The intuition of the crisis can only tell the existence of the crisis, but it cannot solve the crisis, just like Lani did not save her mother in the first place.

Her mother died in a group "party", and Lani clearly felt the existence of the crisis, but unfortunately her mother didn't care about her words, or maybe she didn't care, but she was reluctant, after all, the guests were generous and generous, which helped her plan to save money and leave.

The person in charge of the "party" didn't even bother to check the lives of the men and women who were "props", and threw them away like rags, and it took Lani a long time to find her mother out of the pile of people who looked like corpses or were really corpses.

Lani never wondered why she left the Red Theater after her mother's death, after all, when she left, hunger and cold accompanied her, even though she was a natural "criminal". Even when she grew into a girl, she suffered the same things that happened to her mother, and she was still as incapable of resisting as her mother was at that time, even if her intuition of the crisis was still sensitive.

The Sunia Sea is a chaotic place, and the filthy and brutal Rune, who claim to be superior, regard it as a privilege; The so-called docile natives are pious and ignorant, and they are honored to be stained with blood for the so-called "sea gods"; And there are people who don't care about these things, they just want to turn the world into an abyss.

Lani jumped off the edge of the reef, feeling the salty water flood her mouth and nose, and couldn't help but pull the corners of her mouth silently, she was no different from those people now.

What her mother insisted on had long since turned out to be only an inexplicable and helpless expectation, and she felt more than once that she really believed at some point that what her mother said was just the naïve ignorance of youth.

The people whom Mother expected were pious and ignorant, weak and incompetent, were no less than the most desperate prostitutes of the Red Theatre, as if they had been lying in a grave since birth, waiting only for the last earth to be filled.

Mother never recognized this, but she should.

Lani struggled to avoid the current rushing towards the reef, to prevent herself from crashing against the reef with the waves of the water, and the ships in the harbor not far away, and the slight sense of crisis in her heart gradually disappeared.

A jumble of memories flooded through Lani's mind as she took a deep breath and swam towards the ship not far away.

......

"It seems that this lady Lani doesn't want to see me." Agnes whispered as she looked at the waves beneath the reef.

"The most important thing is that you just gave up the chance to catch her." Nightingale's voice rang in Angnes' ears.

Agnes couldn't help but smile helplessly, looked at the pitch-black flowers with a cold luster in her palms, sighed, and entered her own spirituality, and the pitch-black flowers slowly contracted and grew in reverse, gradually transforming into pitch-black seeds.

"A thirst for anger that grows constantly,"

"The owner of this desire should not have an expectation beyond the abyss, but the candle flame immersed in the sewage illuminates the surrounding environment with itself, but unfortunately the surroundings are still dark."

Agnes's mind quickly scanned the message, which made her frown before stopping her own spiritual infusion of the seed.

Almost instantly, the pitch-black seeds in front of me grew back into pitch-black flowers with a cold luster, and a little gray-black mist escaped from them at the same time, wrapping around the flowers.

Agnes raised her eyebrows, re-injecting a little spirituality into it, and the pitch-black flower turned into a pitch-black seed in Agnes' hands again.

Agnes waited for a moment, stopping her own spiritual infusion.

"Maybe I shouldn't have let her go," Agnes said after a moment of silence as she looked at the seeds of the flower that had turned black again in her hand, "She's a little special. ”

"You just have a little pity for her," said Nightingale, "I don't think what you have just done makes a difference, I believe you will always be able to see her if you wish. ”

"Pity as a human being," Agnes repeated with a chuckle, then shook her head and said, "No, just because I didn't think it was necessary before." ”

"Now that she's made her choice," Angnes whispered in a calm voice, "her choice should be respected." ”

"Pure flowers do grow in the sludge, but more than that"

"In the past, she didn't get the mercy she deserved when she needed it, and now it's a joke to try to give her mercy when she doesn't need it."

Agnes said in an almost mocking tone.

"She's not Mino, Milo is confused, and Lani ......" Agnes paused before continuing: "Lani's heart is full of anger, even ......"

Agnes hesitated to stop her words and said in a somewhat confused tone, "I'm a little curious about the origin of her 'criminal' character......"

"I always feel like I've seen someone who looks like her somewhere......"

……

"Byam."

Dressed in a black suitcase, Rune looked at the noisy docks, casting a shadow like a light veil on the horizon.

"Dreiser...... Mr. A man with deep features, wheat-colored skin, and thick limbs that looked like a typical Rune man stepped forward and saluted the young man, and said with a little excitement.

"Anthony." Dreiser nodded, whispering.

"We've got you covered." Anthony took the suitcase from Dreiser's hand and said to Dreiser's with a smile.

"Okay," Dreiser, who didn't stop Anthony, nodded calmly and took the lead, "About the purpose of my ...... here"

"I've got you covered," Anthony smiled and nodded, walking over to Dreiser's side, "That lady didn't try to hide her whereabouts......"

He paused for a moment, then said to Agnes with some excitement, "The hotel I have arranged for you is the same one where she and her companions are staying. ”

Dreiser's footsteps paused, and he turned to look at Anthony, "Did you contact the lady?" ”

"We await your decision." Anthony said as he looked at Dreiser.

Dreiser's hand holding the cane used a little force, and he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"It's a little too presumptuous," Dreiser's said slowly, "we should have visited the lady earlier." ”

"Tomorrow, as long as she's there," Dreiser's voice deepened slightly, his cane-holding hand showing a blue vein, "we'll go." ”