The next day, Agnes got up early and got into a carriage with her mother to go to St. Diana's Church. Mother did not bring a maid and gave Hetty a day off.
After about half an hour's drive, the carriage stopped and Agnes got out of the carriage.
In front of you is a wide pedestrian street about two hundred meters long. This pedestrian street is called Campo de' Fiori. In its center is a vibrant flower bed dotted with flowers that bloom all year round. The streets on both sides are paved with granite. Under the sunlight around seven o'clock in the morning, they reflect the shimmer like lake water. At the end of the pedestrian street is a magnificent twin-towered Gothic church. From Agnes' position, it looks like two trees with branches growing together. Coupled with the tall rose windows and stained glass windows on both sides, the entire church looks like two trees with branches growing together. The architecture shows a strange and magnificent feeling.
"Let's go." Mother took Agnes's hand. Carriages have never been allowed to enter the pedestrian street in front of St. Diana's Church, and no one wants to show off their privileges here. The rich and distinguished people choose to walk here to show their approachability, and even consider it a part of dignity; while the poor, poor people do not have carriages.
Agnes and her mother walked into the Church of St. Diana. No matter how many times she came in, Agnes still marveled at the beauty of St. Diana's Church. Looking up, the tall and broad dome of the church stretches forward like a wave-like tree crown. The square pillars on both sides are like the branches of trees. The square pillars rise from the ground and extend out pointed coupons about 20 meters high, as if the trees extend their own branches from their tall branches. branches. The light shines through the stained glass windows, casting various colors of light and shadow on the ground, like flowers blooming on the grass among the woods, with vibrant colors.
"The earth carries the world,"
"Like a mother holding her child."
Today's mass ceremony has begun. Mother pulled Agnes to sit on the seats on both sides of the aisle. Agnes closed her eyes and listened quietly to the bishop's voice. The bishop is an old woman with roughly gray hair. Her voice carries a kind and vicissitudes of feeling when she preaches. Especially when she closes her eyes, she feels like she is being surrounded by her mother and telling stories about the past.
"Mother always promised,"
“Whatever the tearful supplications are,”
"It's still a joyful celebration,"
“Mothers listen and care.”
"Mother will watch over you,"
"Regardless of success or fame,"
"Still weak and trapped,"
“A mother will open her arms to protect.”
"We believe in our mother's perfect love for us,"
"We also believe in the equal love of the earth for us."
…
Agnes and her mother listened quietly to the bishop's sermon, feeling the words echo in their hearts. Soon, the bishop's sermon was completed. Agnes stood up and looked at her mother with questioning eyes.
Mother nodded to the bishop from a distance, drew a triangle and a vertical line on her chest. Then he pulled Agnes towards the stairs on the right side of the church.
Agnes followed her mother upstairs and entered a room similar to a laboratory. As soon as she opened the door, a chill hit her face, and Agnes shivered unconsciously. There are no windows in the room, and a crystal ball shining with red light is the only source of light in the room.
Ms. Jones and Mr. Conti were already in the room. Ms. Jones hugged her mother and then looked at Agnes.
"Are you ready, little Agnes?" Ms. Jones said with a straight face.
"Ready." Affected by Ms. Jones' serious expression, Agnes nodded solemnly.
"Olivia, don't scare her." The mother said to Ms. Jones helplessly.
"Okay, okay, Mariana, I just want to ease the tension." Ms. Jones said with a smile.
"Mr. Conti will help you prepare the potion, watch you take it, and teach you how to control the power of the potion." Ms. Jones said seriously while suppressing her smile.
Agnes nodded to show that she understood.
"Excuse me, Mr. Conti." The mother looked at Mr. Conti sincerely.
"No, after all Agnes is my student now." Mr. Conti said with a smile.
"May the Mother Goddess bless you." Ms. Jones looked at Agnes and said, she drew a triangle and a vertical line on her chest.
Agnes was stunned for a moment, then did the same thing and responded: "Praise the Mother Goddess."
Ms. Jones and her mother walked out, leaving Agnes and Mr. Conti alone in the room. Mr. Conte walked across from Agnes, bent down, and held out his right hand.
"Reacquaint yourself with sequence eight of the prisoner sequence, madman Edmundo Conti, your music teacher and occult teacher."
Agnes was stunned for a moment as she watched Mr. Conti stretch out his hand in front of her.
"Oh, this seems to be a way of expressing friendship invented by Emperor Russell."
Agnes stretched out her right hand and held Mr. Conti's right hand. Mr. Conti shook it up and down, and then let go of Agnes' hand.
Mr. Conti didn't seem to be very familiar with etiquette. At least a gentleman shouldn't ask a lady to shake his hand, Agnes thought.
Mr. Conti retracted his hand and said: "Olivia told me that you are much more mature than children of the same age and have enough judgment and ability to act. She suggested that I should not treat you as a child and talk to you directly. Communicate openly and honestly.”
"I want to ask you, are you really willing to choose the prisoner sequence? Did Olivia tell you that the prisoner sequence can easily get out of control? You must know that most orthodox churches maintain a highly defensive attitude towards the prisoner sequence." Conti The gentleman asked somewhat seriously.
Agnes nodded, indicating that she knew.
"It seems that Olivia told you this. Then did she tell you that the prisoner sequence is a heterogeneous sequence?" Mr. Conti asked again.
"Alien..." Agnes whispered the word.
"Yes, this path will begin to mutate in sequence seven, and its name is Werewolf." As if he remembered something, Mr. Conti's eyes were a little dazed, and his voice was a little erratic. After saying these words After a moment of silence, he continued:
"Not only that, if you choose this path, you will also have to face the Rose School, which is famous for its bloody sacrifices, unless you are willing to fall with those dirty guys." Mr. Conti showed an obvious look of disgust.
It seems that Mr. Conti is a temperance person. But that’s right. It is impossible for people from the Indulgence sect to choose to actively accept the surveillance of the Zhengshen Church, and it is difficult for the wild prisoner sequence to resist the curse of this way. The final outcome is probably that most of them will join the Indulgence sect or die out of control. Very soon Very few choose to seek help from the Orthodox Church. But it’s strange. The Temperance School should also be part of the Rose School. Why doesn’t he seem to regard himself as a member of the Rose School in his words? Has anyone from the Temperance faction defected from the Rose School?
"Even so, do you still want to choose the prisoner sequence?" Mr. Conti looked seriously into Agnes's eyes, as if he wanted to see Agnes's heart through them.
Agnes looked directly into Mr. Conti's eyes and nodded, "Yes, this is my best choice."
Mr. Conti rubbed his forehead and sighed.
"Yeah, you have no other choice." Agnes vaguely heard Mr. Conti whisper to himself.
"Then let's start preparing the potion." Upon hearing these words, Agnes' breathing stagnated.
