"Are you interested in Sarah?" Lunn's eyes were fixed on Agnes.
"She's very interesting, isn't she?" Agnes couldn't help but raise her lips, "She obviously shouldn't belong there, although her rehearsal tasks were completed very well."
Agnes looked back at the theater obscured by the night and said with interest.
"'Thank you very much, Ms. Boethia.'" Agnes imitated Sarah's tone, "It's cute, isn't it? Although she was a little wary of me at first."
"You seemed to like her very much. I thought you were just looking for some information about the Segness Theatre."
"I have the same idea, but I'm just a little interested in this aspect." Agnes shrugged and changed the subject, "I think there is something missing on the dome of the theater, for example, a huge crystal chandelier? Light? The few candles in there are not enough to light up the whole theatre."
"Yes, this theater did lose their chandelier," Lunn nodded and said without surprise. He even couldn't help but laugh without any other meaning. "I think they should hate themselves." The crystal lamp has not been installed. I wonder what kind of lighting they are going to use for the scheduled performance in a few days?"
Agnes felt something familiar inexplicably. She seemed to have heard similar things somewhere, so she subconsciously asked: "How many were killed?"
Lunn shook his head helplessly, "No one was killed, but many people were injured. What's interesting is that the lamp was not damaged at all."
"Besides this, what else happened?" Agnes couldn't help raising her eyebrows and asked aloud.
"While the crowd was being evacuated, someone assassinated Lord Bartley at the entrance of the theater." Lunn said meaningfully. "And when the crystal chandelier fell, he was not far from the fall point, but he was not injured."
"It seems that the theater was just unlucky enough to be chosen as the location for the assassination." Agnes turned her head and said calmly, "It has nothing to do with us."
"Do you think so?" Lunn looked at Agnes and nodded suddenly, "I understand, we really should think so."
Agnes couldn't help but glance sideways at Lunn with a strange look, but said nothing.
...
"November seventeenth,"
"It can be determined that when I relied on His power, it had a great impact on my mental state, not just the so-called "second madness". At present, it includes but is not limited to subconsciously indulging in the other party's senses. Feeling of disgust due to the temptation of others, and feeling of appreciation due to others' pursuit of self-realization. If these are His reasons... that would be really strange - He should not have preferences for likes and dislikes towards ants, unless these are It has to do with the authority He holds..."
Agnes picked up the pen and waited for a moment to let the ink on the diary dry.
"You clearly know that there is no Him, who are you trying to deceive?" The voice in her mind sounded. Agnes looked at the reflective glass lampshade outside the kerosene lamp, and Huizhen's face reflected on it with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of her mouth, "You The reason for this is just because of yourself, after all, they don't seem to be 'alive', and you just don't like your 'walking corpse syndrome'."
"Why not Him?" Agnes said nothing, just looked at the face on the lampshade and responded in her mind.
"When 'I' faced Bodivia's situation, I was keenly aware of the opportunity for His intervention, so I asked my 'attendant' to recite His honorable name..."
"What can this 'He' gain from this?" Huizhen interrupted Agnes's hypothesis and asked a question directly.
"I shouldn't predict 'His' thoughts," Agnes showed a slight smile, "Maybe it's because 'He' is hostile to the one who is about to come, and does not want to see the other party succeed; and Maybe it's because 'He' has goodwill towards the Church of the Mother Earth and is willing to express his goodwill by providing help..."
"Or maybe it's just because there is something special about the person who wants to use 'His' power, so 'He' responds when the other party requests." Huizhen directly completed Agnes's answer, "This is You thought of using it to deceive the people of Yu Zui Cult to explain the truth."
Huizhen said with a bit of sarcasm: "A favored one? Then there are not many favored ones by 'His'. The entire Pagani family can be counted in a sense, and you are obviously special than them. After all, even you Even the 'waiters' chanting 'His' honorable name will receive a response."
"Perhaps it's not just a 'favorite'," Agnes explained calmly, "but also some kind of 'apostle' and 'vessel' with special meaning."
"'He' is hidden in the dark, and I will be a 'container' for 'Him' to use. I accepted 'His' protection, allowing me to enjoy the incomparable sweet taste of honey, and as a price , I should endure the stench of blood corruption for 'Him'; I was born because of 'Him' and accepted the power given by 'Him', so in return, I should also use 'His' desires as my own desires, right? ?”
The eyes reflected in the glass lampshade stared at Agnes closely, with indescribable complex meanings.
"These are all taken for granted, right?" Agnes calmly looked at the face reflected in the lampshade and whispered.
"Is this what you want to ask?" Huizhen was silent for a moment, looking a little bit dumbfounded.
Agnes didn't speak, she just turned the diary under her hand to a new page.
"You can do whatever you want." Huizhen stared at Agnes's eyes and said quite seriously.
"That's really a good thing." Agnes raised her head and looked at the eyes on the lampshade, "It seems that I am special enough."
"Of course you are special enough." The face on the lampshade looked like he was sighing, "You are the only real one, only you have your own desires."
"What are you talking about?" Agnes frowned and glanced at the face on the lampshade with a strange look, "I'm talking about how to use the existence of 'His' to deceive the Yu Sin Cult."
Huizhen glanced at Agnes, and her face disappeared from the glass lampshade.
...
"The 'Apprentice' bar..." Agnes tugged on her cloak and looked at the people wearing long cloaks coming in and out of the bar. "I thought we were dressed like this. It’s going to look a little weird here.”
"This is the specialty of this bar." Lunn lowered his voice and answered in a tone that sounded like a threat.
Agnes shrugged her shoulders and made her voice sound like an aria from last night's opera rehearsal, "Why is my heart so excited? Oh, tonight's party has given me too much expectations. "
