"Captain Wentz, I think we don't have much time left." Agnes reminded her aloud after telling all the things that needed to be told to the Heart of Nature.
Captain Wentz's face became a little solemn and he nodded.
"Obviously, the other party started planning it several months ago, but we have never discovered it."
Agnes sighed helplessly and said aloud: "I think they are very likely to have made all the preparations."
"Maybe tonight, they will start their final plan, and we still don't know what they want to do." She reminded softly.
"What we know now is that a man probably brought something from the sea, and this thing lured a zombie onto the Silver Rose, causing changes in the crew..."
Wentz murmured in his mouth, and subconsciously took out a pipe. He saw Agnes sitting opposite him, smiled coquettishly and took it back.
"Perhaps, I would rather believe that the crew member's mutation is related to what the walking corpse is looking for. That thing is likely to be in the body of the man mentioned in this diary, and the walking corpse did not curse the human mutation. Active ability." Agnes ignored Wentz's little move and said directly: "I don't know why Mr. Honey Lambert speculated like this, but if I really do what he said, the mutation in my body will If it's because of the curse from the walking zombie...then this walking zombie is likely to be equivalent to a high-sequence one."
"This doesn't sound like good news." Wentz shrugged, with a serious tone: "I think we do need to prepare in advance for the possibility you mentioned."
"At the same time, we need to find the gentleman that Honey Lambert mentioned and figure out what exactly he brought. If you have received any information during this time, I hope you can inform me in time." Wentz looked at Agnes, hesitated and said.
Agnes smiled and said: "Of course, but now I want to find Miss Susanna Gregory to find out about her aunt. I am a little curious about her."
Wentz smiled and shook his head and said: "About this matter...please, Sister Pagani."
He adjusted his expression and said seriously: "By the way, I think I need to tell you, Sister Pagani, Your Excellency the Beloved is very happy to hear that you are coming, and he hopes to see you."
Agnes couldn't help but pause for a moment and nodded.
"I see."
...
"Everything born will eventually die..." A low voice resounded in the space, and the woman couldn't help but look around in confusion. She looked around in confusion.
She didn't remember how she got here, she just remembered that she came to a manor, but now what she saw was a church - she thought it was a church.
She didn't recognize what kind of church this was. The church looked depressing and empty: the bright red and cracked ceiling and floor seemed to be covered with blood, and there was a faint light coming from the ground, with a golden-red glow; On the stained glass around them are weird people with weird and twisted faces and strange postures... No, they are not people, they can only be called monsters. At a glance, these monsters seem to be dancing weirdly; those twisted paintings Glass formed all the edges of the church, making the entire church look like a perfect circle; there were no benches, no podiums, no holy symbols representing gods, it seemed like there was nothing in the entire church - but she still felt that this was a church.
She knew that there was not nothing here, but of course it didn't matter - she could feel that there was an attraction to her everywhere - something that belonged to her.
But she couldn't find it, which filled her heart with anxiety and made her almost deaf to the voice that had been ringing in her ears.
"...Knock his skin with his bones, and all those who promise will sacrifice their bodies to sing in harmony with him..."
The narrator didn't care about her attitude and just talked about it unhurriedly.
...
Agnes hesitated for a moment and slowly opened the heavy door in front of her.
She didn't know why His Excellency, the Blessed One of Bodivia Parish, wanted to see her, and she didn't think she had anything to gain from seeing him. Although the church originally gave her the option of becoming the Mother Goddess' "favorite", she did not feel that this option was suitable for her - whether it was because of the path she took or... .
To be honest, if there hadn't been anything like the Silver Rose and Newlin Manor, she would probably have reported her whereabouts to the church at most, and would never have gone to the church continuously.
After all, when she chose the second option and obtained the identity of this nun, she had already expressed her attitude to the church - she would not harm the interests of the church, and she was willing to let her identity become the relationship between the church and the church after her mother was gone. The Pagani family connection proved it, but she personally wanted some freedom outside of that identity - and the church agreed.
Of course, after learning about the Pagani family, she had other understandings of the church's reaction - of course, these understandings were just speculations.
——Although, mortals should not speculate on the thoughts of gods, and all the attitudes of the church towards her are ultimately related to gods.
She always felt that the church was too tolerant towards her.
If nothing else, just judging from the fact that every person who explores his own soul will go crazy inexplicably or have personality changes. Under normal circumstances, he will definitely be locked up - although these madnesses can be treated.
And the church actually allowed herself to take the "prisoner" path - as far as she knew, the church shouldn't be so tolerant of people who took this path.
Mr. Conti has been devoted to music since he obtained the asylum of the church. Every day he is either in his own home or in the Musicians Association. She has no expectations about the city of Feneport that she can leave. Although she has no regard for the church's treatment of Mr. Conti. I'm not familiar with the surveillance, but I also know that it definitely exceeds the church's surveillance on me.
Sometimes, Agnes felt that the measures taken by the church to monitor her were more like a form of shelter than monitoring.
Agnes looked up at the tall figure kneeling in front of the Holy Emblem of Life, who seemed to be praying. She clearly heard the words of the other party's prayer——
"Mother always promised,"
“Whatever the tearful supplications are,”
"It's still a joyful celebration,"
“Mothers listen and care.”
"Mother will watch over you,"
"Regardless of success or fame,"
"Still weak and trapped..."
Agnes did not disturb the other party, but stood firmly by the wall, lowering her head slightly.
