When the sky is just dawning in the high mountains of the mountain, in the wooden house built next to the mountain, the old wooden table with a dull color for some years can feel the slight sound of the owner of the room getting up.

The thin white coat was hip-length and wrinkled, and the strands of hair were not the usual black or brown, but pure silvery-white. The hostess lived alone in this lonely lodge.

As if she couldn't feel the dampness and cold of the early morning in the mountains and forests, she moved her two naked and slender white legs off the bed, and her slightly transparent cherry feet stuck to the long wooden floor that had been blackened and shiny for many years, and stood up, showing off her tight, tall and healthy figure.

She walked into the humble kitchen and took care of herself to pull away the ashes and light the firewood, seemingly messing around, but quickly bringing out a small plate of food. It doesn't look like it's something that people eat.

The wooden door creaked open, and the hostess of the wooden house crouched down with a plate and stuffed the food into a pet shed built by the door.

"It's time to eat, little one." She spoke in a cold voice, and all emotions seemed to be hidden between her lowered eyebrows.

But the little things curled up in the pet shed do not react to the "carefully" prepared breakfast of the owner.

She finally frowned and reached for her pet.

The touch of her hand made her eyes flutter slightly.

Cold, stiff.

"Dead again?" She muttered, sighing and squeezing her face slightly, then reaching out again without mind, to remove the pet's stiffened corpse.

The morning light soaked half of the sky, and it became clear that her pet was a half-grown kitten with a mixed coat.

Her gaze lingered on the corpse in her palm for a few seconds, and she shook her head as if she had finally given up.

Raising her arms back, she leaned back slightly, and then threw her hand carrying the kitten's corpse forward!

The corpse flew out of a distant parabola like a stone, rolled slightly in the air, and finally disappeared somewhere at the foot of the mountain.

Is that good? She clapped her hands, then shook her head slightly, and then lowered herself to take out the dishes from the pet shed and pour them casually into the lush weeds next to the house......

The sky soon became brighter, and the mist in the mountains and forests gradually dissipated, and the hostess of the solitary wooden house changed into a formal lilac top and black skirt, and went out with a small package, her silver and white ponytail swaying left and right along the bumpy mountain road, and the broken hair on her forehead was pulled to her ears, but the slightly drooping corners of her lips showed that she was not in a good mood now.

The mountain road is graceful, and you can see a patch of houses in the distance.

Even in an impoverished town with no name, the morning market is bustling.

The noisy sound, the slightly smelly air, and the clean and clean she seemed to be out of place with everything around her.

"Ah, Miss Evan, let's take a look at the fruit I just picked this morning, it's absolutely delicious and fresh!"

The young fruit vendor on the side of the road was courteous, and everyone felt that this time it was the same, and he got no response.

But this time the prettiest woman in town stopped her haughty steps.

She didn't mind walking over to the dirty little shop of the persistent young man.

"The cat I adopted died this morning, and after thinking about it, it's still best to feed people, are you willing?" The mistress of the wooden house, known as Evan, had a calm face, as if what she was saying was just a trivial matter.

"It's... This, no... Don't do it. The peddler's face flushed, and for a moment he thought that the longing Miss Evan was touched by his affection.

But the other party's calm and terrifying gaze really discouraged him.

Of course, the brutal aristocratic lord may also be the reason for his retreat.

"Oh, then call me Evangeline next time, since you don't want anything to do with me." She spoke lightly and turned to leave.

The fruit vendor was stunned for a while, and then fell into a complicated entanglement, what does this sentence mean? Shouldn't I be braver?

Soon he had made a decision, and the young and vigorous young man untied his waist, wiped his face, and with a twinkle in his eyes called Dreadnought, he strode in the direction that Evangeline had left.

At noon, in the homes of the township nobles and mayors who occupy four-story buildings in the impoverished town, the almost closed rooms are filled with the uncomfortable smell of blood.

The pot-bellied aristocratic man was pacing back and forth in the secret room with a sigh.

At his feet, the corpse of a young man.

The corpse lay on its back, its front chest was brutally lifted from the left and right of the thoracic vertebrae, and the red, black, yellow, and green traces inside were wrapped in a hollow.

"Z, z." There were a little red stains on Evangeline's noble and reserved face, and she was licking her fingers, her pink lips were tender, and she looked like an ascetic temptation.

"What are you worried about? Isn't it normal for you to kill people? The brutal Lord Kaluga. Evangeline quipped.

"Alas, this is our townsman, it's hard to do! You promised not to eat here! The middle-aged man with a disfigured figure was distressed, and the greasy beads of sweat hung on his forehead.

"But I'm annoyed with him." Evangeline stopped licking her fingers, and her cold eyes swept over her face like frost, "Actually, I'm not satisfied, so I'll use you to make up for it if the problem can't be solved?" ”

Evangeline walked to the end of the room, purple blouse and black dress slowly sliding down from her footsteps, landing on the expensive carpet as if she was in a hurry.

"Well, it must be fine! No problem! Kaluga's fat body instantly became rickety again, and his eyes almost saw his crotch.

"Very well, I'll leave it to you here, I'll go rest." Evangeline took out a small dress with ribbons and lace from the full wardrobe in front of her, which just fit her figure, and her whole person seemed to be several years younger in an instant.

How many years has this been in this backwoods? Evangeline pushed open the door next to her, her movements so familiar that she felt a little strange.

Maybe it's time to ask Kronos for a new place.

The room was dark, and she walked in without stumbling.

The world suddenly became quiet, but she quickly reached out and pulled the curtains, and the sunlight pierced into the darkness and the dust appeared.

The walls are full of various lines and symbols of unknown meaning, all kinds of colors. In front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, there is a painting shelf, and next to it are piled up with oil paintings, books, and waste paper, just in a circle......

Let's draw a kitten today.

Evangeline quickly sorted out her painting tools, having been in this quiet room for years.

Suddenly, she saw a group of people dressed in familiar clothes by the wall facing the floor-to-ceiling window, the clothes, weapons, posture, and even the eyes were so familiar that they disgusted her.

Doesn't it mean that the organization is now too busy to take care of itself? Could it be that the woman standing in the back was Annabelle?

One question after another came to mind, and she turned her head in confusion, only to find that there were still a few red blood stains on her almost transparent cheeks reflected in the floor-to-ceiling window.

This painting will probably never be finished. Evangeline sighed and put down her brush.