The young man in front of him seemed familiar.

But not physiognomy, but something deeper.

In a trance, Agnes seemed to see herself more than a year ago, and it seemed to be Milo who was still in Bodivia. A kind of despair immersed in the depths of the soul quietly emanates in the whispers, faintly causing a strange resonance.

But that resonance didn't really happen.

From Bodivia to Lansana City, the desire is clear step by step, whether that resonance happens is finally under Agnes's own control, and she is not prepared to use this resonance to influence a teenager who clearly knows what she wants.

Agnes glanced at the backs of the two children leaving, and withdrew her gaze.

"They're just ordinary people." Vincent on the side said suddenly.

"I know," Agnes said calmly, not looking at Vincent, "but if they are to survive in Lansana, they will have to show their worth." ”

"It's a must, you know," she looked up and looked into Vincent's eyes, "not for us, for someone else." ”

Vincent smiled wryly and did not speak.

Agnes, however, seemed to be completely oblivious to the conversation, leaning back with her chair on the back leg of the chair, and looking at Vincent with a strange gaze.

"Don't worry about them, Vincent," she said in a teasing tone, a hand on her chin, "and they probably don't want to have another mother of their own...... Yes! ”

The chair finally couldn't withstand the angle of tilt too much and flipped back.

Agnes jumped up nimbly the moment the chair fell, held on to the chair, and sat up at the table as if nothing had happened.

Vincent was silent for a long time with obvious speechlessness on his face.

"Sometimes I think you're not as immature as you appear to be," Vincent sighed, looking at the boy who looked like he was fifteen or sixteen years old, "but sometimes I think you're only the age you appear to be. ”

"What do you think, Vincent," Agnes shrugged, "I'm certainly not my age. ”

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In the past two months, the situation around Lansana has become increasingly volatile.

Perhaps because the rainy season is fast approaching, many conflicts are happening as if they are fast-forwarding.

There have been more than a dozen clashes in Lansana alone, some of which have been one-sided massacres, some of which can be called wars. Between the colonists and the rebels, between the colonists and the colonists, between the rebels and the rebels, everything.

The faint sound of gunfire rang out not far away, accompanied by a crisp cracking sound and wailing.

The people of the streets were accustomed to hiding, and in just a few moments, only the empty alleys remained.

The harbingers of war were already in Lansana, and skirmishes appeared early in the streets and alleys.

Fortunately, most of the residents benefited from the escape experience they had cultivated during the years of turmoil, and there were not too many casualties of unrelated people.

Perhaps before the rainy season, war will not appear in the city of Lansana; Or maybe by the time the sun rises tomorrow, war will consume most of the lives here.

On the already empty bluestone paved streets, bullet marks were intertwined and dense, and red blood dripped and gathered in them.

But the pursuers eventually lost track of each other in the winding alley, and the narrow alley collapsed into a huge crack at the end of the alley, leaving nothing but unobstructed emptiness.

The pursuers cursed and left, leaving the streets completely silent.

After a long time, in the corner covered with cobwebs, a stone slab trembled slightly, and then it was lifted straight up.

The mud-stained boy emerged from under the stone slab and ran out of the alley without paying attention.

"It's coming too slowly, Bielsa."

The gloomy boy complained casually, but with a rare smile on his face.

"I'm sorry, Nathaniel," Bielsa explained in all seriousness, "I was afraid that the men who were chasing me would come back, and I waited a little while to come. ”

"I don't care about that." Nathaniel muttered quietly, pulling Bielsa briskly towards the dilapidated bookstore deep in the alley, unconcerned by the quiet body lying in the corner.

"Is Mr. Hashim in the library?" Bielsa asked.

Nathaniel nodded.

Bielsa didn't say anything more, and followed Nathaniel into the house in the depths.

The flames in the fireplace flickered, some books and fragments of various colors were neatly arranged on the shelves, and the walls were painted in heavy colors.

Agnes looked at the two teenagers who pushed open the door and walked in, tilting her head slightly.

"Mr. Hashem." Bielsa bowed slightly.

Nathaniel pursed her lips and leaned over to Agnes' desk.

"Ha-hee-m-sir! Look at this! He shouted in a long voice, reaching out and pulling a blood-stained badge from his pocket and placing it in Angnes' hand, an abstract symbol of a pentagram and a goat's horn.

Cult of the Blood, the symbol of the demon family of the Belials.

Agnes couldn't help but frown and looked up at Nathaniel.

"Where did you find that?"

"In the village outside the city." Nathaniel said casually.

Agnes nodded, looked Nathaniel up and down, and reached out to grab the boy's bloodstained hands.

If the badge really came from a member of the Belial family, then Nathaniel, who had come into contact with it, would be in danger.

The demon's abilities are strange and difficult to prevent, and for an ordinary person like Nathaniel, whether it is just the weak demonic spells of the "cold-blooded" that he may carry, or the "criminals" that attract them, it is enough to bring life-threatening danger to him and the children around him.

"Have you been anywhere else since you got it?" Agnes asked.

"No," Nathaniel immediately recognized the difference in Angness's attitude, and instantly became serious, "I came here directly after getting it, and I didn't stop at anything except for waiting for five minutes at the entrance of the alley and coming here with Bielsa, and I didn't come into contact with anyone else during that time. ”

That said, all you need to do is pay attention to them, and Agnes pressed the corner of her forehead.

"You're going to have to stay with me for the rest of the year." Agnes said in a slow voice.

Bielsa was startled for a moment, and wanted to say something.

Nathaniel pulled Bielsa, letting Bielsa's words linger.

"Yes, Mr. Hashem." Nathaniel Road.

"It's really brain-consuming when incidents are frequent."

Agnes didn't care about the small movements between the two teenagers, sighed quietly, and lay down on the table.

Whether it has to do with the recent actions of the Rose School or with the Gottles who are still roaming the Paz Valley, it represents the emergence of a new variable in the city of Lansana.

She looked up at Bielsa.

"Please call me Vincent, Bielsa."