"I didn't expect to see you here, Mr. Accardo." Agnes quickly calmed down and said.
Although the person in front of her no longer had blond hair and green eyes, his face had not changed, and Agnes still recognized him at a glance.
"On the contrary, I have been looking forward to seeing you here for a long time." Mr. Accardo said with a smile.
"Really?" Agnes looked up at Mr. Accardo calmly and asked, "I'm very curious. You were obviously out of control at that time. Why..."
"Why am I still alive?" Mr. Accardo said directly what Agnes had not finished.
"Trevor Accardo of the Church of the Mother Earth did indeed die out of control, while Trevor Pagani of Bodivia never left Anva Castle from beginning to end."
"So, are you satisfied with my explanation, little Agnes?" Mr. Accardo asked with a smile.
Agnes was silent for a moment, then turned sideways and opened the door.
"So I should call you... 'Mr. Pagani'?"
Trevor Pagani withdrew his gaze from the oil painting across from the desk, looked sideways and said with a smile: "If you are willing, I think...you might just call me 'great-grandfather' ?”
Agnes said nothing, just stood calmly by the door.
Trevor Pagani looked at Agnes's reaction, sighed very obviously, and said: "You were still cuter six months ago."
"Mr. Pagani, I think we don't need to waste time on these unnecessary things. Both you and I know very well that we both have ill intentions towards each other. If..." Angni Si frowned and said.
"No," Trevor Pagani interrupted Agnes and said with a smile on his face: "I just want to give you more time to think, but if you are anxious to know the answers to those things If so, I won’t stop you.”
"As for malicious intent, the previous 'Trevor Accardo' did want to kill you, but the current 'Trevor Pagani' does not have this idea."
"So my dear little Agnes, are you sure you are ready to know the truth?"
Agnes turned around silently, took out the tiara given to her by her father from her suitcase, and then looked at Trevor Pagani.
"Okay, okay," Trevor Pagani took a deep look at the crown and looked helpless. He shook his head and said, "If you insist."
"Any question you ask me today, I will answer seriously."
He glanced at the oil painting opposite the desk again, turned around and walked out.
Agnes took two steps outside, turned back to look at the oil painting, then turned thoughtfully and followed.
...
This is more like a storage room.
Agnes saw all kinds of items, placed randomly, as if they had never been put away after being thrown in. There are jewelry like necklaces and rings, weapons like knives and guns, and some are just a book, a photo, or a painting.
Agnes looked at the items in this room one by one, guessing why these items appeared here.
"It also seems like you can't easily identify them before they're used."
Trevor Pagani casually picked up a photo that was thrown on the ground, and brushed his fingers over the innocently smiling girl on it.
The spiritual infusion seemed to turn on some switch. A special kind of fluctuation surrounded Trevor Pagani. Dots of red light diffused from his body. Agnes subconsciously used her toes to move away from the special wave. Rafe Pagani.
"Don't worry, I'm not planning to create a 'full moon.'" Trevor Pagani chuckled. The red light around him gathered on the photo, and the girl's figure in the photo emerged in the air.
"She is my youngest daughter, her name is Shayla." Trevor Pagani said looking at the girl's figure in the air.
The girl opened her arms towards Trevor Pagani. Trevor Pagani just looked at it with a smile without making any movement. The girl seemed to curl her lips angrily, and her figure dissipated and turned into light again. Scattered underground.
Agnes then walked forward with some vigilance and asked, "Is this something that belongs to this...aunt?"
Agnes said this title with some difficulty.
Trevor Pagani glanced at the tiara in Agnes's hand, and then said: "No, this belongs to her brother Conor, well, it belongs to your grandfather. The tiara in your hand is It belongs to her."
"I don't remember my grandfather having a sister like this," Agnes said.
"Of course you wouldn't know, because I killed her before she came of age." Trevor Pagani said with a smile still on his face.
Agnes choked on her words. She looked at Trevor Pagani in disbelief for a while, and finally asked calmly: "Are these 'Thorn Beacons'?"
"So they should be called 'beacons'?" Trevor Pagani asked with a smile. He looked around at the messy items, nodded, and said, "If you are talking about the kind that is similar to Xia If the tiara and the ring you wear are the same thing, then yes."
Agnes subconsciously looked at her hand. Before the ceremony to become a nun, Agnes asked Lord Rossi to replace the ring she was going to wear with the "ring of thorns" that originally belonged to her mother.
After putting it on during the ceremony, Agnes never took it off again.
"'Beacon' is indeed very appropriate." Trevor Pagani showed a rare hint of coldness, casually threw the photo on the ground, turned around and walked forward.
"Where did so many 'Thorn Beacons' come from?" Agnes raised her heels.
Trevor Pagani gave Agnes an ambiguous look and said: "Every 'Pagani' is...well...'a soul sender" ', that's what you call it too, right?"
"And each of the items with the strongest emotional connection to 'Pagani' will be transformed into a 'beacon,' like Conor's photo, Sharla's tiara, and the ring on your finger."
"If my guess is correct, this ring is the 'beacon' belonging to your father Lorenzo? And I heard that the countess was assassinated not long ago?" Trevor Pagani looked at Angne with interest asked the ring on Si's hand.
"Conor didn't tell Lorenzo about the Beacon's transformation? Maybe he told Lorenzo but Lorenzo didn't care?"
Agnes rubbed the ring with her thumb, her forearms trembling slightly.
"I think whether my father knew or not is of little relevance to what I need to know, Mr. Pagani," Agnes said, her voice calm.
