But the girl looked at Agnes steadily and did not react at all to Agnes' words of self-introduction.
Agnes smiled, not paying attention to the girl's silence, and looked up at the ticket information on the wooden board standing on the side.
"It seems that there are no passenger ships heading to the Southern Continent today." Agnes said with a pityful tone.
The girl still didn't speak, but stood up and followed Agnes when she turned around and walked towards the ticket office.
"Two tickets for the ferry to Port Behrens tomorrow morning."
Agnes casually handed over a few large bills and said aloud.
"Are you planning to go to West Balang first?" the girl behind suddenly asked.
"Some things can only be known when you see them." Agnes nodded and replied softly.
The girl said no more.
Agnes took back her ticket and change, carried her suitcase and walked out of the ticket hall.
"I thought you would choose East Balam, which looks better." The girl behind him was silent for a while before speaking.
"Yeah," Agnes nodded, "I know."
The girl didn't speak anymore, but just followed Agnes until Agnes reached the edge of the block.
The almost ink-colored forest reflects the gradually gloomy night sky. A strange and warm glow radiates at the junction of the tree crown and the sky. It is completely different from the sky, but it makes the forest below look more like it is shrouded in darkness. The ghost in the stern robe. The human voice and the sound of the waves are so far away that they sound almost non-existent.
"Are you a 'madman' now?" Agnes suddenly looked at the girl and asked.
The girl didn't speak, but nodded.
"'Crazy'..." Agnes sighed softly. At this moment, she once again seemed to taste the sweet earth filling her mouth, but in the next moment, this feeling came again. It seems to be just an illusion that appears on the sense of touch.
"Are you ready to be promoted to 'Werewolf'?" Agnes asked again.
"You can get promoted when you go back and see the teacher." The girl replied calmly.
"'Werewolf'," Agnes casually took off the wide-brimmed hat on her head, "He is both a wolf and a human, neither a wolf nor a human..."
"Is this your experience when you play the role of a 'werewolf'?" The girl looked at Agnes, who was sitting casually against the tree, and asked aloud.
"No," Agnes shook her head, "This is what I think now."
"What is a 'different species'?" Agnes fiddled with the damp dead branches at her feet, "Being different from 'me' is a 'different species'."
"To most ordinary people, 'prisoners' and 'lunatics' are people different from them; to the entire human species, 'werewolves' must also be a species different from them, but this is only from a human perspective. Come on."
"What if we look at a wider scope? What is a 'different species'?" Agnes raised her head and stared at the girl who was looking at her.
The girl looked at Agnes without giving any response. Only a little trace of thinking could be seen in her blue eyes.
"'Aliens' cannot find a home," Agnes lowered her head, her words sounded like muttering to herself, "To others, he is a 'alien'; to him, others are It's not a 'different species.'"
"Those who behave differently, think differently, have different desires, have different abilities, have different lives..."
"You are a bit extreme." The girl interrupted Agnes's words with a rare voice.
"Maybe." Agnes jumped up from the ground and patted away the mud on the long leather jacket she was wearing.
"I need to find some different fresh meat," she looked at the girl and smiled, shrugging, "I'm a little tired of eating sashimi on the boat these days."
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"Land of Hope", "Capital of Ten Thousand Capitals", Backlund.
Little Milo roughly put away the sheets of paper filled with writings that were randomly placed on the table. The dictionary placed on the edge of the desk fell from the edge of the table to the ground under his movement.
His movements stopped, then he slapped the randomly gathered papers on the table, bent down and pulled the thick cover of the dictionary and threw it on the table.
He fell back casually, his back falling heavily on the wooden back of the chair, and his eyes stayed on the paper on the table for a long time.
"Madam..." Little Milo's words sounded like a sigh that escaped from his teeth. He raised his hands and pulled the hair that was gradually getting longer on both sides of his temples, and let out a long sigh. One breath.
A knock on the door interrupted his somewhat depressed movements. He straightened up, straightened the papers on the table, and looked at the unpainted wooden door.
"Please come in, sir." Little Milo said.
Dreiser walked into the room with a little bit of cold wind. He had a heavy woolen coat with lapels draped over his shoulders, and the cane in his hand made a "click-click" sound on the wooden floor.
"Grammar knowledge?" He glanced at the paper in Xiao Milo's hand and said with a smile, with a little sigh in his tone, "It's too hard, Mr. Madeleine, but the carriage has arrived, we have to go."
"I got it." Little Milo nodded, casually put the things on the table into the suitcase on the side, picked up the woolen coat on the back of the chair with one hand and put it on his body, then walked out with the suitcase.
Dreiser grabbed Milo's shoulder with one hand, put a felt hat on his head when Milo looked over dissatisfied, and then raised his hand to help Milo fasten the breast buttons of his coat.
"I know Ms. Boethia has made very high demands on you," he said aloud, "but... I think health is also one of her implicit demands. Backlund's winter is still quite cold. Yes, at least it's colder than Bodivea in Feneport."
Little Milo looked at Dreiser for a while, then pushed his hand away, straightened the felt hat on his head, and buttoned all the buttons of his coat.
"Let's go." Little Milo said, and then he walked outside.
Dreiser looked at Xiao Milo's back and smiled, then followed Xiao Milo outside.
The gray sky looked extremely gloomy, and a yellowish mist shrouded every block. The homeless people huddled in the shadows under the eaves, and they could not be seen clearly under the dim light of the street lights.
Little Milo carefully stepped on the steps and jumped onto the cement road. He paused for a moment before walking towards the carriage.
A skinny hand tightly grasped Milo's slender ankle as he took steps forward.
Little Milo was shocked, and subconsciously stepped hard on the arm of the person holding him with his other foot.
There was a slight muffled sound, and Xiao Milo was stunned for a moment, and the feet that stepped on his arms slowly relaxed their strength.
He ignored his grabbed foot, held the suitcase in his arms, slowly squatted down, stretched out a hand, brushed away the messy black hair covering the man's features, revealing a pair of somewhat absent-minded brown eyes. His eyes and facial features are somewhat similar to his own.
Xiao Milo looked at it quietly for a while before exhaling.
"Daniel."
He whispered.
