Agnes felt that the warmth of her hands suddenly lost and became cold. Her mind suddenly recalled the words she saw in the notebook of Dreiser, a member of the Remaining Sin Order:
"The teacher told me that we are His students, sacrifices, guards, and His possessions. We use His power, practice His ways, and eventually belong to Him and become part of Him."
She raised her eyes and looked at Xiao Milo, her expression unconsciously showing some indifference.
"Did you hear this in a whisper?" asked Agnes.
Little Milo nodded obediently, then carefully pulled the corner of Agnes's leather coat and asked, "Ms. Boethia, are you angry?"
"I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't say this to you, but I don't want to lie to you."
Agnes raised her eyes to look at little Milo, took a deep breath, calmed down her expression, looked at little Milo and asked: "Why do you think you can't tell me this?"
Little Milo shook his head in confusion and said: "I don't know, I just can feel that you don't want to hear this."
Agnes frowned unconsciously, and began to think about why little Milo felt that she didn't want to hear this. Was it a whisper? Or is it a connection? Or purely through intuition?
Little Milo looked at Agnes's face and said nothing. He quietly grabbed the corner of Agnes' clothes and stood aside.
Agnes raised her hand and pinched her eyebrows. The thoughts in her mind were chaotic, like a mess. Xiao Milo's words seemed to have thrown away the fig leaf that he had been covering up, exposing everything to the air.
Xiao Milo had obviously said many times before that he felt a quality in himself that frightened him and reassured him, but she had always selectively turned a blind eye. When she was talking about the anomalies in little Milo, she was also an anomaly.
Agnes smiled bitterly, looked up at Milo, and asked: "In the afternoon before...you could feel me observing you through contact?"
Little Milo nodded and said: "When you look at me, I can feel the whispers around me getting louder."
Agnes tapped her knee lightly with her hand on her leg.
"Let's give it a try," she said suddenly.
Little Milo nodded quickly.
Agnes half-closed her eyes and quickly sketched the leafless tree in her mind.
Wisps of black threads spread in the space before his eyes, extending out in a mysterious state, like hairs.
Agnes controlled her spirituality and gathered it, her consciousness spread over the wisps of connection, and finally found the target she was looking for. She could feel that the object of this wisp of connection was beside her.
This connection seemed to be somewhat different from the others. In Agnes's opinion, this connection seemed to be looming and seemed a little unstable.
Agnes spread her spirituality along the connection and successfully saw Xiao Milo. Her vision was still as if covered with a layer of gray gauze. She half-closed her eyes and leaned on the sofa. Xiao Milo stood beside her. In front of him, he seemed to be thinking about something, which seemed to be no different from what he had seen before from Dreiser of the Remaining Sin Order and Maiviti of the Rose School of Thought.
Agnes tried to transmit her thoughts directly through spirituality.
"Little Milo?"
There was a hint of surprise on little Milo's face. He looked up into the air, then looked down at Agnes's body leaning on the sofa, and said, "Ms. Boethia, you speak from the bottom of my heart!"
Agnes couldn't help but have the urge to hold her forehead. She also saw that her body seemed to want to raise her hand, so she quickly changed her thoughts.
"Don't say it out loud, just tell me from the bottom of your heart." Agnes conveyed her thoughts to little Milo.
Little Milo nodded without moving his mouth, but Agnes heard Little Milo's voice ringing in her ears:
"Is that so? Lady Boethia?"
"Yes, I will try to do something through your body next, don't be afraid." Agnes nodded inwardly and said to little Milo as gently as possible.
Little Milo nodded without any objection.
Agnes gradually increased her spiritual investment in this connection. She felt that a much weaker consciousness was pushed aside by her, and her consciousness gained dominance over little Milo's body.
Agnes looked around with a novel look. There was a certain difference between the senses of Milo's body and Agnes's own senses. Perhaps it was because of the sequence that her body walked, or perhaps because of inspiration, but the world that Agnes felt through little Milo's body seemed to be different.
She could now vaguely feel that in this quiet night, there was someone... no, it shouldn't be a person, floating on the street outside the house. On the dark and narrow street not far away, a numb and desperate haze filled the sky. .
Agnes didn't hear little Milo's murmuring, and she didn't know why. Maybe it's because although she controls Xiao Milo's body, she doesn't really have access to the properties? But that's not right. What's going on with my different senses now?
Agnes raised her head and saw her body with half-closed eyes. She didn't feel anything unusual, as if the person in front of her was just an ordinary person.
But this is not right, it does not match Xiao Milo's description.
"Little Milo?" Agnes asked in her heart.
"I'm here, Ms. Boethia." Little Milo's voice rang in Agnes's ears.
"How do you feel now?" Agnes asked little Milo.
Little Milo remained silent for a while, and Agnes waited quietly for Milo's answer.
The moonlight shines through the window and casts a crimson veil on the ground, and the trees outside the window make a "swishing" sound in the evening breeze.
Little Milo's voice rang in Agnes's ears: "I can see and hear, and my senses don't seem to be affected, but I can't control my body."
"Is it different from what I saw and heard before?" Agnes asked again.
"No." Milo replied without hesitation.
"I know." Agnes nodded.
She secretly paid attention to this matter and didn't ask any more questions.
She looked at the feather duster stuck behind the door, plucked a feather from it and placed it on the coffee table.
She wanted to make sure of something.
She did not use the emotional resonance first according to the rules summed up by the Pagani family, and went directly to the second step.
"I want this feather to float and the whirlwind to hold it underneath so it doesn't fall."
Agnes stared at the feather, and she clearly felt a force coming to Xiao Milo's body along the connection. A little breeze formed from Xiao Milo's palm and gathered under the feather. The feather slowly and steadily moved from Floating upward from the coffee table.
