Port Damir, one of Loen's colonial islands in the Sunian Sea.
Agnes raised her head and stared at the various reward orders stacked on the wall, and pressed the wide-brimmed hat on her head.
She opened the door and walked into the hotel. The warm breath inside instantly relieved the coldness on her clothes that were soaked by the rain.
The rainwater flowing down along the lines of the long leather jacket fell on the ground, forming puddles of water stains.
Agnes stamped her feet on the temporary felt at the door, shook her body, and left all the water that could flow down on the felt under her feet.
Then her eyes wandered around the first floor that had been turned into a pub. There were not many people here on a rainy day, and she managed to find Lunn here, who was drinking a glass of Southwell beer with little effort.
Agnes walked to the table where Lun was sitting, pulled out the chair opposite Lun and sat down.
"Have you heard anything?" Agnes asked softly.
Lunn nodded, but did not speak. He just stood up.
Agnes did not move, looking at Lunn.
"Mino wants to talk to you." Lunn explained.
Agnes stood up helplessly and pushed the chair back.
"Okay," Agnes said with a shrug, "I do need to go back to my room and change my clothes."
Agnes didn't want to go out hunting in such weather anymore. If she wasn't afraid that the hunting target would run away if she moved slowly today, she would have planned to stay in the hotel for the whole day.
And she still underestimated the power of rain in the island area. To be honest, she even felt like the storm lord was pouring water under her feet. Agnes couldn't help but think in her heart, and this seemed to be ordinary here. rain. The long leather jacket she wore outside would have been able to withstand most of the rain in the year if she had been in Feneport City, but today...
Agnes reached out to unbutton her leather jacket, grabbed the fabric inside her leather jacket and twisted it, successfully leaving a puddle of water on the ground.
Lunn glanced at Agnes with a strange expression.
Agnes raised her eyebrows and cast her gaze over.
"What's wrong?" Agnes asked.
Lunn subconsciously withdrew his gaze.
"It's nothing, it's just..." he said with evasive eyes, "You seem... much more bold than before."
What is this guy talking about?
Agnes couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, and she looked at her "waiter" in disbelief.
Does he have too many ideas of his own? Agnes couldn't help but reflect.
Her eyes swept across the shade of the kerosene lamp on the table, and Huizhen's uncontrollable laughter rang in her ears.
Agnes's gaze rested on the lampshade.
"Did you just realize?" Huizhen's voice even trembled, "Did you just realize that your 'werewolf waiter' has too much autonomy?"
Agnes raised her eyebrows and said to Lunn: "Please go out first."
Then she stretched out her hand to push the person out of the room and closed the door with a bang.
"Is it because he established a spiritual connection with me?" Agnes walked into the bathroom and said to Huizhen who appeared in the mirror.
"What do you think? It's not like you haven't seen other 'werewolf waiters' before." Huizhen smiled so much that she almost trembled. "In terms of soul, the priority of the spiritual infection from you is higher than the werewolf poison."
"So when I use werewolf toxin to infect others and transform into a waiter, once the 'waiter' establishes a spiritual link with me, then the infection from my mind will overwrite the link established by the werewolf toxin?"
"Hmm?" Huizhen smiled and shrugged, "The 'waiter' whose mind has been infected by werewolf toxin is not so flexible."
"What about his body?" Agnes looked at the person in the mirror and said, "I didn't feel any other mutations in his body..."
"And his shelf life is only a few days away." Agnes said in a tone that was almost like a sigh. "He is quite convenient for asking for information about those pirates."
"Aren't you very clear? Our infection exists in the soul and heart," Huizhen calmed down a little, but still said with a curled up corner of his mouth: "The etheric body and beyond have nothing to do with us."
Agnes didn't speak anymore, just stared at the person in the mirror who still had the corners of his mouth raised, and said after a long time: "It looks much better now."
Huizhen raised her lips and tilted her head in confusion.
"You smiled too exaggeratedly before." Agnes added in a low voice, looking at her shadow in the mirror.
The smile on Huizhen's lips faded, and she looked at Agnes expressionlessly.
Agnes withdrew her gaze towards the mirror, took off her soaked clothes and threw them on the sink, then reached out and turned on the shower inside.
The slightly warm water rushed down from the top of her head. Agnes raised her head with some comfort and let the water wash over her face, and pushed her hair back.
Then she stood up straight and subconsciously turned her gaze to the side mirror. She saw Huizhen still staying in that position, wearing a luxurious red dress, looking at her quietly.
Agnes couldn't help but twitch her lips and stopped looking at the mirror.
...
"Len said you wanted to talk to me?" Agnes asked, looking at little Milo. She was sitting sideways, wiping her hair with a towel in both hands.
Little Milo nodded hesitantly, tugged at the edge of his shirt, then raised his head and looked at Agnes and said, "I seem to have heard about Daniel."
Agnes stopped, put down her hand, and turned to look at little Milo seriously.
"Do you want to go find him?" Agnes asked.
Little Milo became quiet, pulled the fabric under his hand, and remained silent for a long time.
Agnes looked at little Milo, waiting for his answer.
"No, I don't want to," Little Milo raised his head and said, with a little firmness in his eyes, and said to Agnes: "I shouldn't go to him now, I'm still too weak."
Agnes sighed, reached out and grabbed Milo's shoulders, and couldn't help but rub Milo's hair with one hand.
"You know I'll help you."
"No," said little Milo, shaking his head, "I shouldn't ask you to help me."
He reached out and removed Agnes's hand from his head.
"This is my business, and you should not take care of me like a child," said little Milo. "I swore in Bodivia that I would guard you and praise you, not that you should take care of me."
"And you are actually not much older than me," Milo said seriously, "I know that you who look like a nun are your true age."
Ah this...
Agnes didn't know what to say for a moment. Was she going to tell Milo that she was not just "Agnès Pagani"?
It seemed like it was nothing, Agnes thought, after all, Milo had already glimpsed part of his truth from the very beginning, and this was not something unacceptable to Milo.
So Agnes put her hand that was pulled down by Milo on Milo's other shoulder and whispered: "But my age should not be calculated from the birth of this body."
