"December 1,"
"Damier Port on the colonial island of Loen is quite different from the places I have passed before. Probably because it is already on the Sunian Sea. There will be some pirates coming ashore here, and they will have no idea of their whereabouts. The cover-up is not taken seriously, perhaps because there are often people here who cooperate with the pirates and sell the stolen goods for the pirates, just like Bonar of Bodivea."
"Although I have been in Loen's ruling area for some time, I have yet to feel the pure Loen characteristics. Although part of the Disi Bay area is ruled by Loen, the differences between the two countries' control areas are not the same. It’s not too big. To be precise, Disi Bay has only one characteristic, and that is the characteristics of Disi, which is different from Feneport and Loen. And Damier Port has the characteristics of Sunia Sea. , those who hardly conceal their connection with pirates, and are even proud of them. Although those pirates have not yet reached the point of walking on the streets openly, you can often see some disguised perfunctorily. There are pirates, for example, guys who wear a wig and blacken their eyebrows and dare to come and drink, and there are even some who are not disguised.”
"Of course, maybe they don't need to think so much. After all, pirates mostly adhere to the attitude of 'living in the present', and there are not many people who can actually hunt pirates. After all, for many people, pirates are Revenge is not an easy solution.”
"For me, the pirates' revenge is still a troublesome thing, of course, only if those pirates gather intelligence in advance as rumored, surround the ships they are on, and then bombard them with artillery. For such revenge, although I There are also solutions, such as using His power, or turning to Nightingale, but these are not methods that can be adopted casually. As for other ways of revenge, I am not too worried."
"In order to avoid trouble, I still chose the members of the small pirate groups. Many of these guys are more hateful than the people of the big pirate groups - at least those big pirate groups still have the rules set by their leaders. Most of them hold the With the idea of making a profit and leaving, there are almost no taboos in doing things. The aura emanating from them almost makes me sick-the kind of banal evil is like the sediment of rotten mud. And they, unless they put themselves Sold for bounty, few were wealthy enough to wield cannon at will – a pirate ship capable of sailing through the winds and rains of the Sunian Sea would be enough to spend almost everything they had.”
The ink of the pen stayed here for a while before continuing to write. A faint sneer echoed in the writer's ears.
"And if the big pirates who protect them are willing to stand up for them, then using his or Nightingale's power will no longer be a loss."
Agnes couldn't help but raise her head and cast her eyes on the shade of the kerosene lamp.
"You hope to use 'His' power?" Huizhen said in a teasing tone, "Oh, I thought that unless something like Bodivia happens again, you will never have the idea of using those powers again. Woolen cloth."
"After all, 'madness' will accumulate." Agnes said, scratching the paper with the tip of her pen.
"After all, you are still just a 'werewolf'." Huizhen said with a slight smile.
"If the power you use is not beyond what you can bear now," Huizhen whispered in an almost bewitching tone, "then at most you will only have some dark thoughts, and these dark thoughts Thoughts will soon disappear in a moment.”
Agnes replaced the cap of the pen and closed the notebook.
"So what about the 'Walking Corpse Syndrome' I acquired in Bodivia?" Agnes stared at the shadow in the lampshade and asked, "When will it pass away with time?"
The person on the lampshade was silent for a while before saying: "When you understand something."
"It seems you chose it," said Agnes, "because of what? Because it makes me unrecognizable to myself?"
The man in the lampshade said nothing.
"You and I seem to be different." Agnes said suddenly.
"Of course you are different from me," Huizhen said. "The memory you have is only a small part..."
Agnes rubbed her hair irritably, "You know I'm talking about the image of my spirit body when it appears in the spirit world."
Huizhen's face reflected on the lampshade looked a little strange, and her dark brown eyes looked up and down at Agnes.
"I feel that there is some fear in your heart," Huizhen said with a smile on her face, "What are you afraid of?"
Agnes calmly looked at Huizhen's face on the lampshade for a while, then said: "Maybe it's just about existence itself."
"You don't know your own existence." Huizhen said with certainty.
"No, it's not unknown, but half-understood." Agnes whispered.
Huizhen looked at Agnes with the corner of her mouth raised.
Agnes looked at the person in the lampshade, then pulled off a piece of paper and wrote eight characters.
"destructive"
"Convert right into wrong"
Agnes looked at the characters that seemed to flow stickyly on the paper and twitched the corners of her mouth.
"Look," Agnes looked at the person on the lampshade, "it's different."
...
"How's Dreiser doing lately?" The man's deep voice echoed in the room.
"His recent prayers to Him have not been answered, Mr. Yannings." The gentle-sounding voice replied.
"He is the only one in the Order who has received His response since that incident..." Yannings seemed to sigh, "Arman, I hope your students will not let Him down."
"I believe Dreiser." Arman still said in a gentle tone, "Have you obtained any results from your investigation of Bodivia's affairs?"
Yannings nodded, and he took out a neatly kept cowhide file bag from his handbag, "I think the Order needs to get in touch with this Ms. Boethia." He looked at Yael Mann said.
Arman carefully untied the strap around the button and took out the contents.
"Ella Boethia," Arman glanced at the things above and then looked at Yannings, "and Agnes Pagani?"
"I have some doubts about the relationship between these two people," Yannings said vaguely, "I think it will take some time for me to investigate."
"You know we shouldn't disturb the Pagani family," Armen said with a sigh, "This is His request."
"So I think we should contact this Ms. Boethia." Yannings said with his eyes fixed on Arman.
"Okay, I will find the right candidate." Arman nodded.
A slight trembling feeling seemed to come from within their souls, and their heartbeats jumped like an anvil being beaten. Yannings and Arman subconsciously turned their gazes to the west.
"Is it Him?" Yannings murmured.
"It's Him." Arman said excitedly, "I'm going to gather the members of the cult now."
Yannings watched helplessly as Arman left the room at a speed that he would never walk at normally. He lowered his head and looked at the files that were thrust into his hands.
"Just acquaintance?" Yannings slowly turned over the paper, "Maybe more than that."
