第二十九章战棋游戏(1/15)

一阵冷风吹在脸上，睡梦中的牧师不耐的翻了个身，用手臂遮住了脸颊，想继续睡觉。可是，有一片红透了的叶子落在他鼻尖上，叶片上的小锯齿在皮肤上摩擦著，痒痒的。
                                                                                                                                                                终于接连不断的打了几个大喷嚏，不情愿的醒来。揉揉眼楮，发现竟不是躺在旅馆的床上。
                                                                                                                                                                所在是一座简陋的小教堂，墙壁上一片纯白，空落落的。天窗上也不带一丝装饰。
                                                                                                                                                                神案上供奉著彼耶明圣神的第一位地上代言者的雕像。灰白色的天光从高处的一排窗子中透入，照在前面几排长椅的靠背上。
                                                                                                                                                                这些坚硬的木头反射出冷硬的寒光，越发显得不尽人意。睡在这样的地方，多一秒钟都是折磨。
                                                                                                                                                                兰斯揉著被硌痛的腰，跳下长椅。手遮凉棚，向窗外的天空眺望。
                                                                                                                                                                一片混浊的白色映入眼帘。他看得清楚，那并不是黎明的色彩。
                                                                                                                                                                由此可知，又被灵魂引导者西奥摄入庇护所了。又一阵寒冷的风从敞开的门吹进来。
                                                                                                                                                                他衣衫单薄，禁不住打了个哆嗦。“何必弄得这样冷呢！”兰斯暗暗抱怨道，“这个世界的外貌不是凭西奥的心意决定的吗？”
                                                                                                                                                                天空的精神流一片宁静，可知西奥并未赶来他身边。估计又在准备什么试炼场了。
                                                                           

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