The weather along the bay is always changing, and the midday rainstorm almost obscures the entire world. The rain has turned into dirty water in some of the cluttered streets, and there is no one on the streets anymore.

But there are still people there, such as prey trying to escape from the hands of certain predators.

The man's rapid gasps and the sound of splashing water from the fall of heavy footsteps were mixed with the sound of the rain, but they were all the more pronounced. A soaking wet figure appeared from around the corner in the alley clutching his shoulders, the rain flowing from his shoulders carrying a heavy smell of blood.

The man's gaze glanced around, resting on the garbage heap at the end of the alley that had been backlogged for days. Rainwater pours down from the top of the garbage dump, and yellowed sewage flows out of the corners of the ground and into the water that flows towards the side of the street.

The man jumped on the garbage heap and climbed up the wall at the end of the alley, but stopped at the end of the wall, his gaze fixed on the alley on the other side of the wall, cold sweat mixed with the rain, flowing through the collar and winding down his back.

"Crazy ......," the man couldn't help but curse in a low voice.

A slight malicious chuckle came through the rain, and he saw the figure of a woman in a wide-brimmed hat and a long leather coat standing in the middle of the alley opposite, disappear from his eyes, and then he felt a force coming from behind him.

He fell off the wall.

The man's face twitched, a muffled grunt of pain came out of his throat, and he closed his mouth.

"Perseverance is good." The woman's voice came from above, full of malice, the hem of the long leather coat swaying close to the ground, and the rain flowed down the lines of the leather coat, dripping to the ground, dotting a little ripple on the water flowing down the street, and then drowning in the ripples of raindrops.

"You can run away a little longer." The corners of the leather coat moved outwards a little, and then froze, and the woman's malicious voice came from a little farther away.

The man couldn't help but curse a few swear words, but closed his mouth at the sound of the heels of his leather boots hitting the ground.

The woman was simply sick, and the man couldn't help but think, his life was not worth much gold, and even only had bounties in Fenerport and Rune, shouldn't the target of a hunter of this woman's level be those pirates who were wanted by all countries and had a bounty of thousands of dollars? For such a person, hunting him is a complete waste of time.

Ten minutes ago, he was sitting peacefully in the bar drinking the rare cheap Southwell beer he had exchanged for two pennies, but now, a few minutes later, he was like a sheep targeted by a wolf, desperately fleeing for his last struggle.

The point is that the woman is like a wolf playing with her prey, and because she is not hungry, she treats her hunt as a game.

He couldn't figure out how he got into such a madman, as an ordinary pirate leader with a bounty of only a few hundred gold liso, he knew very well who he could afford to provoke and who he couldn't afford to mess with, after all, he wanted to make a sum of money and quit the business.

And what it has to do with women...... He has basically only been exposed to warblers......

The sound of the rain affected his hearing, making it difficult for him to hear movement a few steps away, only the sound of breathing in his own chest. He felt dizzy, his consciousness was a little blurred after a long run, and he knew that he couldn't escape, so he gave up the struggle and almost fell to the ground.

"Did you give up?" The woman's sighing voice came through the rain curtain with a hint of disappointment.

The sound of his boots hitting the ground mingled with the rain that seemed a bit loud and bustle, and he could clearly perceive that it was coming from in front of him.

"Look up." A female voice with a little malice in her ears sounded, and a force pressed straight down his forehead, forcing him to lift his head up in a position that almost broke his neck, and the rain that ran down his face almost forced it into his mouth.

He struggled to open his eyes, trying to see the woman's face through the rain that almost formed a curtain in front of him, but the face under the wide-brimmed hat was blurred and distorted in the rain, only the little smile of madness and joy at the corner of his mouth was so clear.

The man's eyes widened little by little, and only the crazy and joyful smile on the corner of the woman's mouth remained in his eyes.

The corners of the alley fell silent, and the world seemed to be silent again.

......

Agnes stood up and slowly closed her eyes.

She felt as if something in her body had melted, spreading throughout her body, and she could clearly feel that the part of her body that belonged to the "madman" had finally finished digesting, and the part of the "werewolf" had also shown slight signs of digestion that she could feel.

It's not in vain that she's busy all the way around, hunting suitable pirates.

The digestion of the "madman" part had already been on the right path in Bodivia before, but it still took more than ten days, until now, when it arrived at the port of Tiana, the digestion was completed.

And about the digestion of the "werewolf" part......

Agnes couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

She had a vague sense of the "werewolf" - when she used the pirates she hunted as just a few things to support her life, as food to satisfy her appetite, then taking their lives was like a natural hunt, and after she had completed such hunts many times, she could clearly feel the digestion of the characteristics of her body.

However, Agnes still feels that she has not yet found a suitable way to play, as evidenced by the slow digestion of the "werewolf" characteristics in her body.

Next, she needs to carefully figure out how to play "Werewolf", and strive to complete the digestion of "Werewolf" before finding Cain Chester.

"Is my first madness still there?" Agnes asked, looking at the puddle that reflected her face.

Hye-jin's face appeared next to Agnes' shadow in the puddle.

"The madness that is already there, although it has weakened the factors that sustain its formation, will not disappear for a while and a half."

Agnes nodded.

"I see."

She turned her head to look at the corpse whose neck had been twisted into a strange position, the blood flowing from the deep bone-visible wound on the corpse's shoulder and the muddy sewage on the ground mixed with it, almost soaking the whole person.

Agnes pursed her lips in disgust before reaching out and carrying some weight of the corpse on her shoulders.

"It's the fruits of today's labor, and it can't be wasted." Agnes sighed.