"You first presuppose that 'Ella Boethia' is me, and then find evidence that it cannot be someone else, instead of first finding evidence to rule out the possibility that 'Ella Boethia' is not me." An Genis couldn't help but said.
"Do you think so? You should allow me to think differently," Kain Chester said with a smile on his lips. "You know very well that it is very normal for our thinking to be different from ordinary people."
"After all, we were once 'crazy'." Agnes said calmly.
Kain Chester nodded, "I was worried about your mental state when I saw what Ella Boesia did in Port Damir, but now it seems that you are worried about yourself. His mental state has been adjusted well."
Mr. Chester has received information about what happened in Port Damier. Agnes couldn't help but think about whether the Temperance Sect had a contact point in Port Damier. After all, it had only been four days. With the current speed of news transmission in the mysterious world, Although it's not very fast, it can't be said to be slow either.
After all, in her mind, high technology like radio has already appeared, but it has not yet solved the problem of drastic weather changes in the Misty Sea and Sunia Sea, and there are many factors that affect electromagnetic propagation, so its application is greatly restricted.
Of course, it wouldn't be a problem if there was a "messenger", Agnes couldn't help but think, she nodded, looked at Cain Chester, and said:
"I probably did have some 'destruction mania' going on at the time."
"'Destruction Frenzy'?" Mr. Chester asked with a frown.
Agnes nodded slightly and said softly: "Mr. Chester, you should know that I am from the Pagani family."
Mr. Chester was silent for a moment and nodded.
"Is this your price?" he said in an erratic voice.
"After all, if you want to gain something, you always have to pay something," Agnes nodded calmly and said, "But this is just the word I use to replace the curse of 'werewolf'. My price is 'Walking Corpse Syndrome' ."
"I thought Pagani from Feneport City would not use that cursed power." Chester asked with a frown.
"But fate will not change," Agnes said with a smile and shook her head. "The curse will not disappear just because you don't use that power."
"What's more," Agnes paused, "Except for people who don't know anything about extraordinary, none of us know that becoming an extraordinary means being accompanied by madness and danger from now on."
Mr. Chester said nothing, but nodded.
"Then your 'beacon' must not be known to others..." Chester was silent for a while, then suddenly remembered something and spoke out.
"I don't have a 'beacon'." Agnes shook her head, interrupting Chester.
Chester looked at Agnes with complicated eyes, and nodded after a long time, "I understand."
"Have you finished digesting your 'Werewolf' potion?" Chester suddenly asked, "Have you obtained the formula for 'Living Corpse'?"
He suddenly slapped his head, looked at Agnes and said with some annoyance: "Don't you know the 'acting method' yet?"
Agnes suddenly felt that Mr. Chester