"It seems you are aware of it." Agnes took a deep look at Gregory and said.
She let go of the wall she was holding on to and squinted her eyes to look at the sky outside the high walls of the monastery.
"Did you let me get rid of his control?" Miss Gregory said with some urgency, "You..."
"I didn't do anything," Agnes interrupted Gregory's words and whispered: "I think it is the power of the church. After all, that power is just a seed that induces corruption, and the church should deal with it The power related to 'fall' is actually quite proficient."
"Then you..."
Miss Gregory wanted to ask something, but Agnes interrupted. She spread her hands helplessly and said, "I don't have that ability. To a certain extent, I only have the power to hurt others."
Miss Gregory looked at Agnes in surprise, her eyes full of disbelief.
"What, you don't believe it?" Agnes couldn't help but curl her lips.
Miss Gregory couldn't help but shook her head and said: "No, I just think you shouldn't fight like that..."
Agnes couldn't help laughing, and Miss Gregory's words gradually became quieter.
Agnes made a prayer gesture on her chest and seemed to recite a few words of confession before she raised her head and said to Miss Gregory: "I'm sorry to disappoint you, Miss Gregory."
She cast her eyes on Miss Gregory's still dancing hands and feet, "You came to me because you wanted to seek help from the church, right? Because you are still here..."
"No, it's not that," Miss Gregory seemed to understand what Agnes wanted to say, and she said loudly, "It's not me, it's a friend of mine."
Agnes couldn't help but pause and asked: "Who?"
"Vicente Poirot, a detective I entrusted before." She said quickly, as if this was not enough, and immediately said: "I entrusted him to find my aunt. He and I went to Newlyn Manor together. ."
Agnes's expression became strange, she raised her lips and said, "Detective Poirot?"
Miss Gregory nodded quickly.
"Detective Poirot came to the church yesterday," Agnes thought for a while and explained aloud: "He came to the church for help because the case was involved in extraordinary events."
Miss Gregory looked relieved.
Agnes looked at the girl and finally asked, "Aren't you worried about your mother?"
Miss Gregory's movements suddenly stiffened. She was silent for a while, then she couldn't help but pull the corner of her mouth and laughed.
"You guessed it, right?" The girl raised her head and said in a hoarse voice: "I told you before."
.......
"Oh, it's such a small town, and it sends a..." Goteles looked at the tall black curly-haired priest sitting on a bench beside the central square, and couldn't help but muttered a few words. .
He pressed the wide-brimmed hat on his head and walked forward slowly.
"Good evening, Sir Solo, it seems we have a good understanding..." He took off the wide-brimmed hat on his head, put it on his chest, and bowed to the tall figure.
"I don't think I met you here because of a tacit understanding." Lord Solo stood up, his tall figure blocking the crimson moonlight and casting a shadow on the ground. "It's just because you have to come here."
His body ignited with the light of dawn, gradually spreading around, looking bright and holy.
"What an accurate judgment. It's a pity that I don't have the hands to applaud you now," Gotles said calmly, the corners of his mouth curled up in admiration, "I should have thought that even if I have been guarding such a small town, God's favor They are still favored by gods, especially those of the hated ‘warrior’ sequence.”
He suddenly turned into a pool of illusory black viscous liquid, disappeared from the spot, and re-condensed his body five meters away.
And where he was just now, a heavy and broad-handed giant sword, which seemed to be made of condensed light, struck the ground. Countless fine cracks spread around the impact point of the giant sword.
"Are you angry?" Gotles asked in surprise. He looked at Lord Solo with interest, as if he wanted to find the expression he wanted to see on Lord Solo's face.
"To be honest, I think I have always been very well-behaved in Bodivia." He casually put the hat in his hand on his head, then clasped his fingers and began to count the things he had done here, " I came here just to work as a marriage counselor for a woman for a period of time, and then in order to make a living, I accepted a job as a financial consultant from a gentleman for a period of time, and also helped you capture a few believers of the original moon... ..."
Before he finished speaking, the light of the giant sword illuminated his eyes.
The illusory black viscous liquid that his figure transformed into again slipped away from under the giant sword and condensed not far away.
"As for that?" Gotles looked a little confused. He looked at Lord Solo helplessly, "I just want to hold a celebration in Bodivia and make up a dance to let the citizens Just dance for a while and then use the city center square as a stage, is that all?"
He looked at the tall figure who took a step forward, holding swords in both hands, and slashed at him, and shrugged helplessly.
Light blue flames ignited around his body, and a pungent smell of sulfur spread from his body. The curved goat horns covered with countless mysterious patterns on the top of his head covered the top of his wide-brimmed hat decorated with feathers. Up, the feathers on it shrank quickly under the burning of light blue flames, and the bat-like wings pierced the clothes on the back and quickly stretched out.
In an instant, magma-like flames rose up in his eyes, condensing into the appearance of Lord Solo, and a demonic word full of filth and stench came out of his mouth:
"slow!"
Lord Solo's movements froze for a moment, but then he continued to strike at Gotles with the giant sword in his hand almost unchanged.
But this moment was enough, Gotles' figure had appeared outside the attack range of the giant sword.
"To be honest, I don't really like to be like this," Gotles casually threw the wide-brimmed hat on his head that had become tattered under the fire, and tore it off due to the swelling of his body. As for the tattered clothes: "After all, they are really useless clothes, and they don't really fit my aesthetic taste."
"I don't want to fight you." Gotelas suppressed the smile that had been hanging on his face and looked at Lord Solo, who was covered in silver-white armor that seemed to be condensed by the morning sun. "It's a pity that you don't know how to fight." Have the same idea as me."
He opened the suitcase he had been carrying, and countless thin shadows poured out of the suitcase. The elongated screams and shouts intertwined into a river and wound towards Lord Solo.
