"Is this what you want?" Agnes asked with a half-smile.
"Voice of Harmony" nodded and stared at Agnes closely.
Agnes studied her for a few seconds, then couldn't help but laugh.
"This is a request that is beneficial to me," Agnes stretched out her hand to the person in front of her and whispered, "and, who can refuse the lovely and charming you?"
"Voice of Harmony" subconsciously raised his hand and put it on Agnes's outstretched hand, and then as if he realized what he was doing, the tips of his ears turned a little red again.
"So, are you willing to be my messenger?" Agnes thought for a while, then held her head and looked at the "Voice of Harmony" and said.
"Voice of Harmony" nodded quickly.
"Then I have to design a sentence to call you." Agnes let go of her hand, turned around, picked up the pen, pulled over a piece of paper, and whispered to the "Voice of Harmony".
"I'll write it to you." "Voice of Harmony" whispered. She reached out and took the pen and paper in Agnes' hand, and three smooth lines of ancient Hermes appeared on the paper.
"The spirit that travels in the upper world, the one who never stops following the rhythm, belongs exclusively to..."
"Voice of Harmony" stopped writing, raised his head, and looked at Agnes.
"Ella Boethia." Agnes whispered.
"...The messenger who belongs exclusively to Ella Boethia." "Voice of Harmony" put down the pen and raised his head to look at Agnes.
"What do you like?" Agnes asked suddenly.
"The Sound of Harmony" was stunned for a moment, and said hesitantly: "What I like...I like music."
...
"Bernie Sturt, an ordinary gang leader," a deep voice echoed in the room, "What is so special about him that he can be favored by Him, get His response, and sacrifice himself for Him... ..."
A woman's sneer sounded next to him, with barely concealed sarcasm, "Are you still surprised by this? I thought you should have expected it a long time ago."
The woman has a dark complexion and a pair of eyes that are so blue that they are almost purple. She looks like the blue mountain flowers that cover the mountains in spring and summer, but there is a faint cold aura about her body.
"Ai Li," the middle-aged man with gray eyes, gray hair, and gold-rimmed eyes looked at the woman helplessly, "I'm not surprised, I'm just thinking..."
"Don't call me 'Ellie'!" The woman sneered and said, "I'm not that familiar with you."
The man sighed, "Ellie, but you still helped us investigate the Bodivia matter."
"I have turned my back on you a long time ago," the woman said coldly, "I have also given up on your meaningless teachings a long time ago."
"I'm only helping you this time because you asked for my help, Yannings." She slapped a few pieces of paper in her hand on the table. "If it was in the name of the cult, I would never interfere."
Yannings sighed and picked up a few pieces of paper on the table.
"Sister Pagani?" The man glanced a few times and couldn't help but raise his head and asked.
"Yes, people from the Pagani family," the woman sneered, "a family that is favored by Him."
"So it was she who used his power to solve Bodivia's problem?" The man couldn't help but frown, "And it was also because of her that he responded to Bernie Ste."
"It's obvious, isn't it?" The woman sneered and said, "You self-righteously follow those meaningless teachings, but in no case can you compare to the importance He places on the Pagani family..."
"Ellie..." Yannings looked at the woman seriously.
The woman snorted coldly and said no more.
"If it is really her, this Sister Pagani is probably a very special one among all the members of the Pagani family,"
Yannings read the words on the paper carefully, suddenly raised his head and said, "Although He is always willing to lend power to members of the Pagani family, as far as I know, it is only a member of the Pagani family. There was no case of lending to anyone related to a member.”
The woman just listened, curled her lips, and said nothing.
"There is also this bounty hunter, Ella Boethia," Yannings said with a frown, "Len Rambo is following her now, and the dissolution of the Brotherhood is also related to her, and Bernie... Sturt disappeared after the Sturt Brotherhood disbanded and did not appear until the incident at Bodivia."
"Perhaps something happened during the time he disappeared..." Yannings paused for a while before saying: "This Ms. Boethia may also be related to the Pagani family...or some people from the Rose School. ."
"As far as I know, Bernie was not a believer in Him before," Yannings said. "He probably didn't give himself up for Him completely voluntarily."
"I thought it was related to the cult," the woman sneered and said, "How similar."
"We will only give ourselves, not others." Yannings raised his head and looked at the woman and said.
"It is your teachings that teach you to give yourself," the woman sneered, "you are 'others' too."
The woman stopped speaking, and there was a sudden silence between the two.
"How many more times can you survive resonance?" the woman asked.
...
"Welcome to Ellesmere Port," Lord Bartley said to the young man in his twenties with brown hair and blue eyes across from him, "Prosecutor Pagani."
"I hope you would tell me the details about your assassination case earlier," the young prosecutor carefully scanned the surrounding crowd, "I am here for the trial."
"What about the 'District Attorney' set-up at Ellesmere Port..." Lord Bartley asked.
"I will serve as Ellesmere's first 'District Attorney' for a year, after I have dealt with your assassination case," the young prosecutor set his sights on Lord Bartley, "specializing in dealing with 'Serious case' litigation."
"Thank you," Lord Bartley said with a smile, "and I hope we will have a happy cooperation in the future."
"I hope we can cooperate happily." The young prosecutor said with an almost perfect smile. "Some members of the House are very interested in the procedural reform plan you proposed and also hope to set up a place in Ellesmere Port. Prosecutors' can have good results."
"That's what I'm looking forward to too." Lord Bartley calmed down his expression, nodded and said, "For a better future for Ellesmere Port."
"For a better future for Fenebaud." The young prosecutor nodded, took the cane from the waiter next to him with one hand, put on his cloak and said.
"Remember to send my guitar to my residence," the young prosecutor told the waiter, "be careful when sending it there."
"Come on, show me your Ellesmere Port," said the young prosecutor, "Bartley Consul."
