Agnes stared at the girl's face in the mirror.
Reason told her that it was her own face, the face of Agnes Pagani, the daughter of Count Pagani and a nun of the Mother Earth Church who was about to go to the Southern Continent.
But Agnes stared at herself in the mirror, but she couldn't recognize her face, even though Agnes knew very well that it was her.
"Yes, just because you know that it is you." A figure wearing her red dress appeared next to Agnes's figure in the mirror.
"Is this what you expected?" Agnes cast her eyes on the red figure in the mirror and asked in a low voice.
Huizhen looked a little confused, and she frowned and stared at Agnes.
"You should know that I don't have expectations," she began.
Agnes looked at her deeply, withdrew her gaze, and leaned down slightly. After taking off the "Laugher Mask", her clothes were a little loose, so she pulled up her sleeves a little, and then turned on the faucet in the bathroom in the guest room. The slightly cold water splashed on the naked skin, and the slightly sleepy feeling was immediately cast aside.
Agnes took off a towel, wet it with water, and wiped her face vigorously a few times before looking in the mirror again.
"Because I found that some of the choices I made before seemed not to be my choices." Agnes said, "Were those made by you?"
"You think that was not the choice you made?" Huizhen said with a sarcastic smile on her lips, looking at Agnes, "I understand, you think we are separated, and I feel the same way."
"But the unchangeable essence is that we are no different. Once we have the same memories as credentials, the choices I will make are the choices you will make."
Agnes put the towel back and then looked up into the mirror again, "So, those... are really you?"
Huizhen laughed and said: "No, that's you, because I don't exist. If essentially speaking, I can only be regarded as the reflection of some memories at most."
Agnes pinched the emerald earring on her left ear and asked, "Is that why you need it? I think I might call it 'Whispers of the Abyss'?"
Agnes curled her lips and said.
"It doesn't count for you. Why, isn't it bad?" Huizhen put a hand on the mirror, stared at Agnes and asked: "It gives you the ability to perceive and influence other people's desires. , can also project me into reality, isn’t that good enough?”
Agnes did not speak, but just picked up the "Laughing Mask" that she had taken off before.
"It's good." Agnes stretched out her hand and put on the "Laughing Mask". "Of course it is more of a desire aspect. After all, it is contaminated."
Huizhen stared at Agnes, whose face was gradually changing, and smiled, "Anyway... pollution cannot affect you. These pollutions intensify its effect. For most extraordinary people except you, On the contrary, it has a stronger effect.”
"Why do I recognize 'Ella Boethia'?" Agnes stared at the face that appeared in the mirror, ended the topic, and asked, "What about you, why do I recognize you?"
"Don't you already understand?" Huizhen said before standing up straight again.
"This is the second level of madness." Agnes smoothed her hair and said, "The first level is the curse I got for walking this sequence?"
"Yes, in fact, if you don't directly use the characteristics to jump to the 'Werewolf', the influence of those curses is not enough to cause madness." Huizhen's mouth curved a little meaningless smile, "And now, for you, the first level The first level of madness is 'Blood Thirst' and the second level of madness is...well, 'Walking Corpse Syndrome', you name it."
"If you digest the potion early, the first level of madness should disappear and the original curse will be restored."
"I know." Agnes retracted her gaze towards the mirror, turned around and opened the door.
"By the way, the people of the 'Remnant Sin Order' should have felt what happened in Bodivia," Agnes heard Huizhen's voice ringing in her mind, sounding like she was gloating about her misfortune, "You Have you figured out how to fool them?"
Agnes couldn't help but stop at the bathroom door.
"What exactly is going on with the 'Yusu Cult'!" Agnes couldn't help but ask in her mind, but Huizhen didn't react at all, as if there was no difference from before.
"Ms. Boethia, what's wrong with you?" Little Milo looked at Agnes in surprise.
"Nothing." Agnes shrugged, let go of her hand on the door handle, and walked forward as if nothing had happened.
"Okay," little Milo didn't pay attention to Agnes' perfunctory answer. He raised his head and said seriously: "Mr. Lunn just came over. He has something to do with you."
"Thank you." Agnes reached out and patted Milo on the shoulder, smiled and nodded, "Have you asked him if he has heard about your brother's whereabouts?"
Little Milo was silent for a moment and shook his head, "I didn't ask."
Agnes nodded and said, "Okay, I understand."
She casually took off her wide-brimmed hat from the coat rack nearby, opened the door to the guest room, and walked out.
Lunn was leaning against the wall in a bored posture, and the light from the top of the corridor shone on him, casting a shadow slantingly.
"Are you going out for a walk?" Agnes turned to little Milo and asked.
Little Milo was silent for a moment, shook his head, and said, "I want to take a rest."
Agnes couldn't help laughing and said to Lunn, "Okay, let's talk while walking."
...
The night wind in Ellesmere Port on the Holy Island of Vossan carries the intoxicating scent of flowers and alcohol. The scene of feasting and feasting looks completely different from Sevia and Bodivia on the other side. The deep blue color Like the finest sapphire, the young girl's colorful skirt floats lightly in the wind.
"There are... parties at the 'Apprentice' bar every once in a while." Lunn whispered in Agnes's ear.
"Gnosis Club?" Agnes asked, raising her eyebrows.
Lunn nodded.
Agnes couldn't help laughing. She looked at Lunn up and down, and then rubbed her bracelet. Well, she had already given this bracelet a very perfunctory name "Aurelio's gift". name.
"Have you contacted them again before?" Agnes asked with a smile.
Lunn nodded.
"Well, I can't go today, but maybe I can check it out tomorrow. We'll check out other bars today."
Agnes casually opened the door of a bar on the street. The smell of alcohol became stronger in the warm air. Waiters in uniforms were walking around carrying silver-white trays, and golden bubbles of liquid were flowing in the cups. With various flashes of light.
Agnes's eyes were attracted by the people on the stage slightly higher than the ground in the middle of the crowd. The young man was wearing a careful tuxedo and was facing the people walking in from the door. His nimble fingers were on the black and white piano keys. Dancing, but the sound of smooth music was almost completely covered up by the noise in the bar.
