"Dear Miss Boethia,"
"I am glad to receive your letter, and I am glad and expect that you will be able to handle matters concerning them with caution in the future regarding those not-so-pleasant fellows you mentioned in your letter. You must always pay attention to your own status when it comes to matters related to them.”
"As for the contact between us, if it is convenient for you, please allow me to contact you through this Miss Nightingale. She is a very good messenger."
"As for our meeting, that's a choice only you can make."
"Cain Chester."
Judging from his wording, he was willing to believe his identity. Agnes casually opened the shade of the kerosene lamp, folded the letter and placed it above the flame. She watched the flames gradually climb up the letter and burn out. Black and yellow scorch marks.
Judging from Mr. Chester's first paragraph alone, Mr. Chester is more serious about dealing with the indulgences, but he is not powerless. He will remind me not to be influenced by the indulgences, rather than letting me directly Leaving here, the temperance faction's situation in the Rhoad Islands should not be considered desperate at the moment.
Taking into account the mental state of the temperance sects, Agnes couldn't help but raise her eyebrows. It seemed that she needed to go to inquire about the recent murders in the Rhoside Islands tomorrow. During this period, there should be many people who were related to the sensuality sect. Relatedly, the situation of Mr. Chester and others may be more fully inferred from the circumstances of those murders.
Agnes let go of her hand, letting the remaining letter paper be completely engulfed by the flames, and some embers touched the lampshades on both sides and turned into powder.
As for those guys from Maiviti, Agnes couldn't help but sigh. To be honest, it was difficult to objectively analyze the overall situation of the incident just from those guys.
To be honest, for these guys who often alternate between indulgent fanaticism and cold bloodthirsty, it is difficult to find the standard of satisfaction for what they do. After all, setting standards is a matter of "temperance". , these guys will be dissatisfied as long as they don't take things to extremes.
"As for the meeting..." Agnes leaned back in her chair and pinched her eyebrows.
"Madam, do you want to see Mr. Chester?" Agnes heard the little Nightingale ask.
Agnes raised her arm and looked at the figure who stopped holding her fingers in her claws.
"I have this idea. After all, I am already in Bayam now," Agnes nodded. "No matter what, I have to participate in the things between the temperance faction and the indulgence faction."
"I have a way to bring Mr. Chester here." Nightingale said as she nuzzled Agnes' fingers with her beak.
"The important thing is not whether I can see him," Agnes smiled and stroked the feathers on Little Nightingale's back, "but if I see him, it means that I am ready to participate in the battle between the two factions of the Rose School. ”
"Of course, I actually have only one choice." Agnes gently nodded Little Nightingale's head, "After all, Mr. Chester is my teacher's teacher. If I want to obtain the formula of 'living corpse', he is the best one." s Choice......"
"And to be honest, those guys from the licentious faction are really not very pleasant," Agnes lowered her eyes slightly, "The things they do... are so rancid that people want to destroy them."
"To be honest, I had this idea when I saw the files of those low-sequence believers when I was in Feneport City."
...
"This Ms. Boethia took a boat directly to Bayam after killing almost an entire pirate group four days ago. Only one person from that pirate group survived, and according to our investigation," The man described the matter in a gentle voice that was actually full of blood, and even seemed a little weird, "This man survived only because the Boethian lady did not hunt him down."
"This is Ms. Ella Boethia..." The boy with brown hair and black eyes listened to the man's story with a strange expression. He changed the cane in his right hand to his left hand, and then used his right hand to straighten the black hair on his head. Top hat, "Does the Lord like this style of believers?"
The man with a gentle voice couldn't help but frown when he heard the young man's words. He sighed and said, "Dreiser, He has never agreed to us calling Him Lord, and we should not judge His choice of believers."
"But Lord..." Dreiser closed his mouth in the man's sight, sighed and said, "Okay, teacher."
He raised his head and looked at Arman, "Should we meet this gentleman who survived Ms. Boethia first to learn more about this strange lady?"
"Dreiser," Jarman said in a calm voice, and he retracted his gentle tone, "you should understand that no one can fully understand other people, and let your inner heart have presuppositions about others in advance. Impressions tend to bias one’s understanding of others.”
"Especially for someone like Ms. Boethia, who is likely to be guided by the oracle from a great being," Arman said somewhat seriously, "some of the actions she made that are difficult for ordinary people to understand are probably in compliance with His will. "
"So," Dreiser looked at Arman and asked, "when you told me this, you emphasized that she killed almost the entire pirate group?"
Arman looked at Dreiser with his gray eyes and said slowly: "I am reminding you that this Ms. Boethia is not a gentle person."
"And this most likely represents some of His attitudes," Arman said after a moment of silence, "There may be something about those pirates that angered Him."
"You need to be more careful when touching her," Armen said almost seriously, "We must not anger Him again."
"I understand, teacher," Dreiser nodded seriously, "I will make all decisions carefully."
Arman nodded and softened his expression, "Ms. Boethia went to Bayam, and Bayam has had some things happen recently and has some connections with the Rose School of Thought."
"You mean," Dreiser said thoughtfully, "that this is most likely His will? What He wants Ms. Boethia to do is most likely related to the Rose School?"
Arman lowered his eyes slightly and muttered a few words silently, as if he was repenting. Then he raised his head and said seriously to Dreiser: "Dreiser, you should be more humble."
He looked at Dreiser seriously for a long time, and Dreiser also waited for his next words with some anxiety.
Arman finally looked away and sighed helplessly, "Who am I to say anything to you? I've obviously been trying to figure out His will."
