"I once tried to write these eight words on paper," Agnes gently touched the sticky and flowing handwriting on the paper. "When I was in Seville, I couldn't write it at all. They survive on paper."
"In your memory, what are these eight characters?" Huizhen on the lampshade looked at Agnes quietly and asked.
"I don't remember that much," Agnes said with some confusion. "In my impression, in my previous life, it always meant hostility and disaster."
"My impression is that these eight characters are related to the 'Soul Sender'," Agnes paused for a while before saying, "And I seemed to have thought that this was the reason why the 'Soul Sender' should not exist. "
"You think it's different now?" Huizhen asked with a hint of sarcasm.
"I now feel that it should speak of my own existence." Agnes said, staring intently at the face on the lampshade.
"Is there any contradiction between the two?" Huizhen said almost matter-of-factly.
Agnes was silent for a while before saying: "There is indeed no contradiction, I just can't figure it out."
"You don't need to figure it out," Huizhen said calmly, "You don't need to understand it for a long time."
"How long?" Agnes asked subconsciously.
"It depends on you." Huizhen said.
Agnes moved her eyes away from the lampshade, lowered her head, and touched the ring on the ring finger of her right hand.
"When can I completely remove the pollution from my mother's soul?" she asked in a low voice.
"You finally couldn't bear it anymore?" Huizhen laughed and said with a hint of teasing, "I thought you could bear it longer."
"Trevor once told me that 'I' recycled the contamination of all the 'beacons' in that room, and then I discovered that this ring indeed no longer had the properties of the 'Thorn Beacon'."
Agnes stared at Huizhen in silence for a while, then said in a low voice: "But the pollution on the mother's soul still remains."
"I think there is actually no need for you to bring your mother back to life for a long time." Huizhen said in an extremely calm tone, "It doesn't make sense. After all, she needs to start a new life." life.”
"How long is a long time?" Agnes asked after a long time.
"Maybe forty or fifty years?" Huizhen said with some uncertainty, "Maybe longer?"
"I understand." Agnes stared at Huizhen and said, then changed the subject, "What level do I need to reach to be able to bear the memory?"
"Any time is fine," Huizhen said expressionlessly, "Just to see if it makes sense."
"Then what is meaningful?" Agnes asked almost reluctantly.
Huizhen was silent for a while and suddenly asked: "Do you really want to see those memories?"
"But not all," Agnes said, staring closely at the face on the lampshade, "I just want to find the information I need from those memories that I can access now."
"You are very confident in those memories." Huizhen said sarcastically.
"I just think that my memory is the final answer to many things." Agnes said with a smile.
Huizhen's dark brown eyes stared at Agnes closely, and she didn't speak for a long time.
"Then you can gradually take on some memories in a meaningful way." Huizhen said suddenly.
"You have established a desire - to remember, a desire that is enough to resonate with power." Huizhen said, staring closely at Agnes.
"Strengthen it and change it so that it resonates in your soul," Huizhen said almost urgently, "then it will become your desire, and you will gain the power to realize your desire."
"Is this the essence of the Pagani family's application of 'beacon' and borrowed power?" Agnes suddenly asked calmly.
Huizhen was not surprised and just nodded calmly.
"Pain often contains people's deepest desires," Agnes almost murmured, "and joy is also related to the deepest desires in many cases."
"You actually understand very well that although I have the desire to retrieve those memories, they cannot yet become my desire." Agnes raised her head and stared at the face on the lampshade and said.
"Yes, I know," Huizhen said calmly, "I'm not referring to you. What you need to remember is not your own memory."
"Remember the desire, a desire that is valuable enough," Huizhen paused before saying, "Then use your desire to remember in exchange for your memory from me."
"I understand." Agnes nodded.
Huizhen looked at Agnes with complicated eyes, and warned aloud: "Unsatisfied desire will cause pain, and gaining your memory may also cause madness."
Agnes took a deep breath, nodded and said, "I understand."
"Then I wish you good luck." Huizhen took a deep look at Agnes, "As long as you are willing, that 'Whisper of the Abyss' can also help you."
Agnes slowly closed her eyes.
"What I once expected is no different from ordinary people, and what I long for in the future will be to continue to drink the fire in other people's hearts. The fire in my heart exists because of the fire in others' hearts, and I will pursue those who still exist in the hopelessness. expectations.”
The emerald nailed to her left ear shone faintly, and Agnes felt the tremor of her soul in a trance. She vaguely saw the extremely sticky gray-black ocean imprisoned in her body as if it was setting off huge waves. , The gray-black mist rolled and covered all the sky above, and there was almost no boundary between it and the ocean.
She realized almost instantly that she had established her first desire - to remember, and she had also gained the power to realize her desire - all those who have desire will be as bright as stars in her eyes and have something for her. Those who ask will give her their secrets, and whatever she writes down will never be forgotten.
Agnes couldn't help but twitch her lips.
"Never forget..."
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"Since you have made the decision to retaliate and have taken revenge," Agnes glanced at the people lying crookedly on the boat with some disappointment, and said in a deep voice, "Then you should also pay accordingly. cost."
"Your souls are full of rancidity," Agnes shook her head, squatted down, and knocked the pirate's head next to her with her hand that still looked like a wolf's claw. "Now, pray to me to let you live."
"Please..." the pirate under his command said almost immediately.
Countless images flashed through Agnes's eyes, and then she lowered her head and looked at the pirate with a slight sneer.
