"The capital of the Rhoside Islands, the 'City of Generosity' Bayam, the land of treasures flowing with milk and mead promised by the gods, an important fulcrum of the Loen Kingdom's colonial rule in the Central Sunian Sea, the spice trade and the brothel industry are An important economic pillar here." Agnes stood by the window and looked at the approaching land and whispered to Milo, "This place is rich in mineral deposits, the land is extremely fertile, brothels are everywhere, and extraordinary materials are related to the occult. Underground transactions are also quite frequent here..."
Agnes paused and suddenly laughed, "But there are a lot of powerful official Beyonders here. Most pirates don't dare to show up openly here. Unlike those small ports, the local officials Even extraordinary people dare not care about these pirates."
"There are no pirates in Bodivia who dare to show up openly." Little Milo said seriously.
"Of course," Agnes laughed, "after all, His Excellency the Beloved One of the diocese is there."
"Okay," Agnes retracted her hands from the window, turned around and took off her wide-brimmed hat from the coat rack, "Let's pack our luggage, it's time to get ready to disembark."
...
"I!
"I call in my name:
"The spirit that travels in the upper world, the one who never stops following the rhythm, is the messenger of Ella Boethia alone."
Some ripples spread in the room, and Agnes saw the candle swaying slightly, and the figure of the little nightingale condensed in Agnes' palm.
"Madam, you don't need to go to so much trouble to summon me." Little Nightingale said in a light voice, "You just need to call me in Hermetic language."
"I know," Agnes slowly stroked the feathers on Little Nightingale's back with her fingers, "but this is more ceremonial, and I have something I want your help with."
The little nightingale jumped twice happily, then jumped down from Agnes's palm and transformed into Sarah's appearance.
"Please speak." Agnes heard Nightingale say in a more cheerful voice.
Agnes reached out and touched Nightingale's cheek helplessly, "Why are you still using Sarah's face?"
The spiritual creature in front of her blinked her eyes innocently at Agnes's question, and her ears turned slightly red, "Because I don't know what kind of human appearance I should use?"
Agnes asked with some confusion: "I don't know?"
"The human images I simulated according to my own ideas always made it easy for people to detect abnormalities," Nightingale said carefully. "When I first appeared in front of Mr. Straiss, he first glanced at me. You’ll know I’m not human when you see me.”
"I'm a little curious," Agnes raised her eyebrows, "Will you let me take a look when you come back later?"
Nightingale nodded, waiting for Agnes' next words.
Agnes folded the letter paper on the table and put it into the envelope, carefully sealed the seal with wax, then took off the rose brooch that had been pinned to her shirt and handed it to Nightingale.
"Please give this letter and this brooch to Mr. Cain Chester, and then..." Agnes thought for a moment, "If it is convenient and willing for him, please bring back the reply letter. ."
Nightingale nodded, her figure gradually faded, some ripples spread, and then disappeared into the room.
Agnes retracted her gaze in the direction of Nightingale, turned to the desk in front of her again, stretched out her hand to pinch her eyebrows, and leaned back on the chair at the same time.
She closed her eyes slightly and pictured the leafless tree in her mind.
"Maveti." Agnes's consciousness spread over the black hair-like threads extending from her spirit body, and finally found the connection she had been in contact with.
She carefully controlled her spiritual investment and allowed her spirituality to spread along the connection.
A vision covered with a layer of gray gauze appeared in front of Agnes. A sturdy man in a sailor suit was walking in a red building with loud music and bright lights. He was holding a scantily clad woman in his arms. Walking in the corridor.
Agnes couldn't help but frown, observing the style of the building and various decorations. The woman in Maiviti's arms had bronze-colored skin and naturally curly black hair. She had obvious characteristics of the local race. Maiviti's arms seemed gentle and tame.
"Ah, this is a bit like the 'Red Theater'," Agnes suddenly realized where the other person was, and she couldn't help but take a breath, "Why is it that every time I look at this guy, he is about to be inappropriate for children? ! Is it because I watched it at the wrong time, or is this the tone of daily life of those guys who are indulgent?"
Since the last time she discovered Maiviti at the Anwar Castle of the Pagani family, Agnes has occasionally spied on him several times. Most of them ended up with the other party preparing to do something inappropriate for children. Agnes discovered that Maiviti was Mr. Viti's interests are quite broad.
"However, the 'Red Theater'," Agnes carefully looked at one of the most famous places in the Sonia Sea through her field of vision, "is still a little different from the rumors."
She arrived in Byam at noon today. After finding a hotel, she contacted Nightingale and prepared to find a way to contact Mr. Chester. Before she had time to visit the more famous places in Byam.
But the "Red Theater" probably wouldn't let people go in during the day, Agnes suddenly thought. She saw the darkening sky outside through the small window of the room where the two entered, and then withdrew her sight.
"There are mysterious and charming Balam girls, there are passionate Fenebaud girls, there are open and seductive Intis girls, there are tall and fit Fusac girls, there are conservative and quiet Ms. Luen, there are gentle and tame girls. "Locals," Agnes raised her eyebrows somewhat critically, "there are more locals."
"However, as for Mr. Maiviti's companion," Agnes thought of the crew members on Maiviti's ship, "Maviti definitely did not come to Byam alone."
Whether as a member of a pirate ship or an ordinary merchant ship, it is absolutely impossible for Maiviti to disembark at the port alone.
"Unless Maiviti is on vacation." Such a thought suddenly appeared in Agnes's mind, making her couldn't help but laugh.
She knew this was impossible. After all, the indulgence faction had a conspiracy against the temperance faction on Bayam's side. At this juncture, there was absolutely no such thing as a holiday.
"I always feel that the contradiction between the indulgence and temperance factions has been completely brought to the surface." Agnes couldn't help but sigh, controlled her thoughts of withdrawing her spiritual investment, and let herself stare at the two people in her field of vision. human movements.
