Agnes looked up into Mr. Accardo's green eyes and said, "People can't always be rational, and I have a very good relationship with Alyssa."
"Really?" Mr. Accardo turned his head slightly and looked at Agnes.
"It seems you are not willing to tell me the reason." Mr. Accardo removed his eyes and looked at the garden below the terrace.
"I have told you my thoughts, believe it or not." Agnes also removed her eyes from looking at Mr. Accardo and looked at the garden.
"That's right, truth and falsehood are not that important in many cases." Mr. Accardo gently shook the wine in his glass and looked at Agnes and said with a smile.
"Let me ask you another question." Mr. Accardo put the wine glass on the table next to him, turned around, looked at Agnes, his green eyes were full of meaning, and asked: "What did you do this morning? You should have seen the obituary of the president of the Feneport City Blacksmith Guild, do you have any thoughts?"
Agnes sneered and asked, "What should I think?"
"From a personal relationship point of view, apart from taking over a case related to the blacksmith guild when I first joined the team, he and I have no other interactions. I have never even met his face; from a political relationship point of view Look, he is just the part that my father wants to sweep into the dust of history, and he naturally stands on two sides. He and I are basically two points on different sides of the paper, and have no connection. Do you still expect me to What emotions are worth talking about because of his death? Instead of just sighing with almost no emotion and turning over it and not looking at it again?"
"You suddenly spoke a lot longer," Mr. Accardo said with a smile.
Agnes paused and said, "I just said some of my thoughts."
"As far as I know, you have given some ideas to Count Pagani before. And they adopted your ideas and took some measures. These measures seem to have affected President Carman's mental state to a certain extent. Mr. Accardo nodded and said.
Agnes listened expressionlessly and said nothing.
"Even so, you don't have any ideas?" Mr. Accardo asked.
"In my opinion, most of the time the question of 'position' is primary, and the question of 'right and wrong' is secondary."
"What is 'yes' and what is 'no' cannot be determined with certainty in many cases. It is easier to think about the problem directly from a certain standpoint. At least the decisions made in this way will not be the same in most cases. What harm will it cause to ourselves?"
"And since my father stands for the abolition of guilds, it is naturally impossible for me, as his daughter, to have any unnecessary sympathy for him."
Mr. Accardo nodded in agreement, looked at Agnes and said, "She is indeed the 'philosopher' lady of Count Pagani's family."
"Okay, I'm done with my questions. How about we talk about something lighter?"
"I think the current atmosphere is no longer suitable for talking about relaxed things." Agnes said expressionlessly.
"Then let's liven up the atmosphere?"
Agnes glanced at Mr. Accardo and said nothing.
Mr. Accardo chuckled and said, "It seems that our little Agnes is really angry."
Agnes was about to say something when she suddenly felt something and looked up to the sky.
Her enhanced vision allowed her to clearly see something in the sky even at night, which was Rose the Crow.
"It seems that the Heart of Nature is looking for something to do with you." Mr. Accardo said with a smile.
Agnes ignored him and waited quietly for Rose to land on the railing at the edge of the terrace. She reached out and took out a piece of paper from the small tube on Rose's leg and received it in her hand. Rose didn't wait much and went directly to the sky. Fly away.
"Aren't you going to take a look here?" Mr. Accardo asked.
Agnes looked up at him steadily for a few seconds, then unfolded the note and read the words on it carefully.
As she read, Agnes frowned tightly, and she suddenly raised her head and looked at Trevor Accardo.
Mr. Accardo smiled, took a sip from his glass, and said, "It seems that you are not very happy with what is written on the note."
Agnes sneered and said: "Of course, who would be willing to face the pollution from the Mother Goddess, especially from Pavla Monastery with unknown sources of pollution."
"I think you are a little special, and maybe you will bring some surprises." Mr. Accardo looked at Agnes with his green eyes and said with a smile.
"It seems you have known about this before." Agnes said firmly.
Mr. Accardo nodded without hesitation and said, "Of course, after all, I am a supporter of this proposal."
Agnes stared at Mr. Accardo for a long time, then turned away, smiled, and said, "You are very magnanimous."
"I have always been very open-minded." Mr. Accardo nodded happily as if he had received praise.
"Mr. Accardo, I thought it was Renes' problem before, but now it seems that Renes was not wrong. You are indeed an unlikable person." Agnes took a sip of juice and said .
"But I guess I'm different from Rhaenys. I hate incomprehensible people." Agnes said casually, then picked up her juice and walked out of the terrace.
Mr. Accardo smiled, leaned on the railing at the edge of the terrace, and said in a slightly louder voice: "So it's better to just talk about music."
Agnes turned her head and glanced at Mr. Accardo. She saw that Mr. Accardo laughed inexplicably, bent over and spilled the wine in the red wine glass in his hand, all over him. on clothes.
"Do you need me to notify the church?" Agnes asked.
"You... thought I was going to... lose control?" Mr. Accardo clutched his stomach and seemed out of breath from laughing.
Angni nodded without hesitation.
"I don't think anyone would think that you are normal when they see you now." Agnes said, standing where she was.
"Hahaha," Mr. Accardo threw the wine glass on the ground, grabbed the railing with both hands and gradually straightened up, and then said: "Yes, even when you...originally... .In front of some of the 'lunatics', I now look more like a lunatic."
"But if I really lose control, are you sure you have the chance to pass the news to the church and the ability to guarantee your own life in front of me?"
Agnes saw Mr. Accardo's nails gradually lengthening, covered with mysterious symbols and patterns.
