"The cold aristocratic young master, the twin werewolves, the strong male mother, and the intellectual royal sister, please note that the above members of the detective agency are all felons." The invisible divine messenger said.
"You mean I should be afraid?" Nora asked.
"I just want to know how you get along with them?" The voice of the angel came from the air.
"They get to be my therapist, my mom, my tools, my best friends, my worst enemies and my mentors all at the same time," joked Nora.
"One of them or each one?"
"Of course everyone—"
The envoy of God hurriedly interrupted her: "If only one of them can do it, if everyone is like this, they will not be able to pass God's review."
"Does God still care about mortals' interpersonal relationships?"
"You are a puppet made by Him personally. You have the power to change the fate of a city. God will naturally pay attention to your words and deeds." After the voice of the God fell, a powerful spiritual power penetrated Nola's eyebrows.
The ground beneath her feet suddenly cracked, Nora kept falling, the wind whizzed past her ears, she fell into the soft quilt, and was shocked to realize that the conversation just now was a dream.
The foggy air outside the window brings a message of death. The fire that lasted for two weeks destroyed a third of the city's buildings. At this moment, flames and thick smoke are still billowing.
Nora's fingertips touched her eyebrows, and the divine messenger carved the last words into her mind.
"Use, discard, forget."
Is this fate?
Please collect the new article, thank you~
Concept: False joy is not as good as true anger.
