Port of Behrens, the northernmost port of West Bailang.

The sun shone too hotly across the harbor and the surrounding neighborhoods, and the somewhat cluttered streets were littered with mud left behind for some unknown reason, undried by the almost direct sun. Of course, the excessively high relative humidity must have played a role.

Agnes carried a suitcase in one hand and took off her long leather coat and put it on her other arm.

The long-sleeved off-white mercerized blouse and black slim-fitting trousers still neatly on her body, which looked very different from the sweaty pedestrians on the street, and attracted a lot of attention.

Most of them looked away numbly at the sight of her distinctly Northlander's looks, while a few cast vague hateful glances at Agnes.

"You're too conspicuous." The girl who followed behind Agnes said to Agnes.

"Perhaps," Angnes shrugged and laughed, "but for the time being, I'll have to be more prominent. ”

She glanced at the girl who was following her, and said in a mocking tone, "Do you want to find a place to change your clothes?" ”

"There's no need," whispered the girl behind her, "you should have something to do." ”

"There's no hurry," Agnes squinted slightly, raising her hand to cover up the overly strong light, "There's still time to find a hotel to rest." ”

The girl didn't speak, and watched as Agnes reached out and stopped a carriage.

"Do you have any recommended hotels?" Agnes asked the coachman in her fluent Dutan language.

The coachman, with his dark brown skin, shaggy black hair, and softer contours, opened his eyes wide as Agnes spoke, then nodded hurriedly.

"Of course, of course, miss," the coachman replied to Agnes' question very quickly, "and out of the docks there is an inn owned by the Intis, not very high-end, but clean. If you're not in a hurry, the people of Intis, Rune, Fursack and Fenerport on the other side of the square drive ......"

Agnes smiled, raised her hand, and motioned for the coachman to stop his words.

"Is there one near the Mother Earth Church?" Agnes asked.

"Absolutely." The coachman nodded hurriedly.

"Then find one in the church of Mother Earth." Agnes said casually.

"All right, Miss!" The coachman neatly complied with Agnes' request, and diligently helped Agnes and the girl who followed Agnes to put the suitcase in the carriage, and after Agnes and the girl were seated, he carefully waved the horsewhip.

Horse-drawn carriages rolled down the brick and stone streets.

Agnes looked curiously at the untidy streets around her, the rammed earth houses had been left behind, and the small two-storey buildings of different colors were gradually revealed, and there were occasionally many houses made of masonry and stone, which clearly had the characteristics of the Northern Continent.

Agnes saw a building painted in gold, with a clear Old Highland architecture and a rare wooden porch.

"That's the town hall here." The coachman expertly explained that he didn't say much about the building, which seemed to be very distinctive.

"Ahead is our central square," said the coachman in a somewhat proud tone, "and a lot has happened here, legend has it that the ancient Highland kingdoms, having defeated the ancient Byron Empire and occupied the area, built a new city near the intersection of the mouth of the Pizarro River and the mouth of the Paz River. ”

"They invested a lot of money to build a large square in the center of the city, and arranged all the municipal and church around the square, and then radiated roads around the square......"

Agnes watched with some amazement as the coachman talked, and then glanced at the silent girl beside her.

"Now this square is generally used as a place of execution." The coachman said with some regret.

Agnes looked at the burning crematorium in the center of the square, the crowd gathered around them, and the men tied to the whipping stakes looming through the gaps between the crowds.

"What crime did he commit?" Agnes asked.

"Who knows?" The coachman sighed, "Maybe it's a lazy slave, maybe it's a native who stole the spirits of the Intis, maybe it's a rebel who has been caught...... It doesn't make a difference. ”

Agnes glanced at the silent girl beside her again, then withdrew her gaze.

"That's a terrible punishment." She whispered.

The coachman's exuberant chatter seemed to be overshadowed by the scene in the square, and the rest of the way was just a bland and casual introduction of the names of the places, until the carriage finally stopped at the inn across the road from the Church of Mother Earth.

Agnes threw over a large handful of Intis's "Kope" and got out of the car with the girl in the driver's surprised thanks.

"We were able to rest here for an afternoon." Agnes asked for an hourly room at the front desk of the hotel, and said casually to the girl who followed her.

The girl nodded, not saying anything.

Agnes pushed open the wooden door, and the damp smell was palpable, and a dark musty smell was faint.

She casually dropped her suitcase on the wooden table to the side and reached out to push open the window on the side.

"You can sleep." Agnes sat down in the chair next to the wooden table and opened her suitcase.

The girl didn't speak, but stood in the doorway and looked at Agnes with an inquiring gaze.

Agnes smiled and pulled her hand towards her face.

The elongated strands of flesh break little by little, finally revealing the soft and thin features underneath, as well as the almost pale skin. The height that was originally about the same as that of an adult woman shrank rapidly, and it was finally set at a height similar to that of a girl.

The girl's pupils constricted for a moment, and she let out an almost inaudible inhalation sound, and then regained her apparent composure in Agnes' slightly playful gaze.

She opened her mouth, said nothing, and finally remained silent as if she had given up.

"I thought you knew that." There was a hint of banter in Angnes' words, and her hands slowly stroked the mask in her hands that had restored her original appearance with a mocking smile.

"Mr. Chester only told me about you...... Not much older than me, but very strong. There was a rare hesitation in the girl's words.

"Well," Agnes smiled, "I'm not much older than you. ”

She raised her hand to put the mask in her hand back on her face, and the mask with a little hardness melted under the palm of her hand, and then gradually covered her whole body.

The shrinking height regained visible growth until it remained slightly shorter than Ella. Slightly longer brown hair quickly shortens in length and darkens until it becomes a short black hair that is unkempt. The pale skin color visibly darkens to the naked eye, and finally stays bronzed.

Agnes slowly lowered her face-covering palms, smiled at the girl who was staring at her motionlessly, and turned her head to look at the glass window that reflected her face.

What caught her eyes was a young man from the Southern Continent who looked fifteen or sixteen years old, with a delicate face and a thin body, with a little coldness in his brown eyes.