The restaurant was empty except for her. Father and mother had not yet gotten up, and the maids probably did not expect that she would come to the dining room so early. After all, it was still a little too early, and the faint sunlight outside the window filtered through the thick fog, making everything in the garden look hazy and cool.
Agnes heard footsteps, and a male servant came in with today's newspaper. Seeing Agnes sitting at the dining table, she was slightly stunned, then bowed and asked:
"Miss, do you need to eat now?"
Agnes shook her head and said, "No need, I'll wait for my father and mother to be together."
The valet bowed, placed the newspaper on the dining table, and withdrew without saying anything more.
Agnes picked up the newspaper and flipped through it casually. Most of the contents of the news section in the newspaper were things that she already knew or could guess would happen. After all, Aurelio would always tell her gossip about things he encountered while helping his father deal with things, and Ange Nice always "accidentally" guesses what will happen next - after all, "there is nothing new under the sun."
Agnes saw an obituary in the obituary section of the newspaper, for the president of the Blacksmith Guild in Feneport City.
"Mr. Ossie Carman, president of the Blacksmiths Guild of Feneport City, passed away at the age of 58."
"Mr. Carman committed suicide at his estate at eight o'clock last night. Let us mourn his passing."
"'He was an honorable gentleman,' said Mr. Henry Schelling, master craftsman of the Fenerport Blacksmiths' Guild. 'He was always worried about our future.'"
"'Whether or not I hold the same opinion as him, I must admit that Mr. Carman is a capable man, and he did manage the blacksmiths' guild in order before this year.' Feneport City Blacksmiths' Guild Member Kasim Larson said of Mr. Kaman."
"The funeral will be held at 2:30 pm next Sunday at St. Celica Church. It is expected that Mr. Kaman's body will be returned to his hometown of Port Mores after cremation."
Agnes sighed slightly and put the newspaper back.
"The guild system may really have to be completely banned." Agnes's soft murmur echoed slightly in the empty restaurant for a while, then quietly disappeared in the air without being heard by anyone.
...
Agnes quietly walked out of the banquet hall and came to the terrace with a glass of juice.
This was a dinner held to celebrate yesterday's success, at the home of the association president.
Dinner was over and the gentlemen gathered together to drink wine while the ladies gathered in the living room to drink tea and chat.
Agnes didn't find the content of the ladies' conversation very interesting, and she had no desire to act for the time being, so she used the excuse that she felt a little hot to slip out and enjoy the breeze on the terrace.
"You don't look very happy." Agnes heard someone behind her say to her.
"No, you guessed wrong, Mr. Accardo, I am actually quite happy." Agnes replied directly without turning around.
Agnes didn't need to turn around to recognize that it was Trevor Accardo's voice. After all, they had been together for a month. If she couldn't remember the other person's voice, then she was really sorry that she had been strengthened. of hearing.
"Maybe, but I trust my own judgment more. At least I feel that you are in a worse mood than you were yesterday." Mr. Accardo walked next to Agnes and imitated Agnes's posture while holding a red hand. The wine glass looked down.
“The view down from here is indeed pretty good,” Mr. Accardo said with a smile.
"Mr. Accardo, I think what you mean by this is that you think I was not in a good mood yesterday?" Agnes asked, tilting her head and showing a smile.
Mr. Trevor Accardo tilted his head, looked at Agnes's smile with his green eyes, nodded and said, "Yes, that's what I think."
"I was in a good mood yesterday." Agnes turned her head back and looked down.
"Actually, I felt the same way until I saw you through my spiritual vision..."
"You!" Agnes looked at Trevor Accardo with an angry look.
"Look, you are clearly showing anger, but what I see now is that blue is the dominant color." Mr. Accardo said with a smile.
Agnes calmed down the anger on her face, looked at Trevor Accardo calmly and said: "Do you know that it is actually very rude and dangerous for you to do this, ah-ka- Do—Mr.”
"I know." Trevor Accardo looked at Agnes with a smile, bowed his upper body slightly, stared into Agnes's eyes, and said, "After all, I saw you in the church. File, little Agnes.”
"But I found that as long as I don't explore your mind, or explore some aspects of your memory, I won't be contaminated by you." Trevor Accardo straightened up again and shook his head. He said while shaking the red wine in his glass.
"I have been observing you for a month and have come to the conclusion that you are so rational that you hardly look like a human being. Whenever I observe you through spiritual vision, I can almost find that you are always in a state of thinking, even if you have any emotions. Fluctuations will not affect your dominant blue color."
"So, for the past month, there has been a question echoing in my mind. Why did you, who is so rational, risk your life to go to Pavla Monastery in the first place? You were obviously just a Sequence 9 at the time. It stands to reason that you would Just take the initiative to avoid it.”
"There must be a very important contributing factor at play here. Let me think about it, is it the presence behind you?"
Agnes took a sip of the juice in the glass, and did not answer directly, but said casually: "You chose to play these two pieces of music of mine just to investigate me in a logical way?"
"That's not true. I really like your two pieces of music." Mr. Accardo said casually.
Agnes nodded thoughtfully and asked, "Did the church want you to investigate me?"
Mr. Accardo shook his head and said, "I did not receive an order from the church, but I was not banned by the church either."
"Are you worried that I will be a danger to ordinary people?" Agnes asked.
"No, when I voted, I voted that you should be let out." Mr. Accardo stared at the crystal clear wine in the glass under the light not far away, and asked, "Look at me for answering so honestly. With so many questions from you, is little Agnes willing to tell me the reason for going there?"
