"Ms. Boethia," little Milo boarded the ship's side, glanced at the bright red marks on the deck, and asked Agnes: "When will we leave?"
"We'll leave when Lunn comes back." Agnes said casually without taking her eyes away from her hands, "Let's see how many of those five guys can come back."
"Madam," little Milo's eyes followed Agnes's gaze and moved to Agnes's palm. There was nothing there in his field of vision, but there was a burning feeling that seemed to be about to disappear. "In your hands..."
"My trophy?" Agnes shrugged and said, "Compared to my original purpose, his value is not enough, but if used in some other aspects, it is useful enough."
In Agnes' field of vision, the blood-stained flower in her hand was slowly shrinking back under her own power, like a plant growing in reverse, gradually transforming towards its original appearance, and in her mind , information about it also surfaced.
"A common desperate desire,"
"The owner of this desire died at the hands of a miserable dark creature. Someone knows very well how much desire this person burst out in a desperate situation, although this only made the hunter even more surprised."
"If you don't consume it, it will always remain with you as unsatisfied seeds; if you try to use it, you may be able to gain some unexpected effects, but there is no doubt that it will not be enough." Exist again.”
"Try to plant it in other people's hearts, and it will draw nutrients from other people's hearts and grow. Maybe it will become more mediocre, or maybe it will exert extraordinary power; or it can be used to change something. Of course, the effects of items that are influenced by past living beings may not be as expected.”
Agnes couldn't help but think of Nightingale's mention of "you have planted many seeds." Those so-called "seeds" may be different desires.
She couldn't help but think about the things that Trevor had mentioned about trying to escape from their own destiny but inexplicably failing, losing the desire to commit suicide, wanting to be alone for the rest of their lives but inexplicably falling in love with others. Agnes couldn't help but speculate on the truth behind these things. Is it achieved by collecting desires, or by planting desires.
She couldn't fully understand this for the time being. Agnes reached out and put the desire that had completely transformed into a seed into her pocket. This was the first desire that she remembered. She had just asked Huizhen about it. This level of desire was not enough to exchange for her memories, so Agnes was ready to leave it behind to see if there was anything more useful.
Moreover, there are some questions, such as what level of desire will allow her to collect the desire, and whether she will cause damage to the other party after collecting the desire? After all, Lawrence finally lost control and was killed by her. She couldn't rule out whether Lawrence's loss of control was due to her taking away the other person's desire.
And these are all things she needs to explore further later.
She took out a closed iron cigarette box from her pocket and handed it to Little Milo. This was what she had just found from the arms of the pirate she killed, and contained the extraordinary characteristics extracted from Captain Lawrence.
"You help me put it away first," Agnes said. "We can sell it when we meet a gathering of extraordinary people. It should not be difficult to sell because it is less affected by the death of the original owner. go."
Xiao Milo nodded vigorously and put the iron cigarette box into the suitcase in his hand.
...
"Only one of the five came back?" Agnes glanced at the person standing in front of her tremblingly, and couldn't help but laugh, "Okay, Lunn."
Agnes called in a low voice.
Lunn's figure came out of the shadows, and Agnes clearly saw the person in front of her and instantly became frightened.
"Those four guys," Agnes seemed to recall, "one escaped directly, and one wanted to use the bounty obtained from the heads of those corpses to hire someone to kill me, but Lunn took care of it, and one......"
Agnes looked at the person in front of her with a half-smile, "You killed me."
"You are really a cruel person, Mr. Butz." Agnes asked with some confusion, "Why did you kill your companion? He has survived from me, why can't he survive from you? ?”
"Because he was disrespectful to you, he... uh..." Buzz yelled in horror at the fastest speed he could speak, but half of his words were choked in his chest and turned into little bits. Breath sounds.
"No, it's just because you think you can win my trust more by killing him. I originally thought you were not hopeless." Agnes said with a slight sneer. Butz's eyes instantly turned to despair, and then his neck It bent to one side.
"Only one person is left alive." Agnes couldn't help but sigh, staring at Buz's dilated pupils in front of her, "However, the total bounty is more than two thousand, close to three thousand pounds. "
"Please dispose of his body, Lunn," Agnes withdrew her hand and said to Lunn in a daze.
Lunn nodded, stepped forward, picked up the body, and jumped off the side of the ship.
"Little Milo," Agnes called in a low voice.
"What's the matter, madam?" Little Milo stepped forward and asked.
"It's so disgusting. I can't control myself." Agnes lowered her head and whispered, "Tell me, is this my own desire to do this, or is it because of my 'mania of destruction' that hasn't gone away?"
"I can't give you any advice, ma'am," said little Milo with a sigh.
Agnes couldn't help but twitch her lips, "Okay, let's clean it up. At least we don't let ours smell too much of blood, and we shouldn't scare other people on the boat."
"I originally thought that if enough people could be left behind, it wouldn't be impossible to let these guys sail directly to send us away."
"Ma'am, you know this is impossible."
"Okay, I know."
...
"Byam," Agnes glanced at the ferry ticket in her hand and looked at the shop window on one side, "Why can't I go to Bansi Port?"
"There is nothing you can't go to," Huizhen's face was faintly visible on the dial of the pocket watch, and her voice rang in Agnes's ears, "As long as you are prepared for the heavy fog."
"Heavy fog?" Agnes couldn't help but ask.
"Uh-huh," Huizhen's voice sounded a little lazy, "This is an inexplicable loss in the history of Loen's colonization. You have read about it in books."
"Three hundred years ago, Roen lost more than 500 people in the heavy fog here for the first time," Agnes said in a descriptive tone, "The existence of Bansi Port..."
Huizhen interrupted Agnes and answered in an uncertain tone: "Say hello? Or respond?"
Agnes nodded and withdrew her gaze, "I understand."
"Sailed for three and a half days at a speed of 13 knots, and then," Agnes pressed the wide-brimmed hat on her head, "'City of Generosity' Bayam,"
Agnes was silent for a while, "Maybe we can find Mr. Chester's whereabouts there."
"McVity and his gang's conspiracy against Mr. Chester seems to be about to begin."
