Agnes couldn't help but think of a flying polyid-like figure when she looked at her, and couldn't help twitching the corners of her mouth.

The face of a person who doesn't look like a real person has an attraction that seems to come from imagination, the eyes that are like snowflakes and the skin that is slightly dull seem to exude a soft light, and the hair that looks transparent seems to be dancing in accordance with the fluctuations in the air, and what attracts her attention the most is the clothing on Nightingale's body-

Those fabrics that look sometimes heavy and sometimes thin always seem to have a new trend that is ahead of the times, looking like waves on the seaside; A circle of tinker-like fibers fluttered around the waist, dancing with the fluctuations in the air, and the slight expansion of the ends made it clear to Agnes that the fibers were in a hidden continuity, like strings hidden in a beautiful rhythm.

Agnes struggled to keep the smile on her face less pronounced, but Nightingale was keenly aware of what she was thinking.

"Laugh if you want," said Nightingale, a little depressed, "I thought that people in the present world would think it was beautiful, and from their impressions, people would like it." ”

Agnes rubbed her cheeks and pressed the corners of her mouth.

"There's a sense of beauty," said Agnes softly, "but it's a little bit incomprehensible to the general aesthetic. ”

"And," said Agnes after a pause, "your impression comes from those who are at the forefront of art, many of whom have an aesthetic beyond the ordinary, and if you take their general aesthetic as a reference,"

Agnes couldn't help but put a slight smile on the corner of her mouth, "For most people, the image you let yourself present is a little too exaggerated. ”

Nightingale looked a little sullen, and Agnes couldn't help but reach out and rub her cheek.

"It doesn't matter," said Agnes with a smile, "you're special, there's no need to change yourself according to other people's ideas." Since this is the image you think you should have, it's okay to let the other guys get to know you. ”

Seeing Nightingale's still serious face, Agnes couldn't help but pinch her nose, "If you encounter a special situation that has to make others unable to see you, just disguise it to the extent that it conforms to other people's understanding." ”

"Alright," Agnes rubbed Nightingale's cheek casually, "I want to go to a place to investigate and verify something, do you want to accompany me?" It may be necessary to be a little more hidden. ”

Nightingale finally took her attention off her image, "Where are you going, ma'am?" ”

"Well," said Agnes after a moment's hesitation, and in an uncertain tone, "if you may, the Red Theater?" ”

The tips of Nightingale's ears instantly turned a little red.

......

"Red Theater," Agnes raised her eyebrows, looking at the vast red building in front of her, "and from the outside, it looks so lively. ”

Judging from the street corner here, there are people coming and going, and the carriages are alternate, and there is no feeling of late night.

"It's no wonder that many pirates are willing to risk being caught and want to come here to see it." Agnes said with a smile on her lips.

"Ma'am, how are you going to get in?" Nightingale's voice rang in Angnes' ears, and slight ripples appeared and disappeared in Agnes's right ear, and the agate-colored stud earrings looked strangely asymmetrical compared to the emerald stud earrings in her left ear.

Agnes smiled and stroked her right ear, "Walk in, of course." ”

"But it's all men who go in!" Nightingale's voice was a little louder, and Agnes could clearly feel her anxiety.

"There's no rule that women can't come here to consume," said Agnes, hooking the corners of her mouth, "Nightingale, how did you learn a bunch of stereotypes in this world?" ”

"Ma'am, you ...... I ......" The voice in her ear fell silent for a few words, and Agnes didn't hear the next words for a full minute.

"Peace of mind," said Agnes with a smile, "I'm just kidding, the Red Theater is full of people, there are forces from all sides, and maybe there will even be extraordinary people of their own strength or some guys with deep backgrounds to have fun, and I should never attract the attention of those people now." ”

"So you're ready to dive in?" Nightingale asked, seemingly relieved.

"Uh-huh." Agnes nodded in response, "To be honest, if it weren't for you to show me the way and plan a safe enough route, I would never have come here directly, I don't want to make a crazy mess here." ”

"Understood, ma'am." Nightingale replied seriously.

"Well, I'm going to be silent for the rest of the while," Angnes whispered, "I'm going to trouble you, Nightingale. ”

Nightingale's serious voice came from her ears, and Agnes raised her head to look at the bustling red building doorway, and muttered in a low voice as if she was unwilling: "Sooner or later, one day I will walk through the main entrance openly." ”

She reached out and gently stroked the blue gem on the bracelet "Aurelio's Gift", which was still on her wrist, and her figure began to disappear inch by inch, and finally disappeared without a trace.

......

"The intense lust of a lucky pirate." Agnes squatted on the beams of the room and looked at the men and women below her with overlapping bodies, extremely engaged, her gaze swept over the crimson flowers that had almost taken shape in her control, and her face couldn't help but become strange.

"It turns out that as long as I am close enough when the desire erupts, I can remember." Agnes thought about it, but just looked at the flower that had formed in her hand, and didn't make any extra moves.

"And this desire must have come from the man below, and judging from the situation of the desire I felt, the lady below did not have such a desire." Agnes reached out and touched the flower that had taken shape slightly, then lowered her head to look at the increasingly intense movement below.

"It doesn't seem like that alone has made any difference to this man." Agnes thoughtfully refocused her attention on the crimson flower in her hand, "And it was at this point that Lawrence was out of control, so it seems that my thoughts of them would not cause them to get out of control. ”

"Well, the follow-up action," Agnes slowly threw her spirituality into the flower in her palm, "will this have an effect on the owner of the desire?" ”