"Who was the little girl who danced with you at Newlin Manor last night? Did you tell the church that she was involved in this case?" Agnes thought for a while and asked.
Vincent nodded and said: "She is one of my former clients. I met her at Newlin Manor. She temporarily entrusted me to find her a woman who she said was a friend of hers, but until We didn't find the woman when the bombing happened. I mentioned her existence to the priest in the morning."
Agnes nodded, smiled and said: "I know, thank you for telling me this, M. Poirot."
She picked up the hat next to her and shook it, and clearly saw a slightly troubled expression on Vicente's face, which turned into eagerness when Agnes tried to stand up.
"Miss Boethia, please wait a moment." Vicente finally spoke to persuade him.
Agnes stopped with a smile, looked at Vicente, and raised her eyebrows.
"I..." Vicent gritted his teeth and finally said: "Miss Boethia, what can I do to become an extraordinary person?"
Agnes sat back and looked at Vicente with a half-smile. Only when she saw that Vicente was a little uncomfortable did she speak out: "You have already signed a confidentiality agreement with the church. I don't believe you still read it." What’s the best way to get in touch with extraordinary power without coming out?”
Vicente opened his mouth and Agnes couldn't help but smile.
"It seems that Mr. Poirot has some scruples about joining the church, but I think you should understand that if you want to get what you want, you have to pay something."
Vicente shook his head and said, "No, I just..."
He moved the corners of his mouth slightly, seeming hesitant about whether he should say what he said next.
"Compared to life and reproduction, I am more interested in seeking the secrets hidden behind things." Vicent hesitated for a long time before finally saying what he wanted to say.
"You are such a picky person, M. Poirot," Agnes shook her head and said with a smile, "To be honest, you may be thinking too much."
"Although the church is indeed more inclined towards life, it does not mean that it does not have power in other aspects. But generally speaking, only meritorious clergy or devout believers can be picky." Agnes said slowly. .
Vicente nodded thoughtfully, ready to say something.
"Of course, if it was before the Battle of Oath-Breaking," Agnes sighed with some emotion. Vicent closed his mouth instantly and listened carefully to Agnes's words: "Fenepot is still It should be easier for you if you believe in the Mother Goddess of the Earth and the God of Knowledge and Wisdom at the same time. After all, the power controlled by the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom is more inclined to knowledge. The relationship between steam and machinery on the Intis and Loen side God also holds the power of knowledge.”
"Of course, the power of knowledge they possess has different tendencies." Agnes closed her mouth and did not say any more.
"Thank you for telling me this." Vicente nodded gratefully.
Agnes smiled and nodded, put the hat on her head, stood up, thought for a while, then leaned into Vicente's ear and whispered: "Please remember, except for the Seven Orthodox Churches, , all other secret organizations that control extraordinary power believe in the evil god, and most of the people who join these secret organizations will fall under the influence of the evil god, and eventually lose themselves, only knowing how to pursue the evil god..."
Agnes paused and said no more. She stood up straight, nodded to Vicente, and walked out of the cafe.
She looked at the bright and pale sunlight on the horizon, chuckled, and shook her head.
"I only know how to pursue evil gods... Isn't it the same as 'feeling the connection with Him in our souls, letting ourselves get close to Him, and serving Him'?"
Agnes pressed the hat on her head and walked towards the end of the street.
...
"The explosion destroyed all traces," Joey shook his head at Wentz and whispered, "No abnormalities can be found here."
Wen Si nodded and said nothing.
"Let's go to the Silver Rose."
he whispered.
...
"Silver Rose..." Agnes stopped as she looked at the huge ship swaying slightly with the waves not far away.
Three sharp masts pointed straight into the sky, and on the middle mast there was a broken red silk fluttering in the sea breeze. It can be seen that the hull of the ship has been painted, but it is obvious that after a long period of wind and rain, the paint is either broken or stained into an old color, which seems to add a sense of dilapidation to the ship.
Agnes observed for a while, then with a little force on her feet, she jumped onto the deck. Her brows furrowed slightly, and her eyes were very clearly focused on a place below the deck.
"This feeling," Agnes walked to the place where she felt the abnormality and looked down below the deck, "is a bit similar to what I felt at Newlin Manor."
"But it's much weaker...is it a remnant?" Agnes's eyes searched for the Silver Rose.
"Go down and have a look." Agnes walked down the stairs.
...
The whistling sound of the blade cutting the air rang in his ears. Bernie subconsciously rolled to one side and rolled out a few meters away before standing up and looking at his attacker expressionlessly.
This was a man who seemed to be about the same age as Bernie. The man looked at Bernie with somewhat complex eyes and faced Bernie in silence.
"Bernie, come back, I will help you plead with the Lord." The man said the first sentence.
Bernie ignored the man's intentions and slowly pulled out his pistol from his gun bag.
"Aren't you willing to hold back on me?" The man smiled bitterly and said to himself: "That's right, I've already hunted you down..."
Bernie said nothing, but raised his hand and pointed the gun at the man.
The man sighed, the long knife in his hand flashed, and a bullet was deflected.
"I'm so familiar with you, Bernie," the man said softly, walking forward slowly, "I'll know what you're going to do next when I see your movements..."
Bernie just looked at the man blankly and put the pistol back into his gun bag.
There was a hint of joy on the man's face, and he saw white hair growing out of every inch of Bernie's body. His face gradually became ferocious, and his fangs and claws glowed with a cold luster.
"You..." Just as the man's face showed some shock, a streak of blood with a sharp coldness came from the shadows on the side, accurately piercing the man's heart from behind.
Bernie's dull eyes fluctuated a little, and he looked at Lunn who was holding the dagger.
Lunn casually pulled out the dagger that stabbed into the man's heart, and blood spurted out.
"Master asked me to help you." Lunn let the man's body fall to the ground and said in a hoarse voice.
Bernie nodded and glanced at the man's body on the ground. The white hair on his body slowly retracted under the skin. He reached out and grabbed Len and ran towards the end of the street.
