The world swirled, and lines and colors shattered in Luo Jia's eyes, reorganizing into a familiar picture. The little primordial shook his head, looking at the periwinkle pattern on the curtain for some reason.

Someone tugged at his cuffs. Luo Jia tilted his head with force and saw Cole Fallon's taut jawline. It took him half a second to remember who he was, and how he had half-forced him to bring him to the banquet.

So Luo Jia took another second to blame himself. His original plan was to simply get to know the new city, not to carry out an efficient purge of the upper echelons. No matter how bad Casas was to him, it would not make his first reaction to the newly settled city be massacre...... What's more, he has other arrangements for Cole Fallon.

A shadow slowly flowed out from under the velvet curtains, and flowed down as if nothing had happened under Luo Jia's silent gaze. At the same time, some of the guests had recovered from their horror and glared respiently at the two distracted guests.

According to Cole Fallon, the nobles of Casas were well-dressed, pompous and dueling. This did not seem to be a lie, and the hands of several young gentlemen were already pressed on the hilt of their swords.

Although Luo Jia was not sure how sharp the gold-inlaid sword could be, the opponent was mostly fighting Cole Fallon, not himself, a little man who was less than the height of an adult's chest and abdomen. And he didn't want his new fans to die at the banquet.

Just as Roga was about to take a step, a young girl came with her skirt and closed the window that had been opened at some point, just behind the shadow where Victor was sheltering.

"It's just the wind blowing." Her melodious voice melted the icy atmosphere well and calmed the anger of the embarrassed nobles. From the long linen hair that had fallen from the splinter, Luo Jia recognized that it was the girl who was peeking at her from behind the pillar.

She turned around and covered her face with a folding fan, revealing only a pair of bright blue eyes, unaware that she was standing side by side with death. "I'm Miranda Glass. Priest Colfaron, are you still comfortable living in your mansion? Your reputation has been heard in Casas as well. It is said that the truth you speak is like grass seeds carried by the wind, and it can take root in the desert. ”

Colfaron crossed his fingertips in respect. "Thanks to the generosity of the Count of Grasse, I am well in Casas. In the present of the mighty and omniscient, there is no distinction between barrenness and abundance. We are religious, so there are abundant places everywhere. ”

Miranda bowed slightly. "It's a joy to hear such truths. Casas is so far away from the city of gray flowers, and it is a pity that it has been a long time since it has been able to hear the words of the mighty gods. ”

Looking at this gesture alone, it is hard to imagine that the Temple of the Covenant in Casas was burned down just eleven years ago.

"There is no need to preach long or far, and only false prophets measure the labor on the way. Casas and Valades were far apart, and they were not deceived by heresy, but they were also favored by the great power. ”

Colfalon replied with the same solemnity, completely oblivious to the condemnation of the land of contempt just a few minutes ago.

In a harmonious atmosphere of joy and happiness, the girl's beautiful blue eyes were fixed on Luo Jia. "Excuse me, this ......."

"My student, Roga." Colfaron placed his hand on Roga's shoulder. Miranda laughed, or rather, she made others think she was smiling: "What a good name, and although I don't know what it means, I think it must be an old word when I hear it—my father is very unwell today, please allow me to introduce you to guests." ”

"Thank you, Miss Glass."

The two of them walked away one by one, and threw Luo Jia in place intentionally or unintentionally. Soon disappeared into the crowds of people coming and going. Luo Jia is also happy to be idle. No matter how empathetic Miss Glass looked, the invisible blood-red thread around her neck was too glaring, a full circle thicker than those around her. Combined with the well-known beautiful maids under the Baroness from Colfaron, the little proto-primordial felt that he still needed to be cautious.

He found a corner, half-heartedly stuffed a snack into his mouth, and looked at the entire banquet hall by the way. In a few corners, he found several invisible silk threads that were also slightly thicker, and the owners were all young and beautiful women without exception. It may be that the number of handmaidens is too saturated, or that the legendary lady is taking the banquet too seriously.

The sound of the whole hall poured into Luo Jia's ears, grievances, grudges, peachy secrets of the boudoir, and ulterior selfishness, the musician pulled a string, and the knee joint of the right leg of a waiter clicked...... This information is organized and summarized by the original body. And the few girls he attached great importance to talked and behaved as usual, and he couldn't see any clues.

As he pondered, Luo Jia's afterglow caught a glimpse of the shadow in the corner beside him. He picked a bright cherry from the bowl and threw it into the corner.

The sound of landing as it should have been did not appear. He watched as the flesh vanished into thin air, and with a slight chewing sound, the stalk of the cherry fell to the ground.

"Nuclear can't be eaten." He said.

