Ciudad Gliano.

Agnes held up the plantain leaf wrapped in Aliaka, a mixture of pork, beef, muscles and nuts with a tempting color, and the green pepper and diced carrots added a little brightness to the overly dark color.

Aliaca was originally a festive food for people here in the Paz Valley, but now it can be eaten at street stalls.

Agnes hesitated for a moment, then lowered her head and took a small bite.

It is impossible to ignore the aroma of meat that suddenly fills the mouth, and the olive and raisins add a unique taste and dissolve the overly rich oily taste.

Agnes chewed a few times and slowly swallowed the food in her mouth.

A feeling of nausea spilled down the esophagus, not particularly intense, but completely impossible to ignore.

Agnes stood still, waiting for the nausea to pass, and she wrapped the plantain leaf in her hand again, sighing slightly.

"Is it not to your taste, sir?" The bronzed-skinned stall owner asked.

"No," Agnes smiled and shook her head, "it's just my body, I can't stand greasy food." ”

Normal food has lost its appeal to "living corpses", and after eating too much flesh and blood from uncooked animals, Agnes still wants to taste normal food and improve her taste.

Unfortunately, it was clear that her stomach was no longer able to tolerate normal food.

"That's a shame." There was a hint of sympathy in the stall owner's eyes.

Agnes waved her hand helplessly at the stall owner and turned to walk towards the street.

"133 Blair Street......" Agnes looked at the cottage around the corner.

This is Lani's residence, arranged by Mr. Chester.

Obviously, such a residence was a surprise for Lani, in such a stable city, such a house of her own.

Agnes raised her hand and knocked on the door, not loud, but footsteps could be heard almost immediately from inside the house.

Lani, who already had a significant bulge in her lower abdomen, opened the door, and Agnes was obviously stunned when she saw the door, and a little vigilance emerged.

"Lani, good afternoon." Agnes spoke.

The wariness in Lani's eyes quickly disappeared, and then she reluctantly pulled the door open and made way for her to enter.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Poyetia." Lani said softly, with a hint of joy in her tone that she had never heard before in her words.

"You should be more vigilant, Lani." Agnes said with a hint of a smirk.

"Your tone tells me who you are," Lani said casually, taking the small suitcase from Agnes, "and everyone here calls me Mrs. Santos." ”

"Looks like you're quite happy with the last name I gave you." Agnes said, placing Aliaca in her hand on the table.

Lani didn't speak, just quietly picked up Aliaka on the table and peeled off the banana leaves that were casually wrapped outside.

She looked at the corner where she had been bitten and paused slightly, and then wrapped it in banana leaves again.

"Did you come to Liano City for something?" Lani asked.

"It's nothing," Agnes said casually on the couch, her tone tinged a little languidly, "because it's going to be messy soon, so let's find a quiet place to relax." ”

Lani nodded silently.

"The Rose School?" She spoke.

"More than that." Agnes replied, her voice calm but dangerous.

Lani nodded quietly, turned and carried Aliaka into the kitchen, and then quickly came out again.

"How much longer?" She stood in the kitchen doorway, blocking the daylight that poured into the room from the kitchen window, casting a shadow on the floor.

"Maybe a month, maybe two months, who knows......"

Agnes' words sounded like a dream, slight and gentle, but Lani clearly heard Agnes' words, and closed her eyes in pain.

When she opened her eyes again, Agnes, who was leaning back on the couch, was breathing slowly and steadily, as if she had fallen asleep.

Lani sighed slightly and took the pillow and blanket from the bedroom.

She carefully placed the pillow behind Agnes' head, spread the blanket over Agnes, and then went to the window and sat down.

She stroked her lower abdomen, and looked out the window in a trance, only to see the too bright daylight and the empty streets.

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"Forgive me for writing to you at such a long time, Monsieur Conti, for for nearly half a year I have wandered on the sea, on the Plateau of the Stars and in the valley of the Pass."

"I remember when you were teaching me music, you told me that your father had given you a violin in the tradition of a former bard."

"Even though I didn't get a musical instrument from my father, I became a bard in the Southland, a bard who sang Southland songs."

"From time to time, I'm always struck by the meaning of the songs of the Southern Continent."

"'Are we really alive on earth?' will not live forever; Just a short stay. ’”

"I sometimes feel that our connection to the world is so weak, maybe we are just ghosts wandering the land, dreaming day after day as if we were alive."

"So, for us, do we live in the world, or in our own hearts and in the hearts of others, Mr. Conte?"

Agnes dropped her plucking hand and picked up the wide-brimmed hat in front of her.

There were a few bits and pieces of Cope coins in the wide-brimmed hat, which Agnes casually pulled out and threw into her pocket.

It's been more than two weeks since she met Rani.

Expecting less than half a year before Rani gave birth, she gave her contact information for the local Mother Earth Church of God.

She was at Lani's hut, no, Lani's house stayed for one night and left, neither her arrival nor her departure was seen by anyone but Lani.

The city of Liano is too stable, and the farther away from the center of the storm is better.

She traveled to Lansana, where Vincent, the student of Mr. Chester, whom she had met in Byam.

She did not rush to see this "uncle", but wandered in the street taverns and alleys.

She needs to observe the situation in Lansana, find out the information related to the various forces, and obtain information about the Rose School from her own perspective.

Of course, and most importantly, waiting for the fluctuations to develop into a storm when you flap your butterfly wings.

But she was a little disappointed in the results, but not so disappointed, and Agnes looked down the dark alley.

A faint smell of blood came from inside, interspersed with the occasional slight sound of fighting.

Agnes leaned casually against the corner of the alley, her hands clasped over her chest.

Eventually, the fighting stopped, and the slight footsteps approached the alleyway.

Agnes gradually raised her head in the footsteps, and the white frost instantly flooded her eyes, and the other party's attempts to stay away completely stopped.

Agnes walked towards the passer, the sound of footsteps echoing through the alley, kicking up more frost.