"No one is angry or hated by the destruction of something that has nothing to do with him."

Agnes looked at Gottles, who seemed to be extremely excited, and said in a calm tone.

"I really don't care if they live or die, and no negative emotions can stay in my heart for long."

Gottles looked through the corpses and scraps of flesh all over the floor, carefully studying Agnes's every subtle expression.

"But you want to kill me now, sir, you really want to kill me." Gottles straightened out his almost completely shredded clothes, looking surprised.

"They don't conflict." Agnes looked at her hands, her voice soft.

The ground full of corpses and minced flesh seemed to turn into a swamp, the original scarlet flesh and blood quickly decayed, foaming, green pus flowed out of the broken bubbles, and the rancid smell that could not be ignored spread, and the whole space seemed to have a disgusting and illusory feeling, and some kind of small whisper-like sound lingered in the ears, as if some kind of small flying insect flapped its wings.

The huge bat wings flapped almost the moment all the mutations occurred, but at the same time, some strange colors quietly entwined upward, paused for a moment in the pale blue flames, and then covered Gottles's whole body in an unstoppable form.

Gottles's dull skin, which seemed to be covered in a heavy layer of hard armor, quickly withered and soft under the color covering, as if it were rooted in a useless film on a rotting corpse.

"It's a superb rotten spell." Gottles didn't seem to have any feelings for the changes that had occurred in him, but he just admired them with genuine feelings.

What a strange performance, Agnes did not speak, and looked at Gottles with a calm face covered in rot marks.

"I love the hustle and bustle that every life leaves behind, and this intoxicating hustle and bustle is always approaching the final stage," said Gottles, unconcerned about Agnes' coldness, still with great interest, "Do you understand?" ”

"Just as the climax of a symphony always comes to an end, and the brief interval before death always shines brightly," Gottles completely ignored the rotten signs of his own bones, only looking more crazy and pleasant, "Will you like the hustle and bustle that belongs to me?" ”

He laughed wildly, and the pale blue flame gradually extinguished, and the huge dim figure crumbled up and fell to the ground with a bang, like a ripe persimmon that had fallen to the ground, completely turned into a puddle of mud. The curved goat horns with mysterious patterns, and the white bones of the forest were completely shattered into powder, like salt crystals that had been knocked off.

Agnes could clearly feel that part of the power that had lodged in Gotletles completely vanished in an instant, and then appeared in a distant place.

Just homestaying? Agnes frowned, no, it didn't seem that simple.

Before this moment, that power clearly told her that Gottles was indeed here, that he had deceived the power that had been left on him for surveillance?

No, not a lie, it's just that Gottles is special in his own right.

Otherwise, that force would not have conveyed the message that Gottles had appeared in a distant place, which would not make sense to Gottles.

Agnes gathered her thoughts and looked at what seemed like purgatory.

"It's a nuisance." She sighed.

The corpse, which was still intact, moved, quickly buried the pieces of flesh and blood on the ground, and then obediently dug holes for each other to bury themselves, and it looked much more normal in front of them.

The still alive slowly climbed up from the ground, and the whole space gradually filled with painful moans, and then faded away.

"Do all that you want," Angnes whispered, glancing over all the people still alive, "and then, meet the inevitable death." ”

Originally, the strength would have been stronger, but it didn't matter if there were only so many, it was just a "source of infection", just a little more dormant time.

The spread of plague requires a source, and so does desire.

However, before the storm forms, it is necessary to take care of other things, and in the event that time has to be postponed, some of the things that were originally ready to give up can now be checked.

After all, there is an inevitable aftermath, an endless hunt.

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"Ahowa has plenty of educational resources and there are so many schools to choose from, which one would you like to get into?"

Dreiser, who was carefully writing something on the paper, asked Milo.

"It makes no difference either one." Milo replied casually.

"You're ...... the next person to stay in school for a few years."

"No, it won't be for years," Milo interrupted Dreiser's words as she put down her pen and spoke, "Madame's requirement for me is that my grades in school are up to the standard of passing the college entrance exam. ”

Dreiser, with a long sigh of resignation.

"Have you thought about why Madam Poyecia would make such a request of you?" Dreiser's voice was serious, "Science and grammar don't seem to be able to make an ordinary person defeat an extraordinary person, but they can help you learn how to think and find what you want." ”

"Too much convenience and power can make it easy for a person to obtain too many things, but it can confuse people's hearts, and make a person gradually forget to think, to forget what they want."

"Thinking proves that a person is truly alive, and the desires buried in the heart determine the essence of a person." Dreiser said with all seriousness.

"That's what the Poyesia lady wants you to learn."

Mi Luo was silent for a moment and said:

"I know what I want to do, and the lady has taught me."

"Then learn how to think." Dreiser's voice slowed with a smile on his face.

He picked up the information in his hand and shook it, then flipped to one of the pages.

"Since you don't have any requirements for the school, then I'll pick and choose."

"Dominguez School of Arts and Sciences, located in the city of Tingen, is a mixed school founded by the Earl of Houston, with strong teachers, many scholars and politicians in the Kingdom of Rune are involved in it, but at the same time it is far away from Beckland, the capital of the Kingdom of Rune, and will not really be involved in political struggles."

"Most of the students in this school come from well-to-do families, which helps you get to know the upper class of the Kingdom of Rune in advance......"

“...... Most importantly, this school does not interfere with the beliefs of its students, whether they are believers in the Goddess of the Night, the gods of steam and machines, or the Lord of Storms. ”

"What about us?" Milo interjected.

Dreiser's blink, his smile looking a little sly.

"Of course, the Order of the Remnant of Sins is also acceptable."