Mystery: Paradox Path

December 28, the weather, haze.

Snow, who disappeared for a day, ate a feast of Intis worth twenty-four pounds after his regular lunch prayer. He was not sure whether his next plan would go smoothly, but considering that if he failed, Faced with a long period of time when I can only eat dirt, I finally chose to order a rich lunch for myself that I felt a little distressed.

He ate this meal for three hours, until the ice cream as dessert finally melted on the tip of his tongue, he left the restaurant with gluttonous dolls on the roof with a little reluctance, and came to the moonlight in the North District. Hermida Theater on Avenue.

Compared with the "King Backlund Theatre", which is not far away, the Elmida Theatre is more inclined to the commoners-of course, it refers to the commoners of the middle class.

Today, however, this theater does not sell tickets publicly, and the reason is very simple-

Because here, there can only be one guest today.

Booking a venue is a luxury term, especially if it is an entire theater, it is an expense that even ordinary aristocrats can't understand.

No, let alone expenses, if it weren't for Snow's terrifying network of contacts, it would be impossible to build a well-run theater by smashing your wallet.

Snow, who was wearing a formal suit, walked slowly across the expensive red carpet, stepping on the marble-paved stairs all the way up.

He did not stop on the stage of the theater, nor did he go to the concert hall on the second floor, but all the way to the top of the building, and in this unsuitable place to stay, at this time, there was a precious car with the characteristics of ten praisers. piano.

He sat on the piano bench and took out the pendant of the reverse cross from under his tie.

It seems that because he understands what Snow is going to do next, Heaven made a rare babble, and as he was inserted into the special seat prepared in advance by Snow's head and feet, the soft and sweet face also appeared. A smile with many emotions emerged.

Anticipation, eagerness, nervousness, excitement, or something else?

Snow didn't have the idea of ​​drawing a fan-shaped statistic chart, he just adjusted his state silently, his fingers gently beating on the keyboard, one after another untuned notes sounded, under the guidance of Snow's spirituality, Slowly adjusted to the most suitable tone for Snow.

The real creator's eyes were cast on Snow's body, and some kind of strange connection formed a vague bridge between heaven's creation and the real creator.

Snow was not surprised by all this, and under the gaze of these two-in-one gods, he slowly played the prepared movement.

...

Red Rose Manor, in the sun room.

Edsac Augustus was sitting on the edge of the soft bed, and in front of him, Triss was filling a beaker with ingredients and mixing them thoroughly.

As each piece of material began to melt and join, Triss' face showed a beautiful smile, he turned his head, looked at Edsack with a gloomy face, and said in a charming voice that is rarely shown in front of men :

"Are you ready? My prince."

"This is already decided, isn't it?" Edsack still maintained his gloomy expression, took off the ring representing the royal status from his hand, took out a jewelry box from his arms, A ring inlaid with orange-yellow, olive, red-brown and black crystals and engraved with "10" and "kingdom" in ancient Hermes was worn on the index finger.

His eyes gradually became firm, and when he looked at the bright potion that Triss handed over, his expression suddenly seemed to look away, and he relaxed.

"Would you like to take advantage of the time to finally experience the feeling of being a man? Of course, it can't be me!" Triss gently shook the beaker in her hand and asked in a provocative tone. Edsack looked deeply. She glanced at it, reached out to take the beaker, and said in a slightly weak tone:

"Did you know? Every time I leave this room, I feel like a different person, clearly knowing everything,

But it seems that I can't notice anything. I'm being used as a marionette by remote control. Only by returning to this room can I temporarily change back to myself. Do you know this feeling? "

"I know, of course I know!" Triss's smile became more and more enchanting, so that even though he had already made up his mind, Edsack couldn't help gushing down.

Triss glanced at Edsack with a hint of imperceptible envy in her eyes. She took a deep breath, and said with a smile:

"At least you were still a man when you were being manipulated."

"..." Edsack closed his mouth, stared at the beaker in his hand, and finally summoned the courage to pour it down his throat.

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Watching the man's resolute facial lines soften slowly, watching his expression become grim, watching his short chestnut hair grow, thicken, and even start to twist.

Although Edsack has played, his identity itself means that it is difficult for him to be perfect enough. Assassin is a profession that only needs to kill people secretly. The role of the instigator is obviously a bit reluctant.

But she knew that if she didn't drink today, she would have no chance.

Ignoring the mad Edsack who was fighting against it, Triss went to the wardrobe and took out two life-size dolls hugging each other. Their shapes were so realistic that it was even difficult to separate them from the deity.

Edsack rolled on the ground, but Triss picked up the royal ring he took off and put it on the hand of the male doll, while the female doll that was almost identical to her On the finger, a sapphire ring is exuding a dangerous light.

She put the two dolls on the bed with a hint of disgust, and took out a coin with body temperature from the gap between the scorpions. As the coin bounced, a created ancient Hermes word came out of her mouth. outgoing—

"Li Daitao is stiff."

White mist spread from the coin, and along with a flash of white light, the last bit of rigidity of the two dolls completely disappeared.

The two dolls began to entangle and twist frantically, which made Triss more and more disgusted. She walked to Edsack, who had stopped rolling, and kicked twice bitterly:

"Not yet?"

"There are still some spiritual escapes..." Edsack got up from the ground panting, he touched his towering scorpion with a complicated face, then opened his trousers, glanced at the state of the contents, looked at this The familiar scene, Triss's anger gradually disappeared, he picked up a piece of clothing and threw it to Edsack:

"If it's all right, change it quickly. Remember, your name is Adelina now."

"I know." Adelina tore off her shirt, and then said awkwardly:

"Can you help me put it on?"

"Shit!"

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