"The wolf snow you want is twenty grams in total."
The middle-aged man in front of him placed an extremely small black box on the table.
Agnes glanced at the small black box, turned around and pulled up the curtains in the room.
"I need to make sure." Agnes raised a smile on her lips and stared closely at the light brown eyes of the middle-aged man in front of her.
The middle-aged man snorted and watched Agnes pick up the black box with some caution without saying a word.
A faint feeling of coldness emanated from the snow-white powder in the box. Agnes gently touched a spot stuck to the wall with her slightly longer fingernail, and little black and blue marks appeared on the tip of the nail.
"It's indeed Langxue." Agnes raised her head and showed a smile.
"Then the deal between me and you is complete." The middle-aged man said with a hint of coldness in his tone.
"Yes, happy transaction, Mr. Ozil." Agnes smiled and nodded. She took off the gray plaid wide-brimmed hat on her head, bowed and saluted, then turned and walked out of the slightly visible room where she was. Small room.
The smell of alcohol was mixed with the stench of people's sweat, and the quarrels, cheers, and the playing of the Fenebote were mixed into a noisy sound that made Agnes couldn't help but frown slightly.
Agnes pushed aside all the people who were drunkenly blocking her from leaving the tavern, and left the tavern that made her feel uncomfortable as quickly as possible. She couldn't help but breath in the salty ocean air outside. He took a breath.
She turned her gaze to the increasingly intense sunlight, hid the black box in her arms deeper, and then seemed to be in a good mood as she walked toward the hotel on the side along the still slightly damp concrete floor.
Then her eyes rested on the two people walking out of the hotel.
One person is a man of medium height, who looks to be less than 1.75 meters tall. His skin color is yellowish and has a tanned feel. His contours are softer, but his eye sockets are deep-set, and he has obvious Fennecport North. People of highland origin.
The other person was a tall but slightly stooped man, with a sense of incongruity all over his body. The two eyes are one high and one low, the two nostrils are one big and one small, the legs are long and the other is short, the arms are thick and thin, and the muscles on the left side of the face are slightly slack, causing the corners of the mouth to droop a bit, while the right side is just the opposite.
Products made from the human body? Agnes understood the identity of this person almost instantly. She had seen similar creations in the Isaulia Institute of Biology and the underground of St. Diana Church... and some even more bizarre than the person in front of her. .
However, the sense of incongruity in the person in front of him was obviously not due to the maker's weird ideas, but simply because his birth was not considered a success.
Agnes did not cover her gaze and looked at the two of them calmly.
She had also seen the person in front of her before. At Byam's house, it was regarded as the contact point of Ferneport, or the Earth Mother Goddess. At that time, she was there to exchange for Siwen Brown's bounty. This person was drinking Byam Heland in the store. .
The tall, hunched man cast his gaze over. His eyes quickly glanced at Agnes, and then paused for a moment at the ring on Agnes's hand.
He nodded to Agnes with a slightly respectful attitude, then withdrew his gaze and said something to the person next to him. The man next to him, who was obviously from Fenebor, also looked at Agnes. After taking a look and nodding slightly, the two of them turned and walked away together.
Agnes withdrew her gaze, turned and walked into the hotel.
She opened the room door. The woman with slightly curly hair, dark skin, and light brown eyes sat quietly at the table and looked over when the door creaked.
Agnes glanced at the woman, turned around and took off the hat on her head, took off her windbreaker and hung it on the coat rack, then picked up the kettle on the table and poured a glass of water.
"How do you feel today? Lani." Agnes asked softly.
Lani's light brown eyes did not move away from Agnes, but she just stared at Agnes without speaking.
Agnes looked at Lani from top to bottom, then looked at the flowers in her hand that were almost transparent with blood stains, and sighed slightly.
"It seems pretty good." Agnes withdrew her gaze, turned around and walked into the bedroom, holding the door.
She pulled up the curtains in the bedroom, then took out beakers and other utensils from the suitcase on the side table, and then took out the rusty brass bullets, leaves with dots of scarlet marks, and bottles filled with yellow-green liquid. He took out the vial and the black box in his arms.
"Nightingale," Agnes called.
"Madam." Faint ripples spread, and Nightingale's figure appeared behind Agnes.
"Pay attention to me," Agnes quickly added the auxiliary materials according to the amounts in the formula. White mist with a cold breath rose from the beaker containing the materials, "The surrounding situation and my situation."
Nightingale nodded slightly, took a step back, looked at Agnes, and said nothing.
The faint bluish-black liquid fluctuated slightly in the beaker. Agnes picked up the brass bullet with stains on it. A faint gray-black mist wrapped around it, and the rust stains spread quickly. She shot it directly The somewhat loose brass bullet sank into the blue-black liquid and was completely submerged in the blink of an eye.
Bubbles emerged one after another, and the liquid gradually became dark and sticky, with wisps of maggot-like liquid swimming inside.
Agnes picked up her beaker and poured the sticky liquid into the glass that had been prepared nearby. Then she raised her right hand and took off the "Laugher Mask" on her face. There was a strip where the mask connected to her face. Strips of meat emerged, and as the distance increased, they broke one by one.
Then she picked up the glass containing the dark viscous liquid on the table and poured all the potion into her mouth.
The taste of flesh and blood that had been rotting for a long time spread quickly in the mouth, and then a faint feeling of coldness and numbness seemed to spread from the digestive tract.
She felt as if her spirit had been pulled out of her body, and she saw patches of black and blue marks appearing on her skin. Her originally plump skin quickly shriveled up, and streaks of black and red liquid flowed from her eyes, nose, and ears. , mouth and everywhere spilled.
The leafless tree was quickly sketched in Agnes' mind. She suddenly opened her eyes and looked at the full-length mirror in the corner of the bedroom.
