Kain Chester sat upright on the back of the chair, wearing a slightly classical formal suit. He was completely motionless, and the rise and fall of his chest caused by breathing could not be observed. There was a faint gray color on his bronze skin. The black hair is slightly curly and looks like a stone statue.
He suddenly turned his head straight to the corner of the room, looking like a puppet being manipulated to turn his head. His eyes were unmoved, even a little dull, but it could be clearly seen that he was motionless, or perhaps it could be said that he was staring at one direction with concentration, and in that direction vague ripples spread out from an unknown place. .
Those ripples slowly gathered together and turned into the shape of a little nightingale, holding a letter sealed with red paint and a rose brooch that he was once very familiar with in its fragile and immature paws.
There were some fluctuations in Kain Chester's eyes. His fingers on the armrest of the seat moved slightly, but he made no movement.
"Mr. Cain Chester," the little nightingale placed the letter and brooch on Cain Chester's lap, and then said in a cheerful and sweet voice, "Madam asked me to send this letter and this brooch to Cain Chester's lap." I will give you a brooch, and if it is convenient for you and you wish, please give me a reply to bring to her."
"Who is your lady?" Cain Chester asked in a somewhat erratic voice. He put down his hand and picked up the rose brooch, looking at the marks on it with complicated eyes.
"Well, I don't know whether I should tell you or not." Little Nightingale jumped onto the armrest of the vacant seat and said.
Mr. Cain Chester did not speak any more, put down the rose brooch, picked up the letter, opened the seal, and took out the letter paper from inside.
"Dear Mr. Cain Chester,"
"Please forgive me for my presumption in sending you a message directly through Nightingale. I was supposed to visit you with a rose brooch given to me by Signor Conti, my teacher of music and occultism.
"Out of observation of the current situation, I think I should contact you earlier, but I shouldn't come to see you rashly. After all, some not-so-pleasant guys are trying to monitor you.
"I think you should know who the less pleasant guys are, and it's definitely beyond my knowledge of these guys. I learned in early November this year that McVitie was investigating you. He was investigating you. What does Olavi Island do, I think you should know who Maiviti is.
"Based on my observations of Maiviti over the past month, I believe that Maiviti's pirate group is conducting an attack on you and the Temperance Party's contact point in the Rhoside Islands area, and the focus is to destroy your period. Time for a certain task, I think you should know what it is.
"I think you should be wary of these. After all, their actions are not small, and they have already had confrontations with you. According to the information I have received, they have not achieved their goals for the time being, and their plans are still continuing.
"In addition, some of their members are also infiltrating some powerful people in the Rhoside Islands. If you have investigated their behavior, you should have learned something about it. Certain activities in the name of social interaction are what they choose. Main ways, and these activities are mostly forbidden by the secular world.
"If you are willing to believe what I say, then I hope you can take some time to reply, and Nightingale will bring your reply to me.
"Students of your students,
"Ella Boethia."
Kain Chester put the letter back into the envelope, and then looked at Little Nightingale.
"Your lady must have already arrived at the Rhoside Islands before she wrote to me." He asked in a low voice, "She has plans to come over to see me."
Little Nightingale nodded hesitantly.
"Your lady is really a contradictory person who is both straightforward and reserved," Cain Chester tugged at the corners of his mouth, revealing a smile that looked a little twisted and scary because he had not moved his muscles for a long time, "and Little Edmundo looks a bit like him, but not so much like the traditional Feneport people."
Little Nightingale tilted her head and said nothing.
Kain Chester stood up and came to the desk with an almost floating movement. He picked up a pen and wrote a few words on the letter paper, folded it, and then handed it to Nightingale together with the rose brooch. you.
"Take this brooch back to her," Cain Chester rubbed the brooch and said, "Since little Edmundo gave this brooch to her, then this is hers."
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"That guy is your next guest?" the man asked, stroking the woman's hair gently.
"Who is Maiviti talking about?" After hearing the man finally say something substantive, Agnes cheered up and put her thumb on her head to let herself continue reading. Her intuition told her that this person was the focus.
"Don't worry, compared to him," the woman raised her upper body and kissed the corner of the man's lips, "your body is more fascinating."
The woman's hands wrapped around the man's body slowly brushed the man's back and gradually walked downwards.
The man reached out and grabbed the woman's hands, pulled them to the top of his head, moved his body at the same time, and said somewhat viciously: "Who would believe what a woman from the 'Red Theater' said in bed?"
"Well," the woman snorted, "I believe it now anyway."
Agnes frowned in distress. Judging from the conversation between the two people, the so-called "that guy" was the lady's next guest, and if she wanted to know who "that guy" was, she would need to See what happened after Maiviti left.
As for Maiviti, what was his purpose in asking such a question.
Does he have the idea of contacting with this "that guy", or does he have malicious intentions and want to do something?
"Then I hope you will believe the same thing later," the man said in the woman's ear while moving his body. "I hope that when I communicate with him, I can hear from him an evaluation that matches what you told me."
"!" Agnes covered her face helplessly, having some horrifying associations with what she heard, and couldn't help but feel that "the expensive world is really chaotic."
Her spirituality seemed to be touched a little. Agnes withdrew the spirituality she had invested in the connection and looked into the room.
A few ripples spread, and the figure of the little nightingale clutching the letter paper and rose brooch with her claws was outlined.
"Nightingale." Agnes patted her face and said.
"Madam, you seem to be blushing a little." Little Nightingale said in a strange tone.
Agnes took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and her face returned to a calm state.
"Okay, give me your reply." She said softly.
