, we can go and meet him in his prime." "Sure, you can discuss it with the Weeping Angel later and bring you to 1939." Lod was amused by this guy and said, "I can compete with the king of Phillip and see who will win the queen's heart in the end." Dong Just as the two were joking, a deep and heavy sound suddenly echoed in the banquet hall. This sudden sound scared Constantine. He looked down at the clock at the same time as Lod and found that the flower pointer overlapped and pointed to the top twelve o'clock! "It's about to start, father." Constantine was dumbfounded. He could not believe this scene. This kind of magic that could fool even time, he vaguely remembered where he had seen it before. But now, he could not remember where it was. "If I guessed correctly, these people should be on the eighth floor." Lod narrowed his eyes. The thought that had flashed through his mind before suddenly came out again at this time. This time, he caught it accurately. "Yes, father." Nexia did not hide anything and said straightforwardly, "Now, everyone is attending the banquet for the eighth time." "I have roughly guessed Wilbur's intentions, but I still need to verify it." As Lod spoke, he grabbed the two of them and said indifferently, "Let us see the entire process of this hotel." Hoho, Hoho, and Hoho. After several times, the three of them arrived at the eighth floor. And at this time, the banquet hall on the eighth floor was no longer the empty appearance from before. A group of people were sitting around a long table. Their faces were filled with happy smiles. They were very unhappy as they toasted each other. The lively laughter gathered together, diluting the strange atmosphere from before. It was as if everything was their illusion. However This lively scene in front of him was extremely horrifying in the eyes of Constantine. The people sitting around the long table with white napkins and elegantly enjoying the delicious food were the people they had seen in the room before! They were resurrected! Moreover, she was sitting in this banquet hall as if nothing had ever happened. She was drinking delicious food and fine wine with a smile. At the end of the long table sat a man and a woman. The woman had soft blonde hair and wore clothes that did not match this era. Under her white, wide-open dress, she had round and slender legs. She was wearing alluring flesh-colored stockings, which accentuated her charm. The man sitting next to the woman had brown hair combed meticulously. He had a high nose bridge and deep eyes. He looked very handsome and handsome. He was wearing a tailored suit. His demeanor was full of the temperament of a noble, just like the owner of the entire banquet. "Those two..." Constantine pointed at the man and woman with an ugly expression, as if he had eaten a fly. He squeezed out a few words from his teeth, "It's Irene Caswell and Wilbur Wattley."
