[Comprehensive British and American] Soul Wandering

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In the manor by Lake Garda, Luciana looked at the rows of oil paintings in the corridor and couldn't help wondering: "Why are there so many portraits of Agnes here?"

The girls in the oil paintings are either sitting or standing, gentle and demure or fiery, but they all have the same black hair and green eyes, and the same thin and beautiful appearance.

Garda replied: "Caius has lived here for decades, and every year he draws an oil painting and hangs it on the wall as a memory."

Luciana didn't know the history, but she could see that these oil paintings were not drawn in the same time period. She had just transformed into a vampire and she keenly saw the annotation in the lower right corner of the portrait.

There were many languages ​​she didn't know, but the last one that was newly hung was in Latin that she knew well: "Sibyl, Princess of Jerusalem."

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Caius didn't breathe, and Agnes's breath wrapped around his nose like winter pine. He asked in that mysterious Latin: "What about you? Why are you wandering in this world?"

Green flames seemed to burn in her green eyes, enveloping him with the coldness of hell.

Her words were like a breeze blowing the evil flames: "I am an unforgivable sinner, carrying 36 shackles, each of which is evil and evil. I came to this world to atone for my own sins."

His bloodless pale skin was whiter than the winter snow outside the house, and his black eyebrows were slightly frowned, "Atonement?"

"Yes," her bloody lips pressed against his earlobe, "Atonement."

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It was a roll of parchment, and all the corners had been filled with eloquence. Every name had been crossed out, and only a few names were hung on it.

Agnes opened and closed her red lips, extremely charming, she said: "After finishing these, I will know everything about me."

Caius placed a kiss on her forehead: "I will be with you, Agnes, until the end of my life."

50:

Agnes fell into a dream.

The story told by Caius replayed in her dream. It was someone else's story, but she felt that it was real and terrifying.

That seems to be the royal city of Sparta 2000 years ago.

Hermione leaned on the arms of her mother, Queen Helen, and sighed as she looked at the black kingdom.

Queen Helen has black hair and blue eyes, and her appearance is the best in the whole Mediterranean. Her husband, King Menelaus of Sparta, has been hostile by countless countries for this.

Helen doesn't love the King of Sparta, because the King of Sparta is taciturn. After decades of companionship, she regards Menelaus as a relative. After giving birth to her daughter Hermione, she told this more than once. Daughter whose appearance is better than her own: "You must be with the person you like in the future, and don't leave regrets for the short life."

Hermione watched as the dark and oppressive kingdom fell into trouble.

"Mother," she said: "If one day my country needs me, I will give everything I have. I want to be a qualified princess and share the worries of my father."

Queen Helen sighed and hugged her daughter even tighter.

It seems that not long after, Queen Helen died of illness, and all countries secretly prepared to attack Sparta. Sparta was not strong enough. The royal palaces and nobles of many countries coveted Hermione's beauty, and even the ugly elders of Sparta didn't think about it. In order to keep the princess in his bag, King Menelaus could only send his only daughter to Crete.

On the day of his marriage, the taciturn King of Sparta Menelaus still didn't say much, but his eyes gradually became moist.

Standing on the big boat heading for Crete, Hermione said to the maid who brought her behind her: "Look, my father loves me. He looks fierce and silent, but he is actually gentler than anyone else."

She subconsciously grasped the dagger presented by her father, "The sky in Sparta is black, but the moment I left, I still missed it unavoidably."

Caius came over at some point, and hugged her from behind, his voice was soft and intimate: "You will fall in love with Crete, and then, you will forget Sparta full of suffering."

She shook her head: "I just feel that life is fragile. The Peloponnese Peninsula has never been peaceful. Next time I go back to Sparta, maybe it will be another scene."

Caius kissed her earlobe and confessed in a low voice: "Countless lives were born in this world and died in this world. In the long river of time that does not return, nothing remains unchanged. Only my sincerity to you can rival eternity.

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Sparta does not have such beautiful words, men are taciturn, women are dull, everything in Sparta is for survival, and this is the first time Hermione has met someone like Caius.

And so, just as her mother, Queen Helen, was drawn to Prince Paris, she fell hopelessly in love with Caius Knossos.

It is said that in the dreary country of Sparta, sweet words can deceive a woman's heart.

And Hermione was luckier than Queen Helen, because she met the right person.

The author has something to say:

Forgot to mention, because of the author’s stupidity, I forgot to modify it earlier. Latin was used in parts of Italy in the fifteenth century. I have changed it. I hope it will not affect the reading experience, okay?