Agnes slowed down in front of the closed cafe window, finally stopped, and slightly smoothed her hair in front of the reflection on the glass.
There is no doubt that the face of the woman in the reflection does not look very good. Her brown eyes are full of restlessness, her light brown hair looks a little messy, and her usually rosy skin looks a little pale.
Agnes looked at the face in the reflection carefully before looking away.
She knew that this was the identity she was playing besides Sister Pagani, the bounty hunter Ella Boethia.
Agnes's hand, which was arranging her hair, slid down, rested next to her ear for a moment, and finally let it go.
She knew that hidden by the hair on her temples, a bright emerald earring was on her left ear, and she also knew very well how dangerous this apparently harmless earring was.
After all, as one of the three "seeds" recovered yesterday, Agnes really couldn't figure out why she didn't hand this one to the Beloved One at that time.
"Because it's not dangerous to you." Agnes saw Huizhen's figure wearing a white dress and a red shawl appearing next to her reflection on the glass, "And we agreed to find him Extraordinary items for audience sequences, and this one more than delivers."
Agnes glanced at Huizhen's figure and took it back without any reaction.
She turned around and continued walking toward the dock.
The morning at Bodivia Pier seemed a bit lively, but Agnes glanced over and saw only frightened faces.
She saw a man wearing a priest's costume from the Church of the Mother Earth staying at the dock. From time to time he fiddled with a disc-shaped object in his hand, his eyes moving between the passengers and sailors, and then he put it away without doing anything. other things.
Agnes withdrew her gaze and walked into the ticket hall.
"A second-class seat to Ellesmere Port." Agnes said aloud. Her eyes did not look at the conductor, but were slightly wandering. She didn't know what she was thinking about, and she handed over a ticket casually. 1 gold riso note.
The conductor nodded subconsciously, tore off a paper ticket from the side, and raised his head to look at Agnes.
"Ah, madam, it's you!" The conductor's somewhat surprised words brought Agnes back from her slightly divergent thinking, and she finally turned her gaze to the conductor.
She glanced at the conductor and found that it was the conductor she had met when she came to Bodivia Port that day.
Agnes smiled politely and pretended to be enlightened: "Ah, it's you. I didn't expect you, madam, to still remember me."
"Of course, I remember you, the lady who wanted to buy a ticket to Ellesmere Port a week in advance." The conductor said with a smile, "Are you leaving Bodivia?"
Agnes nodded and said, "Yes, after thinking about it, it would be safer to leave earlier."
The conductor nodded and handed the ticket and change to Agnes, "Anyway, the celebration is over, and there is nothing interesting to do later."
Agnes took the change and paused for a moment, then asked in a casual tone: "Does Bodivia have the kind of celebration last night every year?"
The conductor was stunned for a moment, nodded and said, "Of course, it happens every year."
Agnes didn't ask any more questions, just thanked her thoughtfully, put the change and ticket back into her pocket, turned around and walked out of the ticket hall.
"Happy Anna..."
Her eyes swept over the priests of the Mother Earth Church who were still standing there, and she walked towards the ship parked aside without stopping.
"It seems like she's not worried about not being able to buy a ticket." Agnes glanced at the somewhat empty cabin, found her seat, and sat down.
She held her suitcase in her arms, stretched her body, leaned back in the chair, and closed her eyes.
"Excuse me." A gentle male voice came from not far away. Agnes opened her eyes and saw Len walking towards her seat with a suitcase after the other party moved out of the way.
Agnes withdrew her gaze and closed her eyes again.
"Ms. Boethia." Agnes opened her eyes instantly and saw little Milo waving to her while carrying a suitcase almost as big as herself.
Agnes took a deep breath, raised her hand to pinch her eyebrows, and stood up.
"You..." Agnes paused for a moment, and finally said nothing. She just silently helped little Milo lift his luggage and put it on the luggage rack.
"Sit next to me." Agnes said in a tone that left no room for doubt.
Little Milo nodded quickly and reached out to grab the hem of Agnes' windbreaker.
...
Officer Harriman pressed his forehead tiredly, picked up the cold coffee next to him and drank it all in one gulp.
The door of the office was pushed open, and Detective Vicente Poirot, who had a few more bandages on his body, walked in.
"Why are you working overtime so early?" Vicente casually sat down on the sofa on the side of the office. He raised his head and saw Officer Harriman's face and couldn't help but laugh.
He nodded and said in an exaggerated tone: "I'm just kidding. I understand, I understand, you didn't go back last night."
Officer Harriman couldn't help clenching his fists, suppressing his desire to stand up and punch the man.
"Have you finished the case related to the bounty mission of Ms. Ella Boesia?" Vicente asked immediately.
"No, there were more involved, and she also sent many more people..." Officer Harriman said with a sigh.
Vicente shrugged and said casually: "It's okay, Ms. Boethia has left anyway."
Officer Harriman raised his head and stared at Vicente.
Vicente smiled and said: "This morning...no, early in the morning, the Boisian lady came to me and asked me to tell you that she was leaving Bodivia and was going to be with Bodivia. The cooperation with the National Police Agency has also ended, and she has received all the reward money she was entitled to."
Officer Harriman was stunned for a moment and nodded, "I understand."
Vicente relaxed his body, leaned on the back of the sofa, and said nothing for a while.
After a long time, he broke the silence: "I'm leaving too."
Harriman instantly raised his head and looked at Vicente.
"I'm going to take a look at Lomborg." Vicente said without pausing.
"The relationship between Fenebaud and Lundborg is not a friendly one." Harriman was silent for a while before speaking.
"I know." Vicente smiled and nodded.
"Then I hope you stay far away." Officer Harriman twitched the corner of his mouth and said.
"Of course, wish me good luck." Vicente stretched, stiffened his movements, and stood up with a grin on his face.
"I'm leaving." He stopped at the door and turned around and said.
"Go away." Officer Harriman laughed and cursed.
Vicente smiled and stopped walking. The sound of the leather shoes and the wooden floor gradually became smaller and smaller until it disappeared.
