"From a very early age, I didn't believe that the existence that you and your parents believed in could bring me what I expected."

Mi Luo picked up the black tea that was emitting the white mist and took a sip gently. His gaze looked at the withered man sitting across from him, as if watching a familiar and warm flame.

"All my pain and misfortune comes from power that I didn't want to have," Milo said slowly in Fenerport's voice, looking directly into the man's eyes, "but ...... It's a gift to my father, it's a gift to my mother, and even now you think so. ”

"I've always wondered," Milo closed her eyes slightly, "whether your thoughts were born of yourselves or were they guided by that disgusting extraordinary power?" Or are you no longer the same you, and you as human beings have long since been replaced by extraordinary powers, and you have become this self-recognizable appearance? ”

The withered man quietly looked at Mi Luo's seemingly calm appearance, and was silent for a long time.

"I don't know......," the withered man said for a long time, "I'm sorry. ”

"yes," Milo's voice almost sighed, "you don't know ......"

"I don't care what my father and mother are like, what they think of me," Milo clenched his right hand as he held the teaspoon, "but you've chosen the same path as them......

"So you chose to turn your back on the Lord?" The withered man interrupted Mi Luo's words, and his body gradually trembled a little in Mi Luo's eyes, as if he could faintly hear the shriveled bones crashing like broken glass.

"Betrayal?" Milo chuckled.

"You should understand that I didn't choose from the very beginning." Milo looked at the withered man with fixed eyes, and her voice was low.

"I'm really angry that you didn't choose me, but that's your choice," Milo retracted her gaze, the teaspoon in her hand moving slightly, rippling the light brown water, "but the most important thing for me is how inevitable it is. ”

"Is it from your heart, or is it ......?"

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"New name, Sharif Hashem."

Agnes looked at the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy reflected in the glass window, and whispered in a frank voice.

She tore a piece of paper from her spread notebook, wrote down a few lines, and placed it on the table.

"Nightingale." Agnes called softly.

Faint ripples spread in front of Angnes, and Nightingale appeared and disappeared in the form of a little nightingale, taking Agnes' suitcase, leaving behind a long-sleeved shirt woven of linen, trousers, and a wide-sleeved burqa, and a Gully-Rangs-the-violin with a golden bull's head.

The girl sat upright on the wooden chair with the backrest, and the fine black spots were faintly visible in every corner of the wooden chair, and she quietly watched as Agnes changed her costume and finally broke the silence.

"Your eyes are too bright, and your clothes are too clean," the maiden whispered, "for a Sibailan." ”

Agnes turned her head to look into the girl's eyes, her almost assessing gaze to see what was in the girl's eyes. Then, the brown eyes that stared at the girl seemed to ignite a flame, and then weakened little by little, until they remained in a state that seemed to be buried in ashes, burning but not burning, and not extinguishing.

"Thank you very much," Agnes nodded in satisfaction, then said to the girl who had frozen in her gaze, "I'm sorry to scare you." ”

"No, you didn't scare me," the girl's body relaxed a little, but her face turned a little pale, "It's just that your overly focused gaze will make some whispers appear in my ears." ”

"Is that so? Haven't encountered it before. Agnes subconsciously raised her hand when she heard the content of the girl's words, and paused when she saw the black dot on the belly of her left ring finger, and then pressed her hand directly to the corner of her forehead, and nodded slightly, "This is also something that cannot be helped, I will try to avoid it." ”

The girl nodded, but did not speak, and the room fell completely silent for a moment.

Agnes looked at the girl and sighed helplessly.

"Well, it seems that none of us are the kind of people who will take the initiative to liven up the atmosphere."

The girl blinked under Agnes' helpless gaze and did not speak.

"It's time to go." Agnes put away the helplessness on her face and said softly.

"Does it matter if the above content makes someone else?" The girl asked aloud as she looked at the paper that Agnes had thrown on the table.

"It doesn't matter," Agnes said, glancing at the paper, "it's just a useless emotion." ”

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"Is Agnes here?"

Even in the hot and humid port of Belens, the brown-haired, blue-eyed young man wore a gray mercerized long-sleeved shirt and darker trousers of the same tone, a long coat with a finely decorated neckline, and black boots that shone in the light. He did not put his arms in the sleeves of his coat, but draped the whole coat over his shoulders like a cloak, and held a silver-encrusted cane in one hand.

Presumably the port of Bellens is still a little too hot.

"It's Sister Pagni, Mr. Aurelio Pagni." The priest, dressed in a brown bishop's robe, corrected the young man's salutation with some helplessness.

"Thanks to Mother Spirit's guidance, of course I understand," Aurelio said with a hypocritical, self-deprecating smile as he looked at the bishop, "but whatever Agnes is now, she will always be my sister Agnes Pagni. ”

"Sister Pagani came here in half an hour, but she didn't stay here." The bishop sighed and did not correct Aurelio again, "She said that she was going to see what the real Sibailan looked like. ”

"She has the potential to become a saint." The bishop paused, and couldn't help but add.

As if he hadn't heard his words, Aurelio stood up.

"Thank you for your information," he said with a slight bow to the bishop, "there are many more believers waiting for you to guide their souls. ”

Then he tore off the coat that was draped over his shoulders with one of his free hands, ignored the servant who hurriedly stepped forward to take it, put the coat on his arm, and strode out of the church.

The servants behind him apologized to the bishop again and again, and chased after Aurelio under the bishop's gentle gaze.

Then, with some astonishment, the servant saw the young man quietly looking up at the blue sky by the flower bed outside the church.

"Have you ever found out about Ella Boyesia's whereabouts?" Aurelio asked softly, tossing the coat on his arm to the minions.

The servant carefully took the coat that the young man had thrown over, and bowed slightly.

"She checked in for her room at the hotel next door three hours ago."