The girl looked at Agnes steadily, not reacting to Agnes's words of self-introduction.

Agnes smiled, not paying attention to the girl's silence, and looked up at the ticket information on the wooden board standing on the side.

"It looks like there are no passenger ships to the Southern Continent today." Agnes said in a somewhat regretful tone.

The girl remained silent, but got up and followed Agnes as she turned to walk towards the ticket office.

"Two tickets to the port of Belens tomorrow morning."

Agnes casually handed over a few large bills and said aloud.

"Are you going to go to Sibailon first?" The girl behind her suddenly asked.

"There are some situations that you can only know if you see them." Agnes nodded and replied softly.

The girl did not speak again.

Agnes took back her ticket and change, and walked out of the ticket hall with her suitcase.

"I thought you'd choose East Bailang, it looks a little better there." The girl behind her was silent for a while before speaking.

"Well," Angnes nodded, "I know. ”

The girl didn't say anything more, but followed Agnes until Agnes reached the edge of the block.

The almost inky forest reflected the darkening night sky, a strangely warm glow radiating at the junction of the canopy and the sky, which was completely different from the sky, but instead made the forest below look more like a ghost shrouded in black robes. The vocals and waves are so far away that they sound almost completely non-existent.

"You're a 'madman' now?" Agnes suddenly looked at the girl and asked.

The girl didn't speak, but nodded.

"'Madman'......" Angnes sighed softly, once again she seemed to taste the sweet earth that filled her mouth, but the next moment it seemed to be just an illusion of touch.

"Are you ready to be promoted to 'Werewolf'?" Agnes asked again.

"When you go back and see the teacher, you can be promoted." The girl replied in a calm tone.

"'Werewolf,'" said Angness, taking off the wide-brimmed hat above her head, "a wolf and a man, neither a wolf nor a man......"

"Is this what you learned when you played Werewolf?" The girl asked aloud as she looked at Agnes, who was sitting casually against a tree.

"No," Agnes shook her head, "that's what I'm thinking now. ”

"What is 'xenomorph'?" Agnes fiddled with the damp dead branches under her feet, "Unlike 'me', it's 'xenomorph'. ”

"For most ordinary people, 'prisoners' and 'madmen' are people who are different from them, and for the entire human species, 'werewolves' must also be different from their species, but this is only from the perspective of human beings."

"What if you stand on a much wider scale? What is 'xenogene'? Agnes looked up and stared at the girl who was looking at her.

The girl looked at Agnes and didn't give any response, only a little trace of thought could be seen in those blue eyes.

"'Xenomorphs' can't find a place to belong," Agnes said, her words sounding like muttering to herself, "to others, he's an 'Xeno,' and to him, others aren't Xenos." ’”

"Those who have different behaviors, different thoughts, different desires, different abilities, different lives, ......"

"You're a little extreme." The girl interrupted Agnes with a rare voice.

"Maybe." Agnes jumped up from the ground and slapped the dirt off the long leather jacket she was wearing.

"I need to find something fresh and flesh different," she smiled at the girl and shrugged her shoulders, "I've been eating sashimi on the boat a little bit these days." ”

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"Land of Hope", "Capital of Mando", Beckland.

Milo rudely put away the handwritten papers that were haphazardly placed on the table, and the dictionary that had been placed on the edge of the desk fell from the edge of the desk to the floor under his movements.

He stopped, slapped the paper on the table, stooped over the thick cover of the dictionary and threw it on the table.

He fell backwards haphazardly, his back slamming against the wooden back of his chair, his eyes resting on the paper on the table for a long time.

"Ma'am......" Milo's words sounded like a random sigh between his teeth, and he lifted his hands to pull at the hair that was gradually growing on the sides of his sideburns, and let out a long breath.

A knock on the door interrupted his somewhat depressed movements, and he straightened up, straightened the paper on the table, and looked at the unpainted wooden door.

"Please come in, sir." Milo spoke.

Dreiser, with a slight chill of wind, walked into the room, a heavy woollen jacket with lapels over his shoulders, and a cane in one hand that made a "click" sound on the wooden floor.

"Grammar knowledge?" He glanced at the paper in Milo's hand and said with a smile, with a slight sigh in his tone, "It's too hard, Mr. Madeleine, but the carriage has arrived, and we have to go." ”

"Got it." Mi Luo nodded, put the things on the table into the suitcase on the side, picked up the woolen jacket on the back of the chair with one hand, draped it over his body, and walked out with the suitcase.

Dreiser grabbed Milo's shoulder with one hand, placed a felt hat on top of Milo's head as he looked at him dissatisfied, and then raised his hand to help Milo fasten the breasted button of his coat.

"I know that Madame Poyesia has made a high request of you," he said, "but...... I think health is also one of her implicit requirements, and Beckland's winters are still quite cold, at least colder than Fenerport's Bodivia. ”

Millo looked at Dreiser for a moment, then brushed his hand away, straightened the felt hat on top of his head, and fastened all the buttons of his coat.

"Let's go." Milo said, and walked outside with a few words.

Dreiser smiled at Milo's back and followed Milo outside.

The gray sky was unusually gloomy, and a yellowish mist enveloped every block, and the homeless man was huddled in the shadows under the eaves, and the shadows were not real in the dim light of the street lamps.

Milo carefully stepped on the steps and jumped onto the concrete road, pausing before striding towards the carriage.

A somewhat wizened hand gripped Milo's slender ankle as he stepped along.

Milo was shocked, and subconsciously stepped on the arm of the person who was grabbing him with his other foot.

There was a slight muffled snort, and Mi Luo was stunned for a moment, and the foot that stepped on her arm slowly loosened her strength.

He ignored the foot he was grabbing, held the suitcase in his arms, slowly squatted down, stretched out a hand, and brushed away the messy black hair that covered the man's facial features, revealing a pair of brown eyes that were a little distracted and features that were somewhat similar to his own.

Mi Luo watched quietly for a moment before exhaling.

"Daniel."

He whispered.