Sequential Evolution

what happened?

Why is the owner of the voice Prince Petrov?

Lin Tianyi suddenly remembered an introduction about witch potions that Mr. K had said.

"Gentlemen, please pay attention. Drinking this potion will indeed greatly increase your charm, but as the potion is digested, you will completely transform into a charming woman physically and in appearance. "

"Really, women."

Prince Petrov, who likes masculine styles, has something to do with the witch's potion?

But... why are there two Petrovs, who is real and who is fake?

Recalling the details of that day when he first met Turners and before he was hunted down, Lin Tianyi suddenly remembered a detail that made his skin crawl all over his body.

Prince Petrov also seems to have a black mole on his right shoulder!

The exact same mole!

In his mind, a ridiculous and incredible idea emerged, and it even became clearer.

Prince Petrov, most likely, has taken the witch's potion!

Lin Tianyi's eyes returned to the dance party. He had to confirm one thing.

…

At this time, almost all the guests have arrived, and everyone is waiting for the host of the banquet to make a speech.

Lin Tianyi and Xuantian's disciples stood in the corner of the banquet. No one greeted them. After all, in the upper class society, money and status are the beginning of friendship, and the two of them had neither.

Seeing Prince Petrov, who was in full dress, and Prince Lanster, who was standing side by side with him, walking to the middle of the dance floor, the band stopped the music in time.

All the small groups gathered together stopped greetings and whispers. Even the Tudor nobles, who were known for their 'gallantness', also stopped talking and laughing with the ladies.

This is the etiquette of a banquet. Everyone should look at the host of the banquet to show respect.

Petrov was the first to speak:

"Okay, ladies and gentlemen, my opening remarks are just to compliment the Duke of Lancaster. He is the biggest winner tonight. I believe that no father will not be excited about today. Let us listen to how he said Cultivate a gem that can illuminate the entire city.”

Warm applause rang out in the venue. Duke Lanster nodded gratefully to Prince Petrov, and then slightly saluted in all directions:

"Thank you, thank you everyone..."

At this time, Lilith Weir, who was dressed in costume, was listening to her father's loud and excited voice downstairs, as well as the polite laughter and applause from the guests that broke out from time to time, holding a piece of paper with white fingers in the lounge.

"There were 1,745 people in the poor relief house who died in front of the alms shed today. According to statistics, Intis dispatched a total of 400 carriages today to pull out the corpses... Nearly 14,000 people died from the plague and cold. Miss Myrcella also There was no rescue."

Phew, Lilith Weir closed her eyes in pain.

Her long eyelashes were trembling. No one informed her of such a big thing, including her father.

Listening to the bursts of applause coming from downstairs and the good-natured laughter coming from time to time, Lilith Weir only felt sick.

The whole city was mourning the loss of their loved ones, but the most powerful people in Intis gathered here to hold a coming-of-age ceremony for her.

They should be ashamed when something like this happens!

At this moment, Lilith Weir’s etiquette teacher, Mrs. Merlin, knocked on the door lightly and came in, praising at the same time:

"Miss, you are as beautiful as the stars in the sky. It's time to go out. Our protagonist tonight, all the guests, are waiting for you."

Lilith Weir held the piece of paper tightly in her hand, her chest heaving, trying to calm down the unsuppressed feeling of depression.

Why is this meaningless ceremony still being held when so many people have died?

How could a plague break out in one day without any warning?

Is it because it's too cold today? Absolutely not.

The money she raised should be enough to save many people. What happened?

Especially her assistant Myrcella. Lilith Weir personally took care of her three meals. She has gained a lot of weight recently and her complexion has become much rosier. How could she die?

There must be something wrong.

The note was delivered to Lilith Weir through her personal maid, and the person who delivered the letter was Dean Rouse, the head of the Charity Hospital.

After the other party learned that Miss Lilith Weir was holding her coming-of-age ceremony here today, she handed the note to Miss Weir's groom, and it took the groom nearly a day to find an opportunity to slip the note to her. Personal maid.

In an instant, an idea came into Lilith Weir's head, and it became more and more intense.

Those people outside are the real murderers. They are the worms of the people of the empire. They are a group of devils who only know pleasure, are extravagant and disregard the lives of others!

They are the ones who deserve to die today.

Those who die should not be those poor people who just want to live and work hard just to have hot porridge to drink! It should be the group of people outside, the group of exploiters, the group of capitalists and aristocrats who obviously make a lot of money by opening factories but are not willing to give out an extra penny!

Lilith Weir was not very noble, but paranoid thoughts kept growing in her heart.

She seemed to hear the murmurs from the ground, the wails of the dead, the cries of the little girl with a runny nose in the cold wind who gave her flowers, and the grateful look cast by the seriously ill washerwoman before she died...

"Miss Lilith, these two baked potatoes will warm your hands. I can eat them cold, as long as they are cold."

"Miss Lilith, you don't have to come here every day, the children are afraid of infecting you..."

"I am now willing to believe in God. You are an angel descended to earth, sent by God to save us..."

She resisted the splitting headache, stood up, smiled elegantly and brightly, and handed her elbow with long lace and white gauze gloves to the Duke of Lanster, whose eyes were already covered with crow's feet.

"Come on, my little princess."

Duke Lanster smiled softly and looked at his daughter lovingly.

The two people walked side by side to the spiral staircase on the second floor.

Prince Petrov made a sound of praise at the right time:

"Let us welcome tonight's absolute heroine, the angel who brings light to countless poor people, the most dazzling gem of the empire, Miss Lilith Weir."

Surprises, praises, and applause came one after another.

Everyone looked up at Lilith Weir, and even a few princes from foreign countries were stunned for a moment, their mouths wide open, and they stayed in place impolitely.

Outside the manor, fireworks took off into the sky, exploding into bright pieces.

But in Lilith Weir's eyes, those dissipated fireworks embers were so sad, and Prince Petrov's introduction was so dazzling.

The dark brown hair that was tied up became restless again, and all the hair strands were squirming slightly, as if they were about to expand and grow eyes.

Her brain hurt as if it was about to burst. She felt as if she could not suppress the pollution caused by the witch's potion. She wanted to destroy, destroy, and let these hypocritical nobles taste despair...

Third update, no-prize guessing, what’s going to happen next?