"Art can always help people communicate with some unexpected existences," Agnes listened to the sound of the minuet coming from the orchestra pit and whispered to the people in front of her, "and for Mr. Streis Say, his talent was both a blessing and a misfortune.”
"Are you saying that the origin of this spiritual creature's appearance here needs to be traced back to Miss Sarah's father?" Wharton asked seriously.
Agnes turned to look into his eyes and nodded seriously.
Captain Wharton took a deep breath and pinched his eyebrows.
"Why would Mr. Straiss summon a dangerous spiritual creature?" He looked at Agnes again and asked.
"I don't know if he actively summoned him," Agnes shrugged, "but he did reach an agreement with this being from the spiritual world."
"What agreement did he make?" asked Captain Wharton.
"About his daughter," Agnes looked at the stage and put on the costume again, looking at Sarah in the audience in a daze, "he hopes that his daughter will not suffer the same misfortune as him because of her talent. ."
"He shouldn't trust such an extraordinary being casually," Captain Wharton said with a frown, "What price did he pay?"
Agnes shrugged, "I don't know about that."
Captain Wharton looked at Agnes for a moment before asking again:
"You spent some time with this spiritual creature... a few nights ago," Wharton stared at Agnes closely. "Do you know more about Him?"
"Well, I do know some, but I prefer to call her 'her' directly." Agnes couldn't help but smile, "For example, we should call her 'The Voice of Harmony'. For example, she is actually not only cute and charming , and easily shy..."
"Madam," Captain Wharton interrupted Agnes and looked at her seriously, "Do you still remember your identity?"
"With all due respect," Captain Wharton said, meeting Agnes's gaze, "you are not acting like a qualified nun right now."
Agnes sighed and calmed down the expression on her face.
"I know," Agnes said softly, "but now I am not playing a nun who strictly abides by the orders of the order, but a bounty hunter with the qualifications to be willful..."
Her eyes paused for a while on Sarah who was slowly walking towards the front of the stage, and then she turned to look at Captain Wharton, "I will know all the crimes I committed when playing 'Ella Boethia'. Confession to the Mother Goddess while...resuming nun status,"
"And now, I think the servants of the Mother Goddess do not need to take care of the soul of 'Ella Boethia' for the time being."
"I think we need to consider whether this 'Voice of Harmony' has the power to confuse people." Captain Wharton said somewhat seriously.
"You don't need to tell me this, I should just tell you what I know," Agnes raised her eyebrows and shrugged, "Then know what I should know."
"Since this is your responsibility," Agnes said casually, "then you need to consider what conclusions you draw and what measures you should take."
...
"Ms. Boethia," little Milo looked at Agnes who opened the box door and walked in with some concern, "you..."
Agnes smiled and ruffled little Milo's hair, interrupting what he was about to ask.
"We'll leave here tomorrow morning." She squatted slightly and said.
"Is this matter over?" Lunn asked with some confusion, "I thought I still needed to cooperate with the church's investigation."
"Your Excellency, the Beloved One of the Diocese, knows everything." Agnes stood up and looked at the people below who were throwing bouquets of flowers in their hands towards the stage. "And there is no need for the Heart of Nature team to intervene in this matter."
Her eyes met the slightly dazed heroine on the stage. Agnes nodded to her and smiled a little.
...
"Why help me?" Lord Bartley looked at the note in his hand and asked himself with some doubts.
There was no reply in his ears, but Lord Bartley laughed.
"But I do need help." He tucked the note into the notebook in his arms.
"Which one is more chaotic, the world or my beliefs?"
"Which is darker, night or my adversity?"
He looked at the poem on the title page of his notebook and smiled.
...
"Is there a place like the Segness Theater in Bodivia?" Little Milo asked, grabbing Agnes's hand.
"Yes." Agnes said softly.
Little Milo nodded and held Agnes's hand tightly.
"Except for what you pay attention to, there is actually no difference between others," Xiao Milo said in a low voice, "They are just ordinary."
"Most people in this world are ordinary people."
Little Milo nodded and said no more. He cast his eyes on the lampshade of the kerosene lamp beside Agnes' table and the old-looking music box next to the lampshade, and then withdrew his gaze.
"Goodnight, then, ma'am," he said, looking up.
"Good night, little Milo." Agnes followed his line of sight and saw the items on her desk, smiled, and whispered.
With the "squeaking" sound of the door shaft, little Milo closed the door and walked out.
"He found me." A very low sigh came from the music box, and the original tone could hardly be heard.
"It's normal," Agnes smiled, "Little Milo is already very sharp."
The outline of the music box became blurred, and finally disappeared from Agnes' table. Agnes' eyes seemed to turn into a splash of water, with slight ripples slowly spreading, and finally Sarah's face appeared on the table. Gyniss was outlined in front of her.
"You are so brave," Agnes raised her eyebrows and said, "Your matter is not completely over with the church yet."
"I'm just afraid that I won't be able to find you again." "Voice of Harmony" said, staring closely at Agnes.
Agnes raised her eyebrows and said nothing, just frowning and staring at the face in front of her.
"The Sound of Harmony" almost visibly reddened the ears.
"It won't be found," Agnes sighed and said, "It's time for you to return to the spirit world."
"Voice of Harmony" shook his head, "I still want to stay in this world."
Agnes stared at her with interest and asked in a puzzled tone: "Just stay in this world?"
"It's your freedom," Agnes said with a smile, "you don't need to ask me."
"The Sound of Harmony"'s ears turned redder and redder, and he continued with some stumble: "I...I still want to stay by your side."
