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Agnes managed to grab her mistress by the hand before she went to the bottom. Pushing hard, the maid pulled the girl to the pier. There was no time to call Bastian for help.
“Help me carry the lady to the bedroom” she pleaded, turning to the Chaos that had quietlyswam up. The curiosity of him became good luck for the old woman.
The newt bristled his fins, hissed and, measuring the maid with a contemptuous look, dived, sliding to the exit of the grotto. A wave separated from the pier and, covering Chaos’ body, froze his limbs, surrounded him with a dense water ball and lifted him into the air.
“Do as you're told, and maybe I'll help you find out who killed your brothers,” Agnes croaked, holding a clawed hand clenched above her. The rejuvenated fingers were silvered with scales. The wrinkles on her face smoothed out, returning her to her former cold beauty. Black curls fell over her shoulders, glam up her nondescript dress with its lu
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