Kossad was not very old, but about three and a half years old, according to Colchis's calendar. Even though she had already given birth to two children, the men in the slaves were still keen to talk about her body. Fortunately, Cole Fallon's restraints on his subordinates are quite strict

At first she was a little afraid of Roga, but when she began to measure his body, she exuded the motherhood of a woman who had given birth.

"You're too thin." Koshad stroked Roga's protruding shoulder blades and made a mark on the tape measure. Luo Jia was not used to such closeness, but he knew it was a good intention. He was half a head taller than the average eight or nine-year-old, but he was too thin. Perhaps because he hadn't eaten or drunk for days, he looked like a bag of flesh and skin that had been forcibly propped open by a skeleton.

He opened his hand so that Koshad leaned down and pressed the tape measure against his sternum. She was cautious, and it wasn't out of fear. A child's appearance can win him a lot of extra kindness.

Koshard's brown curls fell down and pressed against Roga's cheeks. In a trance, her face overlapped with that of the blonde woman. The little protologist lowered his eyes and heard the rain falling. It was late at night, and the wind was beating against the windows.

"Kossad." He spoke suddenly, startling the attentive slave. "You can take the pastries from the table with you when you go, your kids will love it."

Her eyes lit up and she smiled gratefully. "You are so merciful, my lord."

Somehow, that intimacy of concern suddenly disappeared. Kossad's attitude changed from pity to reverence. This made Luo Jia a lot more comfortable.

After noting down all the required dimensions, Koshad bowed to the little protoplasm. There was caution in her voice: "Do you have any requirements?" ”

"Just let me get the right dress before the banquet." Luo Jia said. He tilted his head to look at the shadow to the right of the fireplace. There were originally two symmetrical sconces, but one was shattered, leaving the part that lit it dark.

Koshad gently touched his eyelids with the tips of his two fingers as a sign of obedience. "Yes."

She bent over and exited the room, the pastry that Luo Jia had given her in her dress. Her two children will be happy for a while. They would sit in the dark corners of the slave ghetto, and you would push me and eat the whole plate, not even a crumb.

Luo Jia can see all this clearly. When he awoke again, he found that the souls of others were so clear to him. Even though he could hear their thoughts before. But now, the little protozoa can see through the aura of these people's souls their desires and desires.

In his violet eyes, Cole Fallon's faith was a prickly heart of darkness, twitching and crumbling all the time, surging with greedy blood. Koshad exuded a gentle milky glow at the thought of the child.

And when Roga expands this sense, starting with the room he is in, his peculiar vision expands inch by inch. The homeless man under the eaves groaned, a numbing bitterness welling up as the officer's long stick landed on his back. The nobleman next door is entangled with his lover, and his desires are as slippery as dead man's fat. But with the exception of a few slaves brought by Colfaron, almost everyone had a thin red thread wrapped around their body that stretched towards the center of the city.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, ticking against the canopy and glass. The wooden door creaked. Every now and then, a bolt of lightning pierced the night sky, turning Luo Jia's face white

He continued to look into the distance until he encompassed half of Casas. The chaotic desires are like fresh blood in a small alley, emitting an eerie rancid smell that flows into the sewers with the rain. He saw murders in the ghetto, transactions in the dark rooms and intrigue in the mansions of the nobility. But he still hasn't found the source of the red line.

"Shh It seems to be a whisper close to the ear, as light as a breeze that seems to be absent. However, Luo Jia was the only one in the room. He wasn't surprised, just tilted his head slowly and looked into the shadows on the side of the fireplace.

Under his gaze, the shadow began to writhe, expand, and turn into a scarlet robe. Shelley took off her hood and sat down next to Roga. "You're only on your first day, don't alarm her."

"Who is 'she'?"

"The queen of Casas, the Scarlet Baroness Nefrita, watches over the entire city-state with her glamorous handmaiden." She made a eavesdropping gesture in her ear. "Even at this very moment, there may be a 'daughter' of hers listening to our conversation."

