At night, on the street not far from the back door of the hotel, the dim light coming out of the window was only enough to make people see the shadows.

The bodies of the young men in wide-sleeved burqas were almost curled together, and the sound of liquid flowing and the sound of bubbles bursting could be faintly heard in the silent night.

The girl reflexively retreated when Agnes said her last words, almost leaving the street, and there was a rare hint of nervousness between her brows, which had been calm.

Her vision, enhanced by the potion, allowed her to see far away in the dim light the thinness of the hands that covered her face, the near-bone-revealing thinness, and the yellowing pus that had been stained. She could easily imagine how the skin under the cover of the clothes was crumbling and terrifying.

From the beginning of the path of the extraordinary, the extraordinary is eternally accompanied by madness until death.

How reliable her former companions were, how dangerous and hateful they were when they got out of control or betrayed, were the only deep enough of her experiences that she could not call rich.

This is one of the most prosperous places in the port of Belens, and the church of Mother Earth is not far away.

Only by being alive can she have strength and help her teacher, this is a truth that she has understood a long time ago.

Even if the Orthodox Church in the Northern Continent has an ambiguous attitude many times, she has no choice, this is her only chance to survive.

"I'm not out of control yet."

The dry, hoarse voice sounded like a sigh, coming from behind her.

In the next second, an irresistible force grabbed her shoulders and carried her swiftly across the block, stopping in the empty square.

She was gently placed under a coconut tree, and the person who had just been crazy stood in front of her with a calm face.

The skin, still stained with yellowing pus, was smooth again, but the puddles of dirt on the otherwise clean clothes honestly recorded what had happened.

The girl's face did not change, but she took a step back and rested her back on the thick branches of the coconut tree.

"I'm sorry." There was still a slight hoarseness in Angness's voice, and then she fell silent.

"I can't control my outburst for a moment, but He won't allow me to be controlled by my pain," said Agnes after a moment's thought, "even if the rushing water is higher than the rim of the cup for a while, and whatever is above the rim will eventually overflow, and then everything will calm down." ”

This is the control of the gods.

The girl listened to Agnes's words, and for a moment she felt uncontrollably cold in her hands and feet, she gritted her teeth and did not speak.

"Your teacher has given you a task," Agnes said softly, ignoring the girl's silence, "where do you need to go?" ”

"Star Plateau, Compo Town."

The girl was in Agnes' gaze for a long time, and finally spoke softly.

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"I'd rather wake up in pain than fall asleep."

Xiao Luo put down the black tea in his hand, with a strange light in his eyes.

"Consciousness is a sin, and I will eventually fall for it, but He will accept me."

The withered man looked at Milo, opened his mouth, and finally said nothing.

"He told me that if I were in darkness, I should light a lamp for myself," Milo's words gradually took on a little gentleness, "to hear, to see, to feel the love of myself and what I love, to find what I desire, to strive for the strength to achieve my goals." ”

"That's why I chose Him."

Milo's words sounded utterly calm, but the eyes that stared at the withered man made the withered man want to avoid it.

His gaze swept to the young man sitting at the wooden table in the far corner, and the young man with a heavy woolen jacket with lapels on his shoulders felt his gaze, turned his head and nodded politely at him.

"Is that gentleman the one who takes care of you?" The withered man asked Milo a little stiffly.

"No, Mr. Dreiser's companion." Milo also tilted his head to look at the boy and replied earnestly.

"Companions......"

The withered man stretched out his hand to pick up the teacup on the table, but the hand holding the teacup trembled uncontrollably.

The teacups clanged on the saucer, crisp as if they would shatter at any moment. A few drops of water spilled down the rim of the teacup and slid down the body quickly.

The withered man tried several times, but finally put the teacup in his hand on the table and did not touch it again.

"I'm sorry." The withered man's gaze finally stopped avoiding Milo, wisps of white hair under his ragged sleeves covering almost his entire arm, only the stained palms still looked normal, "Thank you Lady Poyesia for giving me the opportunity to say goodbye to you." ”

"Ding-"

The teaspoon in Milo's hand fell into the teacup with a crisp sound.

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"The Indisians and the rebels fought in the town of Campo half a month ago."

The girl stared at the rolling greenery ahead and the gloomy sky overhead, and whispered.

If it weren't for the trees that looked almost dark green in the gloomy sky, the valleys would have looked like deep holes.

Of course, even now, it is not much better, and the hills next to it, which were not very high, look almost insurmountable peaks under such a terrain drop.

"The New Year has just passed." Agnes almost muttered to herself.

"There have been several fights, the dry season here is very short, and in more than two months, it will be the rainy season again," the girl said calmly, "During the rainy season, there will be very serious flash floods here, and most of the roads will be blocked, and it will be very inconvenient to fight." ”

Agnes didn't know what to say for a moment, but nodded.

"The school can't get in touch with the rebels over there, and the people sent to contact them have lost their message," the girl whispered, "The teacher says there's something wrong with Compo. ”

"So you need to take me with you to investigate?" There was a slight hint of amusement in Agnes's words.

"No, I ask you to help," the girl said in a serious tone, "and the teacher said that it would help you understand our situation. ”

"It seems that things are tricky in the town of Compo," Agnes said with a more serious face, brushing her unkempt black hair as she raised her head to look at the rolling hills covered with vegetation in the distance, and the seemingly split mountain wall between the two hills, and asked, "How far do we have to go?" ”

"It's in the valley ahead," replied the maiden, "and you can only get in by the road between the mountain walls." ”

"I don't think this kind of terrain is suitable for building a city?" Agnes raised an eyebrow, "Especially in a rainy place like this." ”

"Yes." The girl nodded, not refuting Agnes's words.

"It was indeed an accident that I chose to be here."