"Either disappear after a moment of gratification, or change beyond recognition in a constant growth."

Agnes walked slowly to the window and looked out.

"Lust is such a thing."

Little by little, her gaze swept over the boiling crowd that might be described as madness, and finally stopped at the tower with an inexplicable flame, and the high-pitched singing voice seemed to fly towards the whole city at this moment on the hot wind with indescribable colors, rendering almost half of the sky, and it looked like a torch was raised in the night sky.

Anderson and the others only felt a creepy sense of crisis stabbing along the half-open window with the sound of music, half of the blood seemed to be boiling, and half of it was so cold that it seemed to be frozen.

"Burn!"

Indescribable colors almost obscured everything in front of him.

"Die!"

The unstoppable tremor carries a tinnitus sensation that seems to pierce the brain.

"Wake up!"

The heartbeat increased uncontrollably, as if it could jump out of the chest at any moment, rushing towards the source of the song.

Agnes pushed the half-open window open completely, and the scorching wind poured in through the wide open window, and her body seemed to have dark red and purple markings for one moment, and then disappeared completely the next, and her figure had fallen on the bluestone paved ground with ashes or something else.

Then, in the next moment, her figure stepped on the surging crowd and headed towards the tower.

Anderson only felt that his brain, which had fallen into chaos in the singing, had cleared up a little in the wind that was blowing in, and then in the next moment, his blood was almost completely frozen in the piercing sense of crisis, and the whole person was completely calm.

He turned his head a little stiffly, and saw a somewhat tattered skirt with signs of decay.

"Ah, what a wonderful night," Anderson's voice sounded exactly as usual, "and it was a pleasure to meet you, Countess. ”

"You're not so happy, sir," said the woman, whose delicate makeup could not hide the signs of decay under her skin, and she turned her head to look at Edvina and Okfa who were watching her warily, and sighed faintly, "You need not worry, I will not hurt you, under His watchful eye. ”

"Is he referring to the god that Miss Poyesia worshipped?" Adevina spoke.

"Believe?" The woman laughed, "Maybe more than ......"

The woman said no more when she was halfway through her words, but looked through the window with a wistful gaze in the direction of the flaming tower.

"The final end," she said, her words sounding like an aria in her eyes, "sometimes the disappearance or change of desire is indeed the same as 'death', and the dream of weaving will eventually freeze in the state it 'ought to have.'" ”

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Agnes walked slowly up the stairs to the top of the tower.

There was nothing on the top of the tower, neither human nor phantom, except for the gray dust on the ground and the black cracks floating in the air.

Occasionally, a few drops of black mud dripped from it, dissolving into a complete gray-black mist in midair, dispersing, and then vanishing.

Agnes stood still at the top of the stairs for a moment before slowly stepping forward.

She slowly stretched her left hand towards the gray-black mist that gradually dispersed, the black mud dripping downward, and the black crack floating in the air.

She saw the gray-black markings spread along her fingertips and palms, little by little, and then completely retracted in the next moment, repeating the cycle, and the black cracks disappeared little by little, looking like invisible flesh and blood filled the cracked void.

She saw that the gray-black markings had completely stopped growing, the black cracks had completely disappeared, and the tiny black dots on the abdomen of her left ring finger looked like moles that had grown there from birth.

The intense pain accompanied by uncontrollable panic arose from the bottom of my heart, and then quietly disappeared in the next moment as if something had been sucked away.

Agnes laughed as she looked at her fingers, and the light of the flames around her seemed to leap up in her eyes, reflecting her own limbs.

She turned to look at the window shattered in the flames, crystal-like shards refracting her figure, and she reached out to pull it at her face, the elongated flesh breaking little by little, revealing the soft, thin features below.

She looked at the calm, cold gray-blue eyes, and finally laughed until she crouched on the ground with her stomach covered by her obviously loose clothing.

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"I want to give you something." The woman stared at the people and said.

Almost all of them became more vigilant after the woman's words fell.

"Don't be so nervous," the woman said with a smile, "maybe it's more like a deal for you." ”

"What do you want us to do?" Adevina asked.

"I once gave a part of my memories to a painter," the woman turned to something else, "and then gave some of the knowledge he wanted to adventurers who came after him." ”

"All I ask of them is to help me find traces of Him, but maybe those times are too early......"

The woman sighed, then looked at the people steadily, and did not continue to speak for a moment.

"I have only one request," the woman began, "to record the traces of Aliadeni's presence, by whatever means. ”

"Sounds so simple," Anderson said, shrugging his shoulders, "but we haven't seen Mr. Aliadhni, not even a phantom." ”

The woman glanced at Anderson and said, "That Miss Poyesia knows. ”

"You seek knowledge," the woman turned to Edwina, "I can't give you knowledge directly, but I can give you clues that I know of the former Trensoster Empire and its descendants, and you may be able to find what you want from those clues." ”

"Why can you give away the aforementioned adventurer's knowledge?" Adevina asked.

"You want to know? can tell you. The woman seemed to laugh but not smile, "because he is watching him, and you are different from him, and you will inevitably be polluted by him if you give you knowledge directly." ”

Edwina's eyes gradually brought a little thought.

The woman ignored Adewina's reaction and turned to look at Anderson.

"You pursue freedom, but I can't give you freedom directly, I can only make you more likely to live before you get what you want."

"Sounds plausible," Anderson nodded, "so what?" ”

"A seal formed after the death of a member of the Sauron family," the woman said, tilting her head, "He was about five sequences during his lifetime?" ”

Anderson took a deep breath before he spoke:

"It's really the right medicine."

The woman set her gaze on Okfa and smiled when Okfa couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

"You want to live an ordinary life, but first, either you have the power to take down the person who has malice towards you," the smile on her lips is incomprehensible, "or, make the other person lose power." ”

"Choose." The woman said as she looked at Okfa.

Okfa exhaled, closed his eyes and opened them again before he spoke, "I don't have the confidence to bring down everyone, but I think I can still do it if they lose their strength." ”

"Trust me, you'll be happy with it."

The woman smiled meaningfully, and she whispered.