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ripples rippled on the river surface. After Rosie watched them hit the river bank, it stirred up ripples. She kicked off another stone. The afterglow of the setting sun fell, shattered by the water waves, and was shrouded in a broken and twisted dull and dull state. Just like her mood, it was messy and full of the smell that bore her.

What's wrong with me? She asked herself. She couldn't figure it out and had no clue. She was angry for a little trivial matter, and she had anger that she had never had before - not the surging anger of the past, but the shameful escape from nowhere, and even planned to leave far away. What am I? She couldn't figure it out.

I shouldn't have done that, and it's not right now. They must be looking for me, running around, crossing the streets and alleys, asking everyone who might have seen her. They will definitely ask, "Have you ever seen a girl with white skin, with amber eyes, long red hair, and looking as passionate as a flame?" She suddenly remembered that the alchemist had said this to her countless times. He must have sweated heavily now, right? Somehow, a sudden sense of pleasure in her heart. She shook her head and drove out the terrible thought. He was injured. She told herself, constantly telling herself that I should go back and take care of him.

Then, she said to herself that it was getting late, Rosie. It was time to go back. But her feet involuntarily stepped out in the opposite direction. She dragged her hesitant legs into an alley. She was getting farther and farther away from the palace of Liushui. She even forgot about looking back. She lowered her head, walked forward silently and unwilling to stop.

The air was humid and warm, surprisingly calm. The low stone houses around it were submerged in the soft halo of dusk. The sunset and shadows were like twins. After experiencing the most dazzling golden, the light began to dim, and the shadows continued to stretch and extend, spreading wildly like a plague until the entire street was engulfed.

The female mage walked aimlessly along the river and walked into a lane with mud mixed with stones. The crooked wooden houses stood in the middle of the moss-filled stone house, and a few rusty iron signs swayed and creaked in the wind. Several long boats drove past her, and the boatman shouted; on the other side, the lights of the tavern and brothel became brighter, and inferior beer mixed with the pungent sweat and the smell of perfume, wrapped her tightly with the noisy sound.

She frowned unbearably. However, on a stone bridge in front, more than a dozen orioles stood at the bridge, showing off their posture in exposed clothes towards the long boat passing by under the bridge. As long as the boatman raised his head, he would definitely see the scenery under their skirts. Rosie felt more and more unable to bear the dirtyness here, and the anger accumulated in her heart was almost overflowing.

"Hey, Miss." A man with brown skin came up and stopped her. His face was covered in pockmarks, wearing a gray-blue linen shirt, and three or four followers were following him. Each of them hugged a wandering in his arms, and his greasy hands were rudely touching each other's body, causing the women to flush and pant in disgust. "Do you want to have a drink? I'll treat you." The man with pockmarks invited.

The female mage stared at him coldly, "Golden agave, narrow sea red frost, Leo's fire tongue, are there here? Can you please get it?"

"Of course." The man said without hesitation, "I have tasted it all." He spoke shamelessly and bragged. "But these are not sold here, but the green plum wine in Gem Bay is not inferior. Wouldn't the lady come and try it?"

Sour and bitter. How could Rosie forget its taste? It tastes like her mood. "No need." She refused in a stiff tone. "Leave it for yourself."

"How can this work?" The man with a numb face quickly walked around her again. "Don't leave, lady. Since it's drinking, of course, the more people there are, the more atmosphere you have. You must have beautiful women to accompany you so that everyone can be ashamed."

Her fingers were twitching. "That's your own business, don't block my way."

"Don't get angry, Miss." The man with a numb face made a gesture. His follower immediately dispersed and surrounded Rosie. The wanderings walked to the side with laughter, talking and looking at the female mage, eyes full of hostility and contempt. "I just want to invite you to have a glass of wine, just one." He thought he had the upper hand and approached the female mage.

"Take your dog's paws away!" Rosie stopped sternly.

"Since I've come to such a place, do you still think of yourself as a pure daughter-in-law?" The man with a numb face laughed and showed off his experience in the bed. "Tell you, even the noble ladies, I've slept. They are not as pure as women who are still rude--although they look inviolable and ugly, they are crazy and even the strong gladiators can't stand it. Are you the same? "Miss," or, "Bazzling"?"

Rosie said coldly, "I should cut off your tongue."

"Huh?" The man with a numb face showed a surprised expression, "I thought you would scream?"

The female mage's fingertips seemed to be playing the strings. She sneered and told the other party, "Don't worry, I won't let you down. But the person who screamed wouldn't be me."

The man with a slut face smiled and stretched out his hand to Rosie. "Who could it be?"

