"That's your mission, isn't it?" Agnes smiled and said, "Otherwise, you won't be able to get the follow-up formula, will you?" ”

"The assassination took place in the theater," Lunn looked a little helpless, "and the failure of that assassination not only made people talk about it, but the protective force around Mr. Lord was also strengthened and vigilance increased. ”

"So," Agnes laughed, adding some sugar to her cup and stirring it with a teaspoon, "this assassination is too difficult for you?" ”

"It was an assassination that was neither necessary nor extremely risky." Lunn stared at Agnes with blazing eyes and said, "And I know you think so too. ”

"You're just interested in why the person behind it has already been assassinated, aren't you?" Lunn said in a low voice.

"Actually, I'm not particularly interested." Agnes casually said, "I'm just looking for something to do while I wait for the theater weekend to perform." ”

"And this sensational assassination is undoubtedly a good subject to investigate." Agnes took her coffee and drank it.

"I see." Lunn nodded, with a serious look, "I'll do my best." ”

He reached out and picked up the black courtesy placed on the table and placed it on his head, "I will do my best to present you with a game that is enough to please you." ”

Agnes couldn't help but choke on the coffee she had just poured into her mouth.

Lunn bowed to his chest, opened the door and walked out.

"Lady Poyesia, ...... you" Milo's hesitant voice came from the side, and Agnes patted her chest and turned her head, seeing Milo standing by the door that had been pushed open, looking at Agnes with some hesitation.

"Are you okay?" Milo asked hesitantly.

"I'm fine," Agnes suppressed her cough and asked instead, "Are you going out?" ”

Milo nodded.

"Do you want me to accompany you?" Agnes stood up and poured out the unfinished coffee from her cup.

"If only you had time." Milo watched as Agnes removed her long trench coat from the hanger, her voice tinged with anticipation.

"Then let's go."

Agnes smiled and put her wide-brimmed hat on her head.

......

"Like Bodivia, it looks peaceful during the day." Milo looked at the people who were hurrying around, and suddenly turned to Agnes and said.

"But?" Agnes asked, raising an eyebrow.

"But I can still feel the gloom in the dark and narrow places." Milo looked down at the alley not far from the side of the bar, puddles of dirty water on the cracked ground were faintly visible, and rubbish such as water-soaked newspapers and broken bricks were hidden in dark corners.

"You can find something different." Agnes glanced at it and said, "There's always something different." ”

"Have you been to many cities?" Milo lifted her head and let her eyes meet Agnes' eyes.

"I've only been to a few," said Agnes with a smile, "after all, I wasn't very well when I was a kid, and I hardly went out." ”

"And what do you like about the city you lived in as a child?" Milo asked.

Agnes smiled and nodded, reflecting on Fenerport, Aurelio, Rossi, and Rhaenys.

"I think I like it." She said.

"But I don't really like Bodivia." Milo retracted his gaze, lowered his head, and said, "Daniel is always busy, in order to earn money to buy bread, but sometimes he can only come back empty-handed after a busy day; Mrs. Wellington was always willing to give the homeless a chance to work, but when she was blackmailed by the gangs, they only dared to get out of the way; Mrs. Morris was very kind to the children, but Mr. Morris would always beat her when she was drunk. ”

Agnes didn't speak, waiting for Milo's next words.

"Bodivia has always been like this," said Milo after a pause, "and Ellesmere doesn't make a difference. ”

"I used to wonder if it was because Bodivia had fallen that my dear father and mother would behave like that, that there would be so many homeless people and gangsters in the city, and that the incompetent would seek out those who were weaker than them to vent." Milo couldn't help but clench her fists and looked up at Agnes, "After all, I have always been able to feel the haze of numbness and despair that those fallen gods love the most, always hovering over Bodivia. ”

"But now it doesn't seem to be what I thought it was."

Agnes could clearly see that the fragile camouflage in Milo's eyes that had not collapsed under his somewhat immature thoughts, and that the fragile camouflage that had maintained its original shape was quietly crumbling, and the raging darkness rolled in his eyes, as if it was about to overwhelm him.

Agnes couldn't help but sigh in her heart, as half a secret Qi person, even if Mi Luo usually behaves normally, she will still be a little extreme.

"Would you like to go back to Bodivia at some point and see Mrs. Wellington and Mrs. Morris?" Agnes asked, crouching down and holding her hand on Milo's shoulder.

Milo nodded almost without hesitation.

"Then you don't hate Bodivia that much." Agnes let go of her hand and reached out to open Milo's clenched fist, "No one likes every aspect of a city. ”

"Sometimes you find it a little annoying." Agnes tugged at the corners of her mouth.

"I think I liked the city I lived in when I was a kid," Agnes said, taking Milo's hand and walking forward, "but I really don't like politicians who play with power." ”

Agnes half-lowered her gaze at the brick-paved road beneath her feet, which was not very smooth.

"You can't figure out what they're thinking," she whispered, "and they always have secrets to hide from you." ”

"You don't know what's important in their hearts, whether they love their families more or the laws more."

Agnes subconsciously clenched her hand holding Milo, and then immediately relaxed a little when she realized it.

"Even if you question him, he just has a calm face, and even calmly asks you why you are angry." Agnes had a mocking smile on her face, "And then when you were about to do something that didn't fit his plan, he took the initiative to show weakness and use all the friendship between you and him as a bargaining chip to make you obedient......"

Agnes stopped her words and took a deep breath, allowing her face to soften.

"It's annoying," Agnes tugged at the corners of her mouth, "but it doesn't affect what I like about the rest." ”

"But it's because I like it that I think those annoying places are particularly dazzling." Agnes said as she looked down at Milo.

Milo didn't speak, just looked at Agnes with some concern, "Are you talking about your relatives?" ”

Agnes nodded hesitantly.

"Are you the daughter of Count Pagni?" Milo looked at Agnes and asked suddenly.