Wentz strode among the singing and dancing crowds, his silhouette reflected in those pupils that looked numb and in a trance. Her brown curly hair looked messy, and her blue eyes seemed to be burning with fire.
He passed through the chaotic flow of people dancing with demons, and the golden-red light spread across the entire road he walked. After he walked by, the numbness and coldness in the eyes of the dancing people disappeared. Their eyes looked around full of fear, and their limbs danced strangely slowly. After a while, he seemed to be confused by something again after a few seconds, as if he was thrown into it again.
Countless vines pierced the ground behind him and grew crazily, quickly binding the people on the street who had become confused again, forcibly immobilizing their limbs and stopping their non-stop dancing. Several people wearing the robes of priests or nuns of the Mother Earth Church immediately took these people to the roadside.
"Leave it to us." A female voice with a sense of vicissitudes of life sounded behind him, "Just ask them to stop their artless dance, we can still do it."
Wentz didn't look back, he just increased the speed of his feet, and the expression on his already expressionless face became colder and colder.
...
The man picked up his suitcase, walked out of the elegantly decorated room, and casually took off his wide-brimmed hat on the coat rack. The feathers on the hat look like the tail feathers of an eagle about to take flight.
He put on his hat and walked outside. His heels made a "thump" sound on the wooden floor, and then there was the sound of drums from behind.
He seemed to be a little surprised and stopped in his tracks. He looked troubled and thought for a while, then raised his feet and stepped on the ground again, letting the sound of his footsteps and the sound of the drums sound together.
He looked somewhat satisfied and smiled, letting his footsteps echo in the room with the sound of drums.
He suddenly looked carelessly into the dark corner by the stairs, winking mischievously.
"Ah, there you are, little vampire." He said with a smile on his lips, "I remember...your name is Hayden Elwes."
Hayden didn't speak. His body was tense. The purple blood vessels were slightly bulging on the surface of the pale skin. The sharp fangs were exposed from the side of his mouth. His whole body looked like a bow being drawn, as if it could be drawn at any moment. May be ejected.
He didn't seem to notice Hayden's intention, and turned his head while pressing his wide-brimmed hat, as if recalling:
"I remember that you have been looking for me before, but I never wanted to see you, so I had to find some ways to avoid trouble... I hope you are not angry because of these little jokes."
Goteles smiled and lowered his head, smiling gracefully:
"However, I have finished my work, and I am now willing to communicate with you. I remember that you are very interested in the "Dance of Saint Vitus". Do you want to try it?... You see, as long as If you wish, your wish can come true now, how about it, are you happy?"
The crimson moonlight shines from the window of the room behind him that has not been closed, and mixes with the flesh on the ground to form a black blood. On the drum in the center of the huge room, a person has been stripped to the point where only pale remains are left. skeletal woman dancing strange dance.
Pale white bone fragments and bone powder rustled down as she moved, and piled up on the drum surface like salt crystals on the edge of a saltwater lake on the mountains, making the drum surface look a little blood red.
Goteles tilted his head, looking a little confused, and asked strangely:
"What's wrong, aren't you going to come over?"
Hayden jumped up suddenly, and a group of illusory bats flew out from behind him, blocking his sight.
Goteles didn't move, just looked at the empty corner after the bats disappeared, and shrugged helplessly.
"Well, you are such a timid little vampire, no wonder you don't even enter the city."
He took out a folded piece of letter paper from his pocket and held it in front of his eyes.
"Forget it, let me see how the script is written next."
"Well, the downtown square... this is not easy to handle. It is estimated that there are people from the Church of the Mother Earth... I wonder if they will see that I have not caused a lot of trouble here. He even helped them capture a few Xin Yuan Yue and let me go..."
He tilted his head as if listening to something, then shrugged and said, "What are you talking about? I didn't hear you!"
"What, you say I'm not 'Gothless Vitus,' nor a playwright? Why, what does it matter! Who cares about that? Gotles... Colclough. .....or...none of this matters."
His body gradually transformed into an illusory, viscous black liquid, which quickly rushed out of the door.
"Anyway, as long as this dance of the mountains is enough to please the gods and make the gods pay attention, it is enough."
...
"How do we get in?" Miss Gregory looked at the closed monastery in front of her and the high walls around it. "To be honest, I always feel that if we don't think of a better way, we will definitely be caught and imprisoned. Went to the solitary confinement room.”
Little Milo glanced at Miss Gregory strangely, stopped, and let go of the trolley.
"Hey, hey, hey," Miss Gregory became anxious and whispered: "You..."
Little Milo ignored her and stepped forward to push open the heavy door.
Miss Gregory couldn't help but widen her eyes and looked at little Milo in surprise.
"I didn't expect the convent door to be unlocked at night," murmured Miss Gregory in surprise.
Little Milo took a deep breath and said in an unpleasant tone: "Miss, you must not be a devout believer."
Miss Gregory couldn't help laughing, looking surprised, "Oh, you saw it, what should I do?"
Little Milo glanced at the seemingly empty monastery, and finally cast his eyes in one direction.
"Tell me, will the Mother Goddess punish me..." Miss Gregory said looking at the sky in confusion.
"The Mother Goddess is forgiving." A peaceful voice sounded in the darkness of the corridor, and Agnes walked out slowly, holding on to the wall.
"Anyone who is a believer in Him is His child."
Her face was a little pale, and she raised her head and glanced at the red full moon in the sky.
"You don't seem to like the monastery very much, Miss Gregory, would you like to tell me why?" Agnes asked with a gentle smile on her lips.
Miss Gregory looked deeply at Agnes, smiled, and said: "Sister Pagani, if your elders have threatened you since childhood, it is always 'If you don't obey, you will be sent to a convent.'" In that case, will you be happy when you see the abbey?"
Agnes nodded and said in a positive tone: "Indeed."
"So, besides this, is there anything you want to ask me? Sister Pagani." Miss Gregory sighed and said.
