The crimson flower slowly shrank and finally turned into a seed, while Agnes's eyes never left the two people below.
Nothing seems to have changed...
Agnes couldn't help but frown, and then saw the movement below slow down.
No, there are changes.
She saw the man stand up with a livid face, put on a bathrobe on one side, then pushed open the door forcefully, and walked out. The collision between the door and the wall made the unresponsive woman on the bed seem to tremble.
Then Agnes' keen hearing allowed her to hear vague conversations coming from outside.
"...I want to change to a girl..."
Ah, this... seems to have disrupted this lady's business...
Taking advantage of the chaos just now, Agnes silently jumped down from the ceiling and walked towards the open door. She couldn't help but look apologetically at the lady who was hurriedly putting clothes on her body. .
The lady who was trying hard to pull her clothes to cover her body paused, raised her head and looked straight in the direction of Agnes. Agnes was startled, and her eyes met the woman's eyes.
This vigilant and somewhat cold quality in his gaze is not something that an ordinary person should have. Judging from the look in her eyes, the woman was not as flustered as she appeared to be. Agnes looked the lady up and down calmly, allowing herself to memorize the woman's features.
This is a woman who looks a bit like a mixed race. She has certain characteristics of the local race, such as darker skin color and slightly curly hair; but she also has certain classic Loen characteristics, such as deep eyes and slightly lighter eyes. eye color.
To be honest, Agnes had to admit that this was really a beauty. Looking at Agnes from this point of view, combined with this lady's eyes with special characteristics, there is a strange aura.
Moreover, her face always gave Agnes a sense of familiarity, as if she had seen it somewhere before. Agnes did not think that this was just her illusion.
As if she didn't see anything, the woman withdrew her gaze, lowered her head and carefully sorted out the clothes she had just put on. Agnes could no longer see the lady's eyes, so she looked like a woman again. Just an ordinary local girl.
This lady was definitely not an ordinary person. She just didn't know the purpose of coming to the Red Theater. Agnes withdrew her gaze thoughtfully and walked out without looking at the lady again.
The safe route Nightingale took passed through the room she was in...and my spiritual intuition gave me no forewarning...
"Madam?" The voice of Nightingale in her ears brought Agnes out of her thoughts. She nodded slightly and did not speak, but slightly accelerated her pace.
"You go down the corridor on the right, past the first of two rooms to the right, and the lady you're looking for is there," Nightingale said.
This was the main purpose of her coming to the Red Theater today, to find the lady who spent the night with Maiviti and see if she could get some useful information from her, instead of disturbing other people's fun.
Agnes nodded and walked straight towards the room Nightingale mentioned.
This was not a relatively far distance. With Agnes' speed, even if she had to keep her footsteps silent, it only took less than a minute to reach the place Nightingale mentioned.
"There are two people inside, and the other is a man." Nightingale said in Agnes's ear again.
The door was closed, and according to Nightingale, in addition to the woman who had contact with McVitie, there was a man, perhaps a guest of this woman. This situation was not suitable for recommendation. Actions such as opening a door that might attract the attention of someone inside.
Agnes stood silently on one side of the door, frowning and pressing her ear to the door. She clearly heard gasps and moans coming from inside, and it seemed like something was going on inside. certain transactions.
Agnes hesitated and chose to let go of her desire to remember, and another crimson flower condensed in Agnes' palm.
It seems that this distance is still within the effective distance to remember the desire. Agnes watched the crimson flower take shape thoughtfully, and then slowly put her spirituality into the crimson flower.
Not long after, Agnes heard the men in the room swearing.
Agnes confessed secretly in her heart, instead of sorting out the information that appeared in her mind, she listened carefully to the sounds in the room.
The room was chaotic for a while, and then quieted down. Agnes heard heavy footsteps approaching the door, and she stepped back silently.
Agnes saw a bare-chested bald man leaning out his body. She saw some faint blue color exposed under the pure white shirt that was slightly transparent because it was soaked with sweat.
The man looked to be in his twenties, with thick beard on both sides of his face and dark brown eyes full of anger.
A local, Agnes thought subconsciously.
She had an intuition that this was the person Maiviti mentioned at that time.
Agnes's eyes lingered on the slight blue color exposed under the shirt on his arms for a while, and then turned to the beard that almost covered most of his face.
The beard on his face has the characteristic of camouflage, and to be honest, this person always feels awkward wearing a shirt. He probably wouldn't choose this kind of clothing on weekdays.
However, locals usually choose all-blue or all-white Taraba shirts, which is normal. Shirts like these come from Loen's colonization here.
The man pulled his coat off the coat rack and put it on himself, while walking out of the room.
Agnes raised her eyebrows, glanced at the woman in the room who could also clearly see her annoyance, turned around and followed the man who walked out of the room.
She watched the man angrily walk out of the Red Theater and walk through the streets, sometimes changing clothes in some places, sometimes turning corners, sometimes directly climbing over the wall in some places, heading southeast.
He has certain counter-investigation skills and is familiar with this road. It seems that he has an identity that requires covert operations and is most likely a rebel.
From this point of view, the blue color under the shirt that I saw before is most likely a sea snake pattern.
Agnes squatted on the roof and pressed the wide-brimmed hat on her head. She watched the man climb over the wall of the alley again and came to the road next to it. She jumped down silently and followed the man. behind.
If these rebels really want to cooperate with the indulgent faction, then their leader is really not a wise man, Agnes thought with a raised eyebrow.
After all, as far as she knew, their "Poseidon" Kavituwa was just a demigod, and it was too easy to say that cooperating with the lustful faction was seeking the skin of a tiger.
