"This is your mission, isn't it?" Agnes said with a smile, "Otherwise, you won't be able to get the subsequent formula, right?"
"The previous assassination occurred in the theater," Lunn looked a little helpless. "The failure of that assassination not only caused people to talk about the matter, but the protective force around Mr. Lord has also been strengthened, and the vigilance has also been increased a lot."
"So," Agnes smiled, added some sugar to the cup, and stirred it with a teaspoon, "is this assassination too difficult for you?"
"This was an assassination that was unnecessary and extremely risky." Lunn stared at Agnes with bright eyes and said, "And I know you think so too."
"You are just interested in the reason why the person behind the assassination was carried out, aren't you?" Lunn said in a low voice.
"Actually, I'm not particularly interested." Agnes said casually, "I'm just looking for something to do while waiting for the weekend performance at the theater."
"And this sensational assassination is undoubtedly a good subject of investigation." Agnes picked up the coffee and drank it.
"I understand." Lunn nodded, with a serious look on his face, "I will try my best."
He reached out and picked up the black courtesy on the table and put it on his head, "I will try my best to provide you with games that are enough to please you."
Agnes couldn't help but choked on the coffee she had just poured into her mouth.
Lunn pressed his chest and saluted, opened the door and walked out.
"Ms. Boethia, you..." Little Milo's hesitant voice came from the side. Agnes patted her chest and turned her head, seeing little Milo standing by the door that was pushed open. , looked at Agnes hesitantly.
"Are you okay?" Milo asked hesitantly.
"I'm fine," Agnes suppressed her coughing and asked instead, "Are you going out?"
Little Milo nodded.
"Do you want me to accompany you?" Agnes stood up and poured out the unfinished coffee in the cup.
"If you have time." Little Milo watched Agnes take off her long windbreaker from the hanger, with a little expectation in her voice.
"Then let's go."
Agnes smiled and put her wide-brimmed hat on her head.
...
"Like Bodivia, it looks very peaceful during the day." Little Milo looked at the people coming and going, and suddenly turned to Agnes and said.
"But?" Agnes asked, raising her eyebrows.
"But I can still feel the haze permeating the dark and narrow place." Xiao Milo looked at the alley beside the bar not far away. The puddles formed by dirty water on the cracked ground were vaguely visible. Trash such as water-soaked newspapers and broken bricks were hidden in dark corners.
"You can find some different places." Agnes glanced at it and said, "You can always find some differences."
"Have you been to many cities?" Little Milo raised his head and let his eyes fall on Agnes's eyes.
"I've only been to a few," Agnes said with a smile. "After all, I was not in good health when I was a child and I almost never went out."
"Then do you like the city you lived in when you were a child?" asked Milo.
Agnes thought about the city of Feneport, Aurelio, Mr. Rossi, and Renes, and nodded with a smile.
"I guess I like it," she said.
"But I don't like Bodivia very much." Little Milo withdrew his gaze, lowered his head and said, "Daniel is always busy in order to earn money to buy bread, but sometimes after a busy day, he can only Come back empty-handed; Mrs. Wellington is always willing to give those homeless people a job opportunity, but when she is blackmailed by the gang, those people dare to avoid it; Mrs. Morris is very loving to the children, but Mr. Morris will always be there Hit her when she was drunk.”
Agnes said nothing, waiting for Milo's next words.
"Bodivia has always been like this," said young Milo after a pause, "and it's no different in Ellesmere."
"I have always wondered whether it was because of Bodivia's depravity that my dear father and mother behaved like that, that there were so many vagrants and gangsters in the city, and that those incompetent people would look for people who were weaker than them. People want to vent." Little Milo couldn't help but clenched his fists and raised his head to look at Agnes, "After all, I have always been able to feel the numb and desperate haze that those fallen gods love most, always lingering in Bodivia. over the sky.”
"But now it looks like it's not what I thought it was."
Agnes clearly saw that the fragile disguise in Milo's eyes that had not collapsed due to his immature thoughts and maintained its original shape was quietly collapsing. The turbulent darkness was rolling in his eyes, and it seemed as if To drown him.
Agnes couldn't help but sigh in her heart. As a half-secret person, Xiao Milo would still be a little extreme even if he behaved normally.
"Would you like to go back to Bodivia to see Mrs. Wellington and Mrs. Morris at some point?" Agnes knelt down and stretched out her hand to hold Milo's shoulders and asked.
Little Milo nodded almost without hesitation.
"Then you don't hate Bodivia that much." Agnes let go of her hand and reached out to open Xiao Milo's clenched fist. "No one can like every aspect of a city."
"Sometimes you will always find it a bit annoying." Agnes said with a smile.
"I think I quite like the city I lived in when I was a child," Agnes took Milo's hand and walked forward, "but I really don't like those politicians who play with power."
Agnes looked down at the road paved with bricks under her feet, which was not very smooth.
"You never know what they're thinking," she whispered. "They always have secrets they're hiding from you."
"You have no idea what's more important in their hearts. Do they love their family more or do they love the laws more?"
Agnes subconsciously tightened her hand holding little Milo, and then immediately relaxed a little when she realized it.
"Even if you question him, he will just look calm and even calmly ask you the reason for your anger." An almost mocking smile appeared on Agnes's face, "Then when you are about to do something that is not in line with him, When planning something, he took the initiative to show weakness and used all the friendship between you and him as a bargaining chip to make you obey..."
Agnes stopped speaking, took a deep breath, and softened her expression.
"It's quite annoying," Agnes tugged at the corner of her mouth, "but it doesn't affect my liking for other aspects."
"But it's also because I like it that I find those annoying places particularly irritating." Agnes looked down at Milo and said.
Little Milo didn't speak, but looked at Agnes with some concern, "Are you talking about your relatives?"
Agnes nodded hesitantly.
"Are you the daughter of Count Pagani?" Little Milo asked suddenly as he looked at Agnes.
