The smell of the sea breeze blows in your face, and the noisy human voices come from the crowded human bazaar below. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Arcanis snapped open her eyes to find that she was no longer in the warm car, and the sunlight in the sky slanting from between the clouds made her squint. Seconds later, she found herself in a bustling harbor from the icy winter night of the distant city of Camor.

In the early morning, the streets below were already bustling with people, with workers carrying goods, fishermen carrying buckets full of fish, priests praying to the shore, their gold badges dangling in the sun. The city of strangers and believers was a novelty for Arkanis.

"Dreams. ”

The novelty faded quickly, and a sense of intimacy of returning to her hometown came to her heart, realizing that this was her hometown, growing up in the city's crowded slums. Hunger, pain, cold accompanied her childhood, and even then ....

Arcanis looked at the sails of the ships on the Cote d'Azur. Outline the sea and the earth, the golden beach, the sky and the sea merge, and the white clouds float and float to the sea.

All this in the golden morning sun...

"It's beautiful. She said.

"Give me peace, silence. ”

A hoarse male voice startled her, could anyone see her in her dreams? She quickly looked at the source of the sound and saw a small man hiding in the shadows, sneakily cloaked.

His face was facing the white-haired girl, the face of a teenager, very white, the white of a hungry ghost. He looked about fourteen or fifteen years old, an impulsive, savage age. There was a layer of anger on his face, and a cruel flame flashed from time to time behind his turquoise eyes. That is pure evil, the evil will that tramples all morality and ethics under the feet. Around his thin neck, he wore a gold necklace with large pieces of gold, which was very vulgar, full of the desire of the owner of the necklace to express his desire to be rich.

Street hooligans, or the kind that has killed people and made a fortune and is completely degenerate.

Arcanis was disgusted, what kind of dream was it this time?

"Boy, what's the matter with you?" she asked in the lingua franca.

"Boss, it's just an ordinary woman. A male voice came from her body, Arcanis was stunned, raised her feet and walked to the side, and instantly understood everything.

She was indeed in a dream, and of course no one would be aware of her existence. Because dreams are essentially memories, but this time she is no longer locked in the "first perspective", but in the perspective of "others".

"Little worm, lie down for Lao Tzu. As he spoke, he pressed down on his companion named Little Bug.

"Boss, being seen by others will become a joke on the wine table. He raised his head from the ground and said to the "boss" who was also lying beside him, "The two shadow thieves were actually coaxed by a girl. ”

"If you show her it, it's discovered. He glared at the little bug, "I'll make you an indispensable joke at the wine table." ”

"Whisper, boss. "The girl came out of the house and was walking through the little courtyard with flowers. ”

"How do you know it's her?"

"She's big-breasted. The little eyes on the ugly face of the little bug narrowed, so obscene that no matter which woman was stared at by him, she would feel disgusted, "Tall, clean neck, slender thighs, tsk, boss, I have always admired your taste." When it comes to picking girls, you can always pick the best. ”

The two young men were lying on the roof of a roof.

The white-haired girl immediately found the girl who was raped by the "little bug", she was so conspicuous, she was as beautiful as an angel. In this harbor city shrouded in the golden morning sun, it is like a smooth pearl on the flesh of a beige mussel. The morning sun seemed to surround her, and she was glowing softly, and the dew on the petals of her skirt was eclipsed.

She wore a dress the same color as the pure sea, and walked through the grass, her long hair the color of fresh sails flapping against her back, and she had no brilliant gems on her, her blue eyes like sapphire, which were the most brilliant gems.

The young man called the boss stared straight at her, his green eyes reflecting a pure and beautiful figure. The anger on his face dissipated like a dark cloud driven away by the sun, and the cruel flame in the depths of his eyes was extinguished.

"Boss.."

"Give me peace. ”

The little bug continued to scan the innocent girl with his lustful gaze, and looking at his ugly face, Arcanis suddenly felt a wave of anger in his heart. His gaze was like smearing rat droppings on a clear sapphire.

It is a blasphemy against beauty. She thought.

The girl's figure disappeared around the corner in the distance, and the boss's gaze lingered on the floor around the corner until the little bug called out to him again.

"Boss, it turns out that you get up early every day to see her?"

"Uh-huh. He sat up, and the white-haired girl noticed that he also had white hair, so he said.......

"Have you satisfied your curiosity, dear little worm, look at the faces of the gods, and don't go around talking about it. ”

"Of course I do. It's not good for such a beautiful girl to be known by others. The little bug said, "By the way, have you her?"

"Nope. ”

"Oh~~ I see. When are you going to reveal your identity to her parents?"

The Boss glared at the little bug.

"Hey, she doesn't seem to know that she's not a nobleman, at most she's a merchant's daughter, boss, do you know that our identity as a shadow thief is very popular, especially if it's a shadow thief like you. ”

"She hates shadow thieves. ”

"Most people hate us. "It doesn't stop us from going to their daughter's bed." ”

"I wouldn't do that. "She helped me." ”

"Okay, I see, sentimental boss. The little bug said, "How about getting an identity close to her?" the speculator is very good, and this name is about the same as not. You can throw a lot of money out, and if you don't come home at night, the market is too good, and if you go to a hotel brothel, you can look for market opportunities..........."

"Little worm, why are you babbling like a dying old woman?"

"If it weren't for the fact that you're like a virgin who hasn't even touched a girl's hand. The little worm said, "I'm not uncommon for you to be a grandmother." ”

"Shut up for me. It's good now, I can see her every day. ”

"It's so pure, I almost thought you were that kind of naïve boy. He said, "Is this still the old prostitute who poured wine into nine chicken holes?"

"You don't understand. The Boss said.

Arcanis had been staring at his face all the time, and it would be very difficult for any young girl to accept that he was from her past. But when he spat out "You don't understand", a pair of eyes that were originally full of pure sin, like a stinking ditch suddenly became a clear stream, and suddenly became familiar. It's like the eyes in the mirror when I was an ignorant girl.

Who is that girl? What magic power does she possess to drive away the filth from his eyes? Why is it a man? Is he his former self?

The white-haired girl found that there were a lot of questions tonight.