The sudden appearance of orange flames overshadowed the afterglow of the sunset. The rolling and swallowing flames licked the face of the man with a numb face. He would not feel that the hot temperature was wonderful and sweeter than the tip of the tongue of the flowing orioles. The screams were like tiger sharks smelling blood, one after another. The flowing orioles fled quickly, and passers-by pushed each other with eggs and tomatoes all over the ground, potatoes and onions fell directly into the river. The long boat either accelerated or turned around, but ended up colliding under the bridge, all twisted together and could no longer be separated. The boatman and the guest could only hide under the stone bridge and shivered.

"Witch, wizard!" the man with thumping face shouted in horror. His followers had long since dispersed. He sat on the ground in fear, supported his body with his hands, and moved back little by little. "Dignity lady, I, I don't know..."

"Did you hear it?" Rosie looked at the other person with a sarcastic smile, "I think you know the answer."

“Yes, yes.”

He couldn't even say a word. The smell of urine suddenly became particularly pungent, and a large area of ​​the crotch of the man with a numb face was wet. Rosie felt disgusted and bored, "Get out, get out immediately, stay away from me." She yelled angrily.

The man with a stingy face was like an amnesty, for fear that she would change her mind.

Rosie suddenly felt completely out of interest and threw the flames into the water. Everyone here was afraid of me and treated me as a beast. No one could say a word to me. She lowered her arms and just wanted to find a place to get drunk. Just like... just like when she first met an alchemist.

However, before she could walk out of this street that made her sick, she even walked down the stone bridge, and another person stopped her without knowing what he was doing. Didn’t he see his behavior? The flame would explode at any time like the anger in her heart.

"Miss, are you going to have a drink?" the other party asked.

The same way of picking up, the same clumsy method. She laughed in her heart, intending to leave and turn a blind eye to the other party. It's time for me to go back. She made up her mind. Even if she was afraid of others and hostile to others, someone would support me, comfort me, and give me courage. I was so stupid. She finally realized that the female mage didn't know what was going on. She found in a daze that she had actually followed the other party's footsteps and actually accepted the other party's invitation.

He was covered with thick gray-brown robe, and his big hood blocked his face. Wouldn't he be hot? While she thought about it, she followed the other person to approach a remote alley. She was a little uneasy, but she couldn't control her steps. Even soon, she felt that the other person would trust her. She firmly believed that the other person would not harm her. It was just a glass of wine. I don't know what kind of wine it was, but it would actually be hidden in the alley full of mud?

She couldn't find the bottle of tempting poisonous wine.

Rosie followed the stranger through the alley and turned a few turns, then she suddenly realized that they had reached the beach. The high tide waves rushed towards them, and soon drowned their ankles. She felt her boots completely sinking into the soft sand, and sinking deeper and deeper. Her body was falling uncontrollably towards the ocean.

No matter who you are, I want to leave here. She roared loudly in her heart and struggled hard. But she couldn't open her mouth, couldn't even bend her toes. Uneasiness and fear rushed up crazily at a faster speed than the waves. Even when facing the lich who was manipulating a whole army of undead, she didn't feel such a terrible palpitation.

The female mage condensed magic hysterically, chanting spells loudly, summoning the strong wind and flames. She called for creatures from other worlds and called for demons. But all of them were useless. She seemed to be locked in a dark cage without seeing the sun, and all the magic left her. She was trembling in the dark prison, and she couldn't help but think of the underground water prison, the cold and dull prison.

But there was someone there to accompany her, hugging her, kissing her, allowing her to persevere until the end. There was nothing here, nothing... I want to go back. Leo, I need you. She cried in the dark, but begging for mercy and praying was useless. There was no distinction between up and down, left and right, and no concept of time in the pure darkness. This helplessness that penetrated into the bones only felt once-the only time-the one that made her lose confidence, and the one that made her lose confidence in performing magic for a while.

Her imprisoned despair broke free from the shackles and completely swallowed her. "Lee Ou." Rosie shouted helplessly, but she was destined to receive no response. Her last light of hope was shattered, and then she gave up all resistance.

"Sheli Federmila Rosie Roye Hilmeyer." A voice suddenly rang.

Who was calling my name and calling out my full name. She tried to move her eyes, and was surprised to find that she could actually break free from the darkness. She opened her eyes and saw the stranger who seduced her. At this time, he had already taken off his hood.

"Ne-Nezel-Yes, it's you..." Her surprise turned into boundless fear.

"We're meeting again. I thought we would never meet again." The other party said.

What else she wanted to say. But the tide had risen, the sea water had already passed her neck, and the next second, a wave completely swallowed her up. Her world completely darkened.
Chapter completed!