"No one will be angry or hateful because of the destruction of something that has nothing to do with him."
Agnes looked at Goteles who looked extremely excited and said calmly.
"I really don't care about their life or death. Any negative emotions can't stay in my heart for too long."
Goteles looked at every detail of Agnes's expression carefully across the corpses and minced meat on the ground.
"But you want to kill me now, sir, you really want to kill me." Gottler looked surprised as he straightened out his clothes that were almost completely reduced to pieces.
"They are not in conflict." Agnes looked at her hands and spoke softly.
The ground covered with corpses and minced meat seemed to have turned into a quagmire. The originally scarlet flesh rotted quickly and foamed, and green pus flowed out from the broken bubbles. An unignorable rotten smell spread out, filling the entire space. There seemed to be a sickening sense of illusion, and some kind of thin whispering sound lingered in my ears, like the flapping of the wings of some small flying insect.
The huge bat wings flapped almost the moment all the changes occurred, but at the same time some weird colors quietly wrapped around them, paused for a moment in the light blue flames, and then covered them with an unstoppable look. Gotles full body.
Goteles's dull skin, which seemed to be covered with a thick layer of hard armor, quickly became shriveled and soft under the cover of that color, as if it was rooted in a useless membrane on a rotting corpse.
"What a superb rotting spell." Goteles seemed to have no feeling at all about the changes that occurred in his body, and just admired it sincerely.
What a strange performance. Agnes said nothing, looking calmly at Goteles, who was covered in signs of decay.
"I like the hustle and bustle left by every life, and this intoxicating hustle and bustle is always close to the last stage," Goteles said without paying attention to Agnes's indifference, still saying with interest, " Can you understand?"
"Just like the climax of a symphony is always before the end, the short gap before death always shows a dazzling brilliance." Goteles completely ignored the signs of decay on his already white bones, which only made him look even more... Crazy and joyful, "Will you like this hustle and bustle that belongs to me?"
He laughed wantonly, and the light blue flame gradually extinguished. The huge dim figure stooped and fell to the ground, as if a ripe persimmon fell on the ground and completely turned into a puddle of mud. The curved goat horns with mysterious patterns and the white bones were completely shattered into powder, like salt crystals that had been knocked off.
Agnes clearly felt that part of the power that resided in Goteles completely disappeared in an instant, and then appeared in a distant place.
Just boarding? Agnes frowned, no, it doesn't seem that simple.
Before this moment, the power clearly told her that Gotles was indeed here, and he deceived the power that was left in him for surveillance?
No, it's not a lie, it's just Gotles' own specialness.
Otherwise, that power would not convey the message of Goteleis' presence in a distant place, which would be meaningless to Goteleis.
Agnes stopped her thoughts and looked at the purgatory-like scene in front of her.
"It's so troublesome." She sighed.
The relatively complete corpse moved, quickly burying the pieces of flesh and blood on the ground, and then obediently dug a hole for each other to bury themselves. It looked much normal in front of them.
The people who were still alive slowly got up from the ground, and the whole space was gradually filled with painful groans, and then gradually disappeared.
"Do all the things you want to do," Agnes glanced at all the people who were still alive and said softly, "Then, go and meet the inevitable death."
Originally, the power would be stronger, but it doesn't matter if there is only so much. It is just a "source of infection" originally, and it just needs more dormant time.
The spread of plague requires a source, and so does desire.
However, it is necessary to deal with other things before the storm forms. When time must be postponed, some things that were originally prepared to give up can be taken care of now.
After all, what is bound to happen next is an endless pursuit.
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"Ahowa County has sufficient educational resources and there are many schools to choose from. Which school do you want to enter?"
Dreiser asked little Milo who was writing something on the paper seriously.
"It doesn't matter which one you go to, it doesn't make any difference." Xiao Milo replied casually.
"The next person who will stay in school for several years is you..."
"No, I won't stay for several years." Little Milo put down the pen in his hand and interrupted Dreiser. "My lady's requirement for me is that the school's grades can meet the standards for passing the college entrance examination."
Dreiser sighed helplessly.
"Have you ever thought about why Ms. Boethia made such a request to you?" Dreiser said in a serious voice, "Needles and grammar may not allow an ordinary person to defeat an extraordinary person, but they can help you learn how to think. Find what you want.”
"Overly convenient and powerful power can allow a person to easily obtain too many things, but this will confuse people's hearts and make them gradually forget to think and forget what they want."
"Thinking proves that a person is truly alive, and the desire buried deep in the heart determines the essence of a person." Dreiser said extremely seriously.
"This should be what Ms. Boethia wants you to learn."
Xiao Milo was silent for a moment and said:
"I know what I want to do, the lady has taught me."
"Then learn how to think." Dreiser smiled and slowed down his voice.
He picked up the information in his hand, shook it, and then turned to one of the pages.
"Since you don't have any requirements for the school, let me choose."
"Domingues School of Liberal Arts, located in Tingen City, is a mixed school founded by the Earl of Houston. It has strong teachers. Many scholars and politicians in the Loen Kingdom are involved with it, but at the same time it is far away from Backlund, the capital of the Loen Kingdom. , will not really be involved in political struggles.”
"Most of the students in this school are from well-off families, which will help you understand the upper class of the Loen Kingdom in advance..."
"...The most important thing is that this school will not interfere with students' religious preferences, whether they are believers of the Goddess of the Night, the God of Steam and Machinery, or the Lord of Storms."
"What about us?" Xiao Milo interrupted and asked.
Dreiser blinked, his smile looking a little cunning.
"Of course, Yu Zui Cult can also accept it."