"I saw her, she was outside the window." Luo Jia stared at the rain snaking down the windowpane, walked to the window and pushed it open. He reached out and let the water from the canopy fall on his palm, then retracted into the light.

His hands were covered in thick blood, and they were slowly falling to the floor, drop by drop.

The canopy crackled in the wind and rain. Roga turned his head and stared at Shelley quietly.

"You killed her." He used a declarative sentence, "There's no need for that." ”

The Tech Priest crossed his hands and smiled on his lips. Appreciation appeared in her eyes. "I don't like to let people hear conversations that are too private, especially cowards who indulge in blood and drugs. It doesn't matter, Nevrita is a cautious person. If she's going to react to anything, she'll wait at least until tomorrow. ”

"Maybe tonight." Luo Jia closed the window, "I have a banquet in the center of the city, at the estate of the Count of Grasse. ”

He wiped the blood from his hands with a handkerchief until there was no trace left. With a thud, something heavy hit the canopy and rolled down the street.

Shelley chuckled and beckoned to Roga, motioning for the little protoplasma to sit back next to her. "Nagras Manor is really in full bloom tonight."

"When did you arrive?" Luo Jia asked, staring at her barely faceless head.

"Hmm, just now?" The Tech Priest touched his forehead, "You've grown taller." ”

"Then you know too much detail."

Shelley's gray-blue eyes were a little helpless. "The Twilight is a ship, and I'm a tech priest. It couldn't be easier for me to find out about these natives who are attached to ancient technology. ”

"I don't believe it." Luo Jia said succinctly. His purple eyes looked straight at the tech priest, as if he could see through his flesh the machinery beneath it. "Betrayal never happens just once."

"I'm not asking you to use this against my ......"

"Did you give me my new power?"

Shelley spread his hands. "I wish I had the ability. Don't pretend to be stupid, little Luojia, you were born to see this, but you were too young to use it proficiently. Now you're a ......."

She swallowed the "dozens of days old" back. "You've grown. Much more can be done. But I must remind you that there is no such thing as power without a price. A reckless attempt to expand the range of psionic powers like yours can easily be detected by other keen people. ”

"Like the Queen?"

"For example, the Queen, and people like me who have a certain amount of technology." The tech priest shrugged and reached out to take the little protoplasma into his arms. "Learn less from Victor, your face can't match his expression."

"I didn't learn from him." Luo Jia said in an urn in the soft fabric, trying to struggle to his feet, but was unceremoniously pressed back by the priest. "I just...... Negotiate with you. ”

"Are you sulking while you're happy to see me?" Shelley rubbed his hair.

“…… I didn't sulk. ”

"Well, you're just not happy because you've been cheated on by everyone and killed again, aren't you?"

Luo Jia no longer struggled, and allowed herself to be buried in the priest's hard arms. His face felt the coiled pipes through his robes. The solid, cold touch was unexpectedly reassuring to him.

"I'm not upset......"

"Whatever you say is what you say."

"I ...... I just can't see your souls. Your desires are empty, neither radiating nor radiating. It's not the same as the mother. Mother's light was very small, but still ......"

"So you're scared of us, and you want to run away from these three monsters." Shelley said, staring out the window at the hollow night. Tonight the clouds obscured the starlight, leaving only the faint light in the rain curtain. "We're not mortals who can play with our souls at will, and that makes you deeply uneasy."

"I understand, Roga. You are born to be otherworldly, and beings are nothing more than paintings to you that can be altered at will. You see the brightest and most shameless places in their hearts and souls, and you lose your surprise of humanity. You are fearless, even the demon Ulaya, you have seen through the cracks in his mind and thus overcome him. ”

Luo Jia listened silently, he didn't move, and he couldn't see his face, but his fists were slowly clenched, and his nails pierced into his palms. Shelley stroked his back with a strange softness.

"You fear us because you are only a mortal man in front of us. A child who can be raised, hurt, and calculated. ”