Fog City·City of Westminster.

"I am in a city that eats people all the time. Here, the haze of despair chokes my throat and contaminates my eyes, but those terrible viruses continue to take away more and more people without any stagnation.

Innocent lives.”

Valente Bernard wrote this sentence in a black notebook. The people who died of the epidemic outside the foggy city left an indelible impression on Valente, and the desperate howls of the spotted patients were even more disturbing.

It made him wake up from his dreams many times.

swish swish——

Valente's hand holding the pen kept writing on the notes.

"What is the source of the disease? This plague is not caused by sanitation problems or water source problems. Outsiders always say that the disease first spread from Florence to the Fog City area, but the Fog City area is located on the island of Brotalia. We

It is separated from the English Channel from the mainland of Youyang. If the epidemic is really so severe, why are neighboring Stockholm and Oslo fine?"

"I've always had a ridiculous idea in my heart. Could this plague be man-made?"

"If so, who has such power that the entire Youyang is infected? And what is its purpose?"

Dong dong dong——

While Valente continued writing in his notes.

Valente frowned and stopped writing with his right hand. At this time, a familiar shout came from outside the room.

"Valente, the reception will start soon, and Ms. Sawyer Demi is also at the reception."

Valente didn't like Callaway's familiar tone outside the door. He was not very familiar with the other party. No, he actually didn't have many friends in Fog City. He was a student who came to Fog City from Sicily to study.

Valente is a very boring person in the eyes of outsiders. The major he studies is too boring and professional. Although he likes reading, the books he reads are too profound. Those professional books are too boring in the eyes of outsiders.

Well, in the eyes of outsiders, he is a conservative, cold, self-controlled gentleman.

"Okay, I get it, I need to prepare a decent outfit for the dance." Valente replied in the same calm tone as always.

"I hope you can have a great time at the dance later."

Listening to the footsteps receding outside the door, Valente sighed, closed the cap of his pen, then stood up and put on a tuxedo specially designed for the ball.

He actually doesn't like attending those aristocratic balls that have an air of arrogance.

Valente doesn't think those who believe in aristocracy are worthy of brainstorming.

Valente was deeply tired of these nobles who still held dances even during the plague, but he had to participate. Aristocratic socializing was not something you could refuse if you wanted to.

Valente, who had put on a decent suit, was standing in front of a life-size mirror, and his appearance began to appear in the mirror: a head of thick flaxen hair, brown pupils, the lines on his face were a bit hard, and his unsmiling expression

His expression makes people feel that strangers are not allowed to enter.

"This is the last time."

Valente tied his bow tie in front of the mirror. Yes, this is the last dance he will attend. After this dance, he will go to the front line of the epidemic with the group of beaked doctors.

He never studied to step on others.

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Westminster Charing Cross.

In a splendid banquet hall, nobles wearing half-masked masks held goblets and exchanged words with joy in the hall. The people here were in sharp contrast to the piles of patients who died of the plague outside the foggy city.

"Valente, do you want to dance together?"

Sawyer Demi, wearing a swan mask, appeared in front of Valente with a formulaic smile.

Looking at the gorgeous fiancée in front of him, Valente just expressed to her that he was not feeling well. Demi was not surprised at all that her fiancé was boring. There was no emotional basis between her and him, and the engagement was just a family affair.

arranged for profit.

Demi does not like the cold interest exchanges such as family marriage. She longs for freedom, and romanticism is deeply rooted in her bones. She feels that she should pursue her own freedom like Juliet, and she will have the courage to resist fate like the other party.

Under Valente's gaze, Demi walked towards the party organizer, Charlie Bartholomew.

It is worth mentioning that Charlie is a middle-aged man over forty years old. He has a strong build, a handsome face, and looks very talkative.

When Demi, who was younger than him, came up to talk to him, Charlie responded in a familiar manner. Demi looked at Charlie with admiration and a hint of suppressed affection, while Charlie's expression remained the same as before.

They looked like a man and woman who were in love but not polite.

"This is the smell of infidelity——"

A warm voice came from behind Valente, and he couldn't help but get goosebumps.

When did you come closer!?

