After asking a few guards to take the Helis siblings back, Lorraine Hill continued on the carriage and returned.
Hopeland is a little more lively at night than during the day. After a tiring day at work, everyone likes to go out for a walk. There is no 996 working system in this world, and there are no convenient and bright electric lights, so people usually get off work after dark.
rest.
There are lanterns hanging on the street stalls. Some sell trinkets, snacks, and even music tin boxes. This is an alchemy tool that can record sounds and then play them. After several improvements,
Finally, the price is not expensive.
The orange light flowing outside the window shone into the dark carriage. As the carriage moved forward, the light and dark shadows rotated on the small table and retreated. Listening to the noisy night market outside, Lorraine Hill remembered the scene when he got off work in his previous life.
, the same is true.
Inside the dull bus, the tall buildings beside the road were illuminated by neon lights like stars, which illuminated the night. The orange lights shone on tired faces. It was very quiet. The only sounds were the roar of the bus and the stop announcement. Everyone
They all sat together in silence, and could only occasionally see the faces illuminated by the light from the mobile phone screen. Facing this quiet carriage, she used to feel lonely occasionally, but she also enjoyed it occasionally.
Loneliness is because she works in a big city and it is difficult to meet relatives and friends she is familiar with in the past. She can only slowly savor every experience in life. Enjoyment is because she will not be disturbed by the people around her and attend dinners or relatives gatherings that she is not interested in. , entertain guests, etc. After get off work, you can enjoy the free and comfortable time alone, do whatever you want, and feel free like running in the wilderness under the stars, washing away the dust and worries of the day.
Lorraine Hill leaned on the armrest of the sofa and looked at the dotted lights outside the car window. He couldn't help but feel disgusted with the conspiracy and conspiracy of assassination. Why didn't everyone want to get everything with their hands sincerely and diligently, but always wanted to leave?
What about shortcuts? The word "diligence" once upon a time has become unpopular now. Countless people are promoting all kinds of anxieties through various channels. The overwhelming advertisements tell you that only in this way can you be considered "advanced" and live a good life.
Success. You must make a lot of money, become rich overnight, live as an example that others can envy, care more about your future than your parents, and then sell their courses and products to tell you how to be more successful.
In order to gain the upper hand and compete, everyone no longer thinks about how to polish their products. Instead, they conduct in-depth research on advertising, selling goods, and undermining competitors. The hypocritical face under the bright coat makes people think again.
Hard to believe.
The carriage slowly drove into the courtyard of the Chamber of Commerce, allowing Lorraine Hill to slowly wake up from the immersed memories, get out of the carriage, and then start dinner. Today's main course is grilled cod, accompanied by vegetable soup and bacon.
Bread, and a few coconut puddings at the end.
Watching several maids setting up dinner under the candlelight, the girl frowned slightly, then relaxed her brows, as if nothing had happened. After dinner, she returned to the bedroom to rest.
In front of the dressing table illuminated by candlelight, Lorraine Hill looked at himself in the mirror and blinked his blue and transparent eyes. Am I so easy to bully? Am I not afraid of my revenge if I assassinate myself again and again?
When the candle burned, it gave off a faint fragrance, and a feeling of sleepiness began to come over her, but it was not very strong, and it was very subtle and difficult to detect. She looked at the candle and did not blow it out, which was indeed the case in her bedroom.
Light a candle and sometimes she will stay up late reading in the bedroom.
If she didn't know all this, some of the food in the dinner would have a wonderful reaction with the scent of the candle, causing her to fall asleep forever tonight and never wake up again.
Looking at the candle that had been planned for a long time, she stood up slowly, thinking what would a normal person do at this moment? She immediately called the guards of the courtyard, sealed off the chamber of commerce headquarters, conducted a large-scale search, and then tortured them one by one to find out their reasoning.
The murderer behind the scenes?
It's like walking in a maze in thick fog, everything is full of confusion and confusion.
Chelsea's investigation these days found that Seres was actually connected to the Helles family. He also knew Mrs. Mela's past and did not fully investigate. The carriage and driver of the crossbow next to it belonged to the Nisos family.
The guards around Melu suddenly took action. Did the Helis family really not know about it, or did they do it deliberately to make people think that it was framed by others. Is the Tisiphone family the mastermind behind the scenes or just a thug? And that
The blue poison on the guard's sword comes from a rare flower cultivated by the Anemii family, and how much involvement does the Anemii family have in it?
All these thoughts just make Lorraine Hill feel a kind of disgust and anger from the heart. Is it so interesting to sow discord and play with people's hearts?
He thinks he is hiding in a safe and dark place, teasing others with various conspiracies, and then feels complacent to show how smart he is and how superb his methods are, and how he can solve all situations with his strategies, as if everyone is just at his mercy.
It's really absurd to play with chess pieces and easily kill people invisible, and then let the victim in turn be grateful to the murderer.
The girl opened the curtains, looked at the moonless starry sky, and stood still for a long time.
Then the golden color of her hair gradually faded and was dyed with a layer of translucent cyan. The soft hair and skirt gradually floated in the evening breeze, and the brilliance in her eyes continued to flow, like emerald stars.
"You know nothing about true power."
As the words fell, she lightly jumped down from the window sill, and then her figure quickly flew up in the night, like a rising star.
The wind whistled in her ears and her hair flew rapidly. Her speed became faster and faster, breaking through the layers of air currents. The earth continued to get smaller in her field of vision, and the vast sky became closer and closer.
In Hopeland at night, thousands of lights are scattered all over the place, and the lighthouse on the harbor occasionally sweeps the light.
The earth is like a huge and dark canvas. The mountains and forests in the north are dark and dark. The cities built along the coast embrace the deep blue ocean like a crescent. The lights on the crescent are like stars on the ground, and the occasional ship enters the port.
It is as small as an ant.
Turning around and looking down at the land, countless atmospheres around Lorraine Hill began to flow, and the breeze within a radius of dozens of kilometers began to surround them. Countless green natural magic powers flowed with the breeze like fireflies. The horror of the mythical talent began to unfold,
The raging wind became extremely docile and obedient in her hands, as if everything was as it should be.
"Let's end this charade."
Lorraine Hill's right hand pressed gently, and the wind that stretched for several kilometers slowly fell from the sky, carrying the gradually transparent natural magic power.
The weather vane on the coast suddenly rotated, the street trees on the street kept swaying in the wind, the leaves rustled, the charcoal fire on the street barbecue stall suddenly burned brighter, the whole city was slowly filled with the night wind, and countless scenery
, the positions of the characters and the voices of conversations were constantly fed back to Lorraine Hill's mind and consciousness through the night wind.
There seemed to be endless information flowing in the dreamy and emerald eyes, and the clear breeze was clear. Everything in the city was presented to her in detail, and there were no longer any secrets to hide.
Facing the enemy's scheming chess game, she kicked it over with one kick, so simple and crude, yet powerful and efficient.