A tiny kernel was spit out of thin air, fell to the ground and rolled twice. Luo Jia sighed and handed over a steaming pie.

"What are you doing here?" He asked casually, pretending to be looking at the waiter passing by.

"Eat." Victor's voice came from the shadows, accompanied by the sound of the juicy flesh being gnawed.

“…… Is there no food for the Twilight? Luo Jia was stuck in the middle of the way.

"She won't do it when you're gone."

“…… Won't you do it yourself? ”

"It doesn't make sense." Victor grunted.

Luo Jia sighed and took a glass of wine from the waiter's plate and nodded politely to the other party. Before the waiter could fully turn around, the glass in his hand was gone. An evocative sucking sound came from the corner.

"Victor ......"

"You're only two months old, so you can't drink." Although Luo Jia couldn't see the other party's face, he could still imagine his righteous expression.

"I don't remember a doctor who ever said that people with substance abuse can drink alcohol."

“……”

The little proto-body sighed, revealing a heaviness that was out of place with her immature face. "What the hell are you going to do, Victor?"

“……”

"Okay, okay. I've tried to find you. When I woke up from Bethlehem, everyone was gone, except for Narek. I let him go and find his mission. Then I went back to look for them, and all I saw was a big hole. I stayed there for many days, and then I came back to Bethlehem, and I searched every stone, but you still did not come out—what are you doing now? Luo Jia clenched his fists, and his sharp nails pierced into his palms, but he didn't realize it.

No one answered.

"I have left you behind, and you have left me behind, and we are both clear. If you have any interests in this city, you are welcome to ask me to cooperate - what is that voice? Luo Jia frowned, and a faint singing voice reached his ears. The melody was long, and his voice was mournful, and it seemed to haunt his thoughts, but none of the people around him noticed it.

He stood there and listened intently for two minutes, but still did not hear the content of the lyrics, only felt a sense of resentment that seeped into the bone marrow.

"I heard that, too." Victor spoke suddenly, startling him. "Something isn't right, let me take a look first-"

"No need." Luo Jia interrupted him abruptly, and the thought that had been trying to observe and observe was somehow pressed down, and was replaced by unprovoked displeasure. He turned around and walked straight out the door to the faint sound of singing. It sounded like it was coming from the back of the mansion, and he had better see it before Victor or someone else came to stir himself up.

Luo Jia walked behind a hidden door. No one noticed him quietly leaving, at least he didn't. A winding corridor stretched out in front of him, with many fine tapestries and portraits hanging on the walls, illuminated by gilded candlesticks every few steps. The candles burn faintly, and even if there is no wind, the candlelight is as small as beans, faintly reflecting the quaint patterns of the wallpaper.

He saw scenes of war, conspiracy, copulation and plague in the paintings on the walls, with bold brushwork and bright colors, as if they were alive in the dim light. Bypassing a guillotine scene, with his drooping head and his eyes wide open, Luo Jia finally saw the exit. The garden is sparse under the moonlight, and the cool night breeze carries the fragrance of flowers.

Luo Jia walked into the garden, and the trees whispered secrets to him in the sound of swishing, but he did not understand. The singing voice finally became clear.

"Willow, willow, willow.

Hurry up, he's coming.

The green willow branches are woven into a green ring;

Don't blame him, I'm willing to be laughed at by him—"

He parted the dense branches of flowers, and in the midst of the dense thorn bushes on the frosty moonlight, stood a simple swing. A girl with stray black hair was sitting on it, swinging softly, singing a sad tune.

Perhaps hearing a noise behind her, she tilted her head slightly and turned her cheeks. If it weren't for the sight of her scattered hair, Luo Jia would almost have thought that it was a female statue carved from ingenious ivory. She gently covered her heart, and she still kept singing:

"My name is Brother Negative Xinlang, what does he say?

Sing willow, willow, willow.

I see a different idea, and you will change your lover. ”

The moonlight was bright, but her face seemed to be obscured by a veil. Luo Jia couldn't help but take another step forward, and finally saw the whole picture of the girl. At the same time, the girl also saw him.

In an instant, Luo Jia saw a bird covered with colorful feathers, pierced by several long thorns, with strings of blood flowing from its outstretched wings, and a wail in its throat. But the next moment, his vision returned to normal. The girl had come down from the swing and stepped over the thorns, and her bare feet, which were as tender as a stumbling tree, had been pierced, but there was no blood.

She walked up to the original body, bent down and gently cupped his face, touching the distance where her breath met. Even if it was so close, Luo Jia still felt that it was more practical to catch the moonlight than to see such a woman clearly.

For a long time, tears flowed down her dark eyes and fell on Luo Jia's face.

"O son of the stars, you have finally set foot in the fate of Casas. Save us, from under the wing of the Raven Lord. ”