Valente is a sensitive person. He has an extremely keen sense of people within a radius of 2 meters. Even if someone is standing behind him, he can still feel it. At this time, a person appears behind him unknowingly.

But he didn't feel anything at all, which didn't surprise him.

Valente turned around and looked behind him. After seeing the clothes and grooming of the figure behind him, his expressionless face as a paralyzed man couldn't help but be covered in surprise.

A blond young man with a strange mask on his face was standing in front of him. The young man was a little taller than him, and his clothes did not look like he was attending a banquet. What surprised him even more was the bored man next to the masked man.

A large dog with white hair and red eyes wagging its tail.

At this time, a strange symbol text appears on the mask of the masked man: (′?︶?`)

This person is not on the same page as the prom style at all, and why was he able to bring the dog in? Why didn't I notice such conspicuous behavior just now!

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"Charlie Bartholomew, this guy combines all the bad habits of Bartholomew's aristocracy. Keeping lovers is the most inconspicuous of all bad habits. Speaking of the contemporary reformist Bartholomew monarch,

[Clock Tower] is simply the weirdest among weirdos, and the other party can be said to be truly untainted."

Before Valente could finish speaking, the masked man crackled out a lot of words with a huge amount of information to him.

"Clock Tower..."

Valente looked deeply at the masked man, who actually knew about the Clock Tower. He had spent countless efforts to obtain the truth about the world earlier.

"You don't seem surprised by this. Can you tell me why?"

The masked man asked Valente curiously. At this time, the expression on his mask became like this: (★?★)

Valente once again took a deep look at the text with randomly changing symbols on the masked man's face. The other person was a person from the other side of the world, the truth he had been pursuing so hard earlier.

Obviously I have given up on the "truth", but now the "truth" appears in front of me. Life is always so absurd!

"She only has money in her eyes." He said to the masked man.

Valente turned his head to look at Demi, and he continued to say to the masked man:

"It is undeniable that Demi is a beautiful woman: beautiful and delicate, delicate and innocent, soft-spoken, lazy and seductive. The world she lives in is a snobbish world of luxury and pleasure."

"She thought she was Juliet pursuing freedom, but in fact she was just a sad canary."

"Her resistance still depends on outsiders. She is pathetic because Sawyer Demi is a product of 'othering'."

Valente's eyes were like sharp knives that penetrated the essence of Sawyer Demi.

"The most important thing is that she doesn't love me."

"I don't love her either."

After listening to Valente's words, Xia Xiu couldn't help rubbing his chin and looking at the other person's indifferent face.

Unexpectedly, [Dragon Slayer] is not a hot-blooded guy. Valente's first impression on him is like a refined egoist, but a selfish person will not be ignored by [Barum]

Knife Holy Sword] selected.

"Then how will you deal with this troublesome matter? You have to know that although this matter is exposed, it is nothing to these nobles who are very playful, but it will cause bad damage to your personal reputation.

Influence."

A cheerful aura emanated from Xia Xiu's body.

"Someone told you that you are annoying."

Valente smelled the same kind of scent on the masked man. This man was essentially similar to him.

"That's really not the case." Xia Xiu shrugged.

Just as Valente expected, the masked man didn't take his slightly overstepping words to heart. In other words, there was something in him that the other party needed.

"Wars of public opinion are often on the side of the innocent. Charlie Bartholomew is a powerful man, but he is not a smart man. The government does not need smart people. Smart people have their own opinions."

, and being opinionated is trouble. What they want is someone who is approachable, smooth, and will never make stupid mistakes."

"If he gets into trouble because of canaries, Charlie will abandon them without hesitation. An unfaithful canary will not be loved by the nobles or the public."

"You have to know that I am the innocent one and justice is on my side."

Valente spoke expressionlessly, and listening to [Dragon Slayer]'s words, Xia Xiu couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth had turned up unconsciously.

This is the [Dragon Slayer], it’s really beyond my expectation.

"You seem to be well prepared."

"I have applied to be transferred to the frontline epidemic department to be responsible for controlling new epidemics. Before I came to the dance, I had informed the newspaper and written many passionate articles. The matter will unfold after I leave."

"That's really good." Xia Xiu applauded in appreciation.
To be continued...