“Either it disappears after a moment of satisfaction, or it becomes unrecognizable as it continues to grow.”
Agnes slowly walked to the window and looked outside.
"Desire is such a thing."
Her eyes passed little by little over the boiling crowd that could be described as crazy, and finally stopped on the high tower burning with inexplicable flames. Her high-pitched singing voice seemed to be flying on the hot wind with indescribable colors at this moment. It renders almost half of the sky to the entire city, making it look like a torch is being held up in the night sky.
Anderson and the others only felt a creepy sense of crisis piercing through the half-open window accompanied by the sound of music. Half of their blood seemed to be boiling, and half was so cold that it seemed to be frozen.
"Let it burn!"
The indescribable color almost obscured everything in sight.
"Death!"
The unstoppable tremors carry a tinnitus that seems to pierce into the brain.
"Wake up!"
The heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably, as if it could jump out of the chest at any time and run towards the source of the singing.
Agnes casually pushed the half-open window completely open, and the scorching wind poured in along the wide open window. Her body seemed to have dark red and purple markings appearing in one moment, and then completely disappeared in the next moment, and she The figure has fallen on the ground paved with bluestones together with ashes or something else.
Then, in the next moment, her figure stepped on the surging crowd and headed towards the tower.
Anderson only felt that his brain, which had fallen into chaos during the singing, was slightly sobered by the blowing wind. Then in the next moment, his blood almost completely froze in the piercing sense of crisis, and his whole person calmed down completely.
He turned his head stiffly and saw a piece of tattered skirt with signs of decay.
"Ah, what a wonderful evening," Anderson's voice sounded completely normal. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Countess."
"You're not that happy, sir," said the woman whose delicate makeup could not hide the traces of rot under her skin. She turned her head to look at Edwina and Okfa, who were watching her warily, and sighed faintly. "You don't need to worry, I won't hurt you, under His watchful eye."
"Does He refer to the god that Miss Boethia believes in?" Edwina asked.
"Believe in it?" The woman laughed, "Maybe more than..."
The woman stopped talking in the middle of her words, and just looked towards the burning tower with a nostalgic look through the window.
"The final outcome," her eyes were enchanted, and her words sounded like an aria, "sometimes the disappearance or change of desire is indeed the same concept as 'death', and the dream weaved will eventually solidify in the state it 'should have'."
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Agnes slowly walked up the stairs to the top of the tower.
There is nothing on the top of the tower, no matter whether it is a person or an phantom, there is no trace, except for the gray dust on the ground and the black cracks floating in the air.
Occasionally, a few drops of black mud would drip from it, turning into a complete gray-black mist in mid-air, dispersing, and then disappearing.
Agnes stood fixedly at the top of the stairs for a while and then slowly walked forward.
She slowly stretched her left hand towards the gray-black mist that gradually dispersed, the black mud dripping down, and the dark cracks floating in the air.
She saw gray-black markings spreading upward little by little along her fingertips and palms, then completely retracting the next moment, over and over again, while the dark cracks disappeared little by little, looking like they were filled with invisible flesh and blood. The cracked void.
She saw that eventually the gray-black markings completely stopped growing, the dark cracks completely disappeared, and on the pad of the ring finger of her left hand, a tiny black spot seemed to be a mole that was born there.
Severe pain arose from the bottom of my heart along with uncontrollable panic, and disappeared quietly the next moment as if something had been taken away.
Agnes looked at her fingers and laughed, and the fire of the same color as the surrounding flames seemed to dance in her eyes, reflecting her limbs.
She turned around and looked at the window that was broken in the flames. The crystal-like shards reflected her figure. She stretched out her hand and pulled it towards her face. The stretched flesh strands broke bit by bit, revealing the soft and thin facial features underneath.
She looked into those calm and cold gray-blue eyes, and finally laughed until she squatted on the ground holding her stomach through her obviously loose clothes.
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"I want to give you something as a gift." The woman said, staring at the few people closely.
Almost everyone became more vigilant after the woman finished speaking.
"No need to be so nervous," the woman said with a smile, "Maybe it's more like a transaction for you."
"What do you want us to do?" Edwina asked aloud.
"I once gave a part of my memories to a painter," but the woman turned to talk about other things, "and then gave him a part of the knowledge he wanted for the adventurers who came after him."
"All I ask of them is to help me find traces of Him, but maybe those times were still too early..."
The woman sighed, then looked at the few people intently, and did not continue to speak for a while.
"I have only one request," the woman said, "record the traces of Aliadni's existence, no matter what method."
"Sounds really simple," Anderson said with a shrug: "But we have never seen Mr. Aliadney, not even a phantom."
The woman glanced at Anderson and said, "That Miss Boethia knows."
"You pursue knowledge," the woman turned to look at Edwina, "I can't give you knowledge directly, but I can give you clues about the Trunsoest Empire and its descendants that I know. You may be able to use those clues to Find what you want."
"Why can you give knowledge to the adventurer mentioned before?" Edwina asked.
"You want to know? I can tell you." The woman smiled half-heartedly, "Because he is watched by Him, and you are different from him. If I give you knowledge directly, it will be contaminated by Him."
Edwina's eyes gradually filled with a little thought.
The woman ignored Edwina's reaction and turned to look at Anderson.
"You pursue freedom, but I can't give you freedom directly. I can only give you a higher chance of living before you get what you want."
"Sounds reliable," Anderson nodded, "So what is it?"
"A sealed object formed after the death of a Sauron family member," the woman tilted her head and said, "He was probably sequence five during his lifetime?"
Anderson took a deep breath before speaking:
"It's really the right medicine."
The woman turned her gaze to Okefa and smiled when Okefa couldn't help but swallow.
"You want to live an ordinary life, but first, either you have the power to defeat those who are malicious to you," the smile on her lips was unclear, "or, make the other person lose their power."
"Choose." The woman looked at Okfa and said.
Okefah took a breath, closed his eyes and opened them again before speaking: "I'm not confident in defeating everyone, but I think I can still do it by making them lose their power."
"Trust me, you'll be happy with it."
The woman smiled unintelligibly and said softly.
