5Ny5623 - Two news
Rafaelle was in the midst of his usual preparations for the official outfit of an ambassador of all Velaa sleeve, as it reached the two messages. Xo entered by the inviting hum of the locked door Rafaelle his private apartments.
The walk-in living room in front of the bedroom Rafaelle served purely as a gathering for those whom he gave the confidence to know the private man Jeccschalen - more or less.
The wall facing the garden seemed like everywhere, do not exist, only the stained glass windows were used for weather-related protection. The house in the omnipresent light fabrics of the curtains were drawn half and moved gently with the breeze that glided through the room.
A light reflected from select wood floor in the incident solar radiation, the small room housed only a gigantic-looking leafy plant in its midst, the long-drawn patterns on shaded leaves the two wicker chairs threw that stood on either side of the tree. The rounded wall to the bedroom was interrupted by a delicately shaped entrance door with the emblem of the IRJ Jeccschalen over the ridge, the two were decorated wings of mother of pearl inspired and had a clear view to Rafaelle place to sleep.
Handcom firmly in the hands Xo walked slowly to the door and remained at a respectful distance in front of it. "Sir?"
He lowered his head in silent greeting and waited for the call may come to. heard no answer he raised his eyes and peered cautiously through the wide gap of the open door.
By pearl of leaning against the wing dissembled him an open view into the room behind it, but he saw Rafaelle standing before his bed. Xo muttered verses, because his master was only half dressed, and had turned to the mirror next to the door. Her black hair flowed over casingless, brown skin glistened slightly in the dim light. Flowing movements, was dressed as the wide trousers and a slight jerk of the head, swung her hair to the side. Rafaelle he turned his back to Xo and lowered his eyes before he suddenly offered him the sight of the slender back. Rustling heard the old servant, was used as for substances, then a muffled cursing and slight sigh.
"Please come in. Xo before you acquire roots. "
entered as he was told Xo quiet the room. The flowing fabric of the black caftan (*) the Rafaelle had thrown himself, had been patiently unbuttoned. The man threw Xo a quick look and raised his hand before he reached for some small Coms on his desk in order to turn again to put it down.
"I'm sorry Xo. I really can not spare much time for you. I need to message and then do some things. "
Xo bowed again slightly and glanced at the crumpled paint. Rafaelle had slept alone last night and obviously very had restless dreams here.
"Excuse me sir. Two news ...," he began quietly but Rafaelle interrupted him.
"CHRONOI, I know. I've already read my friend." Rafaelle sighed softly and turned to his servant. Xo could see the expression of smooth eye surfaces that Rafaelle had again fallen into a troubled phase trade.
"It is not necessarily the image that the ancient cults bring. But it worries me. The Phytäer were a people with foresight. Something that is missing today's life completely." Rafaelle gaze wandered for a moment into space, as if he saw somewhere behind Xo the answer to all the riddles he had deciphered.
"Sir," said Xo, as Rafaelle said nothing.
"forget old messages Xo. A long time, but everywhere if I remember correctly." Rafaelle eyes drove back. "If they were to disappear, this is more than just a senseless robbery."
Xo frowned. He knew how much is not what put Rafaelle, and he knew even less about the knowledge with which an elementary of Velaa was blessed. Rafaelle saw the pensive face of his servant. He sighed, but he saw the face behind the Xo's true thoughts. "The people and the first had many rituals based on ancient relics. And served to deter the Phytäer their spiritual symbols. "
" Do you have a suspicion Lord, "Xo determined carefully. Rafaelle gave an unpleasant laugh, and turned away again.
" sounded Skade ...", it quietly somewhere in the space.
"Who parades in front of the ark, is regarded as invincible," (**) murmured softly, staring at the Rafaelle Comdisplay front of you. What good would it have to have lived many years asceticism when events are not could stop.
"You spoke of two messages Xo. My father has written? "
Xo a quick look at the Com threw in his hand before he handed Rafaelle.
"No. A message from the message."
Well, that was, however, some information, the Rafaelle certainly was able to bring back from the world of myths and legends. Xo came to him because he had a message from the message? Himself up he saw his servant to skeptical.
Xo smiled apologetically. "Yes, of EPET. The request for an interview has arrived ..."
"An Interview." Rafaelle laughed out loud. "Xo, this kind of communication ..."
Xo "There is a handwritten letter Lord, is" respectfully lowered voice. "Lamb on white paper." Do Rafaelle eyes flashed up, a split long he actually looked the utmost interest the green LEDs on the small screen.
"A true artist in his field," confessed Rafaelle softly as he glanced over the message to an unwilling and had his status elevated believer secretary sent to him. Lamb white paper was old, old teachings and foundational to today no longer herzugestellt. A true investment for connoisseurs who knew about this treasure. Were there any artists on the planet palace, which he did not know?
"A simple journalist?" Rafaelle brain started all by itself to look for a background.
"ttan Arcir Serkahan is editor of the Focus . The medium of one of Mr. INN. "
" And? "demand for Rafaelle, but the answer he needed to hear not, and so he laid the Com aside. Inquiries of this kind were distasteful to him, but this incentive was not bad .
:: Lamb White::
The INN was a good reason why you could afford to procure this paper at all Rafaelle smiled shallow and it was at least one argument, but for him it was too obvious...
"Well, is not of the mind EPET poor. The letter is already in the message anyway, right? "Rafaelle smile turned into a wide grin." I must confess, I am not averse to Xo. But I want to see this letter. "
(*) robe with long [long] sleeves, often held together with a wide sash, in Rafaelle case, however, closed with small buttons on the breast and entire length
(**) from "Letter to the Hebrews," and the Ark of the Covenant with the Ten Commandments Moses (and NOT stolen from Indiana Jones, the screenwriter's has also used
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