Agnes was sitting in the restaurant, happily waiting for her dishes to be served.
According to her previous inquiries, this store is the best in the nearby blocks, although the decoration of the store is not the best. Agnes discovered that the customers in this restaurant were basically civilians, and the prices of the dishes on the menu also showed this.
The store's prices aren't too expensive, at least for Agnes. She roughly referred to the opinions of the proprietress in the store, and finally ordered a Dissi pie, a rich Bodivian ham and a cup of sweet ice tea. Overall, she only spent 1 lira and 1 cent. One point belongs to the sweet ice tea.
Agnes is actually not very clear about when Dixie pie should be eaten according to traditional dining etiquette. After all, it seems that this food can be eaten at any time. Some people eat it as breakfast, and some people eat it as breakfast. Lunch, and she now considers this food as her dinner today.
Agnes raised her hand and knocked on her forehead, reminding herself in her heart that she had left the city of Feneport and was no longer the "Miss Pagani" who needed to pay attention to every detail at all times. She could now follow her own rules. Think about what to eat and how much to eat at each meal. She could have ordered two spiced cheesesteaks, or ordered the seafood pasta with the Fenebout grilled chicken, as long as she could finish it.
Of course she finished the meal, and Agnes couldn't help but laugh. The amount of two main dishes might be a bit too much for an ordinary person, but for a "werewolf"...
But Agnes was not prepared to do this. Agnes raised her head and looked at the street outside through the glass by the window. She did not add a big eater to the identity of "Ella Boethia". plan.
Agnes didn't spend much time on the pier. It was only after four o'clock, which was actually a bit early for dinner. She was the only customer in the store at the moment. After she ordered, the sound of cooking came from the kitchen. The proprietress sat on a stool at the door and looked at Agnes curiously.
Agnes saw a little boy who looked about ten years old passing by the window and walking along Sabos Avenue.
Her eyes couldn't help but be attracted to this little boy, and her eyes moved as he approached.
This boy has black hair and brown eyes. He has good-looking facial features, but he seems to be in poor health. His face was a little pale, and his steps were light and slow when he walked. Agnes could feel that something seemed to have happened to the boy. He seemed to be trying hard to make his eyes look as clear as if nothing had happened, but perhaps his experience was not enough to allow him to hide his inner feelings. Agnes discovered that there was something in the boy's eyes that seemed calm but turbulent, like a leaf that had been burnt to ashes. It did not collapse for a while and kept its original shape. .
But it was not these that attracted Agnes, but the fact that she felt a strong resonance with this boy for the first time after leaving Feneport City. It was difficult for Agnes to identify the basis of this resonance. It was an emotion mixed with pain and hope, hatred and love, which was simply more confusing than the emotions coming from a madman.
Agnes didn't understand why a boy who looked about ten years old had such confusing emotions, even though the boy looked like an ordinary person and looked normal in appearance. If Agnes' spiritual intuition hadn't told her that this boy would not pose a danger to others, she would have considered whether she should directly change her identity to "Agnès Pagani" and go to the church to report it.
She did not try to follow this resonance to contact the boy. The boy did not seem to need Agnes's help, and Agnes had no reason to contact the boy at the moment. She just looked at the boy silently. Come this way.
The boy stopped in front of the restaurant and said hello to the proprietress sitting at the door: "Good afternoon, Mrs. Wellington."
The landlady smiled and nodded, and asked casually: "Good afternoon, Milo, shall we go to Mrs. Morris's house?"
The boy named Milo smiled and nodded at Mrs. Wellington, and said, "Yes, if I go there early, I can help Mrs. Morris."
"Okay," Mrs. Wellington sighed slightly, looking a little dissatisfied and said, "Mrs. Morris should go to your house to cook for you. According to your physical condition, you have to walk this distance several times every day. It's really yes......"
The boy smiled politely and said, "Fortunately, this distance is not very tiring for me."
Mrs. Wellington said nothing more and asked: "Would you like to take a rest, little Milo?"
The boy hesitated for a while, nodded, walked in, looked around the entire restaurant, and saw Agnes.
Agnes watched the boy walk in. She did not hide her curiosity. She just raised her lips and smiled when the boy looked over.
The boy nodded politely to Agnes, then found a seat to sit quietly and rest for a while, then thanked Mrs. Wellington and left the restaurant.
Agnes took a bite of the Dishi pie with a strong meaty aroma and looked at the boy walking out. She did not choose to follow him out, but asked Mrs. Wellington: "That little boy doesn't look very healthy. , why does his family still let him walk on the street alone?”
Mrs. Wellington said with a sigh: "Poor little Milo, something happened to his family."
Agnes raised her eyebrows, put down the Dixie pie in her hand, and asked, "What's going on?"
"Something happened to his father and mother when they were building the breakwater," Mrs. Wellington couldn't help but sigh and said, "Daniel and him are the only ones left to depend on each other."
"A few days ago, his brother Daniel also disappeared, leaving little Milo here. Fortunately, Daniel entrusted little Milo to Mrs. Morris before leaving."
"Missing?" Agnes couldn't help but frowned and asked, "Why did you disappear?"
"I don't know," Mrs. Wellington shook her head and said, "The police have been tracking for a long time but haven't found Daniel. I'm afraid something happened."
"May the Mother Goddess give Daniel peace." Agnes drew a prayer gesture on her chest and said.
Mrs. Wellington made the same gesture, and spoke the same words as Agnes.
Agnes picked up the Disi pie on the plate again and began to eat. The rich aroma of meat filled the air in Agnes. Agnes temporarily restrained her thoughts and silently sensed the gradual... Vibes that go far.
The distance between the other party and her gradually widened, but the connection was never broken.
