Agnes couldn't help but twitch her lips as she looked at the figure that reminded her of a flying polyp.
The face that does not look like a real person has an attraction that seems to come from imagination. The snowflake-colored eyes and the slightly dull skin seem to exude a soft light, making it look transparent. Her hair seemed to be dancing according to the fluctuations in the air, and what attracted her attention the most was Nightingale's clothes——
Those clothes that sometimes look thick and sometimes thin always seem to be trendy beyond the times, and look like waves on the seaside; there is a circle of fibers on the waist that look as thin as tentacles, and they also follow the air. The waves danced, and the slight enlargement at the ends allowed Agnes to clearly see that these fibers presented a hidden continuous state, like strings hidden under a beautiful rhythm.
Agnes tried hard to keep the smile off her face, but unfortunately Nightingale was keenly aware of her thoughts.
"You can laugh if you want," Nightingale said somewhat depressedly. "I originally thought that people in this world would think this is beautiful. Judging from their impressions, people would like these."
Agnes rubbed her cheeks and pressed down the corners of her mouth.
"There is indeed a sense of beauty," Agnes said softly, "but it is a little difficult to understand for people's general aesthetics."
"Moreover," Agnes paused and said, "your impression comes from those who are at the forefront of art. Many of them have aesthetics that are beyond ordinary people. If their overall aesthetics are used as a reference,"
Agnes couldn't help but put a smile on her lips, "For most people, the image you present yourself is a bit too exaggerated."
Nightingale looked a little gloomy, and Agnes couldn't help but reach out and rub her cheek.
"It doesn't matter," Agnes said with a smile. "You are special. There is no need to change yourself according to other people's ideas. Since this is the image you think you should have, then let others Guys just come and get to know you.”
Seeing that Nightingale still had a serious look on her face, Agnes couldn't help pinching her nose, "If you encounter a special situation where you have to let others not see you, follow the rules that are in line with other people's understanding. Just try to disguise it as much as possible."
"Okay," Agnes casually rubbed Nightingale's cheek, "I want to go to a place to investigate and verify something. Do you want to accompany me? It may need to be hidden."
Nightingale finally turned her attention away from her own image, "Where are you going, madam?"
"Well," Agnes hesitated and said in an uncertain tone: "If possible, Red Theater?"
The tips of Nightingale's ears instantly turned a little red.
...
"The Red Theater," Agnes looked at the vast red building in front of her and raised her eyebrows, "it looks really lively from the outside."
Judging from the street corner here, there are people coming and going and horse-drawn carriages alternating there, and there is no feeling of late night at all.
"No wonder many pirates are willing to risk being caught and come here to see it." Agnes said with a smile.
"Madam, how do you want to get in?" Nightingale's voice rang in Agnes's ears. Slight ripples appeared and disappeared in Agnes's right ear. The agate-colored earrings and the emerald earrings in her left ear The earrings look a little strangely asymmetrical.
Agnes smiled and touched her right ear, "Of course, walk in."
"But all the people who went in were men!" Nightingale's voice was a little louder, and Agnes clearly felt her anxiety.
"There's no rule that women can't come here to spend money," Agnes curled her lips and said, "Nightingale, how come you have learned a lot of stereotypes in this world."
"Madam, you...I..." The voice in her ear hesitated for a few words and then fell silent. Agnes did not hear the next words for a whole minute.
"Don't worry, don't worry," Agnes said with a smile, "I'm just joking. There are mixed people in the Red Theater, and there are forces from all sides. There may even be extraordinary people with strong own strength or some backgrounds. Deep guys come here to have fun, and I should never attract the attention of those people now."
"So you are ready to sneak in?" Nightingale seemed relieved and asked.
"Uh-huh." Agnes nodded and responded, "To be honest, if you hadn't given me directions and planned a safe enough route, I would never have come here directly. I don't want to be here. Get crazy."
"Understood, madam." Nightingale responded seriously.
"Okay, I will remain silent for the next period of time," Agnes said in a low voice, "I'll trouble you next, Nightingale."
Nightingale's serious response came to her ears. Agnes raised her head and glanced at the door of the red building where people were coming and going. She muttered in a low voice as if she was unwilling to do so: "Sooner or later, I will be honest. Walk in through the front door once."
She reached out and gently touched the blue gemstone on the bracelet "Aurelio's Gift" that was still on her wrist. Her figure began to disappear inch by inch, and finally disappeared without a trace.
...
"The strong aura of desire of a lucky pirate." Agnes squatted on the beam and looked at the man and woman whose bodies were intertwined and extremely devoted. Her eyes swept over the crimson flowers that were almost formed under her control, and her face was tormented. It keeps getting weird.
"It turns out that as long as I'm close enough when the desire breaks out, I can remember it." Agnes thought for a moment, just looking at the flower taking shape in her hand without making any unnecessary moves.
"And this desire should come from the man below. Judging from the desire I feel, the lady below does not have such a desire." Agnes stretched out her hand and touched it slightly. flowers, then lowered his head and looked at the increasingly intense movements below.
"It seems that just such a degree did not have any impact on this man." Agnes returned her attention to the crimson flower in her hand thoughtfully, "And this was when Lawrence lost control. level, so it seems that my desire to remember them will not cause a loss of control.”
"Then, the following actions," Agnes slowly put her spirituality into the flowers in her palm, "will this have any impact on the eager master?"
