Along this direction, Agnes is leaving the earliest scope of the "City of Generosity". The roads gradually become narrow and dirty. Most of the buildings are supported by wooden piles and the ground floor is empty, which is completely different from the style of Bayam City.
They were alert and quiet, and Agnes looked at the silent house. The silence here formed a great contrast with the bustle and bustle of the city.
With her keen senses, she sensed vigilant eyes in some houses scanning the deserted streets, as if they were wary of intruders. Their eyes paused for a moment as they glanced at the man walking into the street in front of them. Yes, and moved towards the street entrance.
Fortunately, she had turned on her stealth in advance. Agnes reached out and pressed her hat, which was not very stable in the slightly strong wind. Moreover, she had to monitor the streets at this time. It seemed that there were really many rebels gathered here. .
"Madam, there is a Sequence 7 person in the fourth house on your left," Nightingale's voice sounded in Agnes's ears, with a vague reminder, "He seems to be waiting. The gentleman in front."
Agnes stopped and did not move forward. She looked around and finally hid in the narrow gap between the two houses on her right.
"Sequence 7," Agnes raised her eyebrows, her voice barely audible, "it is already an important force for the resistance. It seems that the gentleman I am following is not a low-level figure in the resistance. ."
"Can you tell which path he took?" she asked in a low voice.
Nightingale replied almost without hesitation: "Judging from his features, he should be a 'nightmare'."
"'Nightmare'." Agnes couldn't help but clicked her tongue. She watched the man knock on the door in a certain rhythm, then pushed open the door of the house and walked in.
"I want to hear the exchange between them." Agnes whispered.
"I will help you cover it up and prevent them from finding out." Nightingale said seriously.
...
The man took off the revolver from his waist and put it on the cabinet. Then he picked up the wooden wine glass on one side and turned on the faucet at the bottom of the wine barrel on the other side. The slightly turbid wine inside quickly flowed into the cup.
"Kalat." A low and old voice sounded from behind him. Kalat's movements paused, and the hand holding the wooden wine glass shook slightly. The nearly overflowing wine spilled a little on the ground, and then he seemed to have nothing. Without being affected, he reached out and tightened the faucet again, stopping the flow of wine.
"Good evening, Lord Priest, you shouldn't come here. It's too dangerous for you." Karat said in a calm tone.
"I'm here to remind you," the priest said in his old voice, "because what you have done recently is likely to bring more threats to our next situation."
"I don't quite understand what you're talking about." Karat put the wooden wine glass in his hand on the table, then raised his head and said.
"No, you actually understand what I mean very well," the priest said in a tone as if he hated iron. "The Rose School is not a good partner. They are not only the Church of the Lord of Storms, the Church of the Night Goddess, and the Church of Steam. The enemy of the three major churches of Loen, the Church of the God of Machinery, is also the enemy of the Church of the Eternal Burning Sun, the Church of the God of War, the Church of the Mother Goddess of the Earth, and the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom..."
"We just accept their funding," Karat said in a sarcastic tone, "Does the servant of God already want to change his beliefs?"
"You!" The priest's wooden staff struck the floor heavily and he took an angry step forward.
"I'm sorry," Karat said in a low voice as if he regretted what he just said, "I know their support is actually very important."
The priest took a deep breath, then sighed and said, "As long as you understand."
"I just don't understand, can we only rely on them?" Karat said in a low voice, "I really can't see the difference between those guys and the Loen people? They are just as greedy, just as cruel, just as... …”
Karat paused before continuing.
"They are funding us now just because Roen is powerful enough here, and they want to cause some trouble for Roen," Karat said in a low voice, "If they were also in Roen's position, they would do it Things will not be any different from those of Loen people."
"Sometimes I close my eyes. When I swept that stronghold, the people who killed my father and uncle suddenly became the Feneborters and Feysacs, and then the Intis people took them from their hands with a smile on their faces. Bought Budi and mother..."
"Karat." The priest looked at the young man with worried eyes and called in a sighing voice.
"I'm sorry, Lord Priest." Karat picked up the wooden wine glass and took a deep sip before saying, "I can't trust them. I can't understand what my father was thinking when he accepted their funding."
"You don't need to trust them," the priest said in a low voice, "They are not partners."
"They use us to fight against Loen, and we also use them to fight for everything we want." The priest said with a slight sigh.
"I understand," Karat said, "I am also prepared to treat the Rose School in this way."
"It's different," the priest whispered, "You also need to consider the gains and losses when choosing a partner. Just like when you hunt, you not only need to consider whether the weapon you choose can easily subdue the prey, but also whether the weapon is too heavy. So much so that it will break the branches under its feet.”
"I've thought about it," Karat said, holding the handle of the wooden wine glass tightly.
The priest stared at Karat quietly for a while before speaking out: "Then it's because you don't know enough about their attitude on some things. I think maybe you are not fully ready to take responsibility."
"I..." Karat opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.
"Recently there was an opportunity to go to the Fusac Empire to receive education. I thought you might be able to go and take a look," the priest whispered. Seeing Karat's hesitation, he smiled and said, "Edmonton and I are here. , I will wait for you to come back before being promoted to serve God.”
…
Agnes left the window silently and walked quickly out of the street.
"This old priest is a very wise man," Agnes said casually, "He will handle the follow-up matters well."
"So?" Nightingale asked hesitantly.
"So I can go to bed." Agnes couldn't help but say a little briskly in her tone, "But I still need to tell Mr. Chester about this later."
"Ah, by the way," Agnes seemed to remember something and asked aloud: "Do you know the name of the lady in the room before you found Kalat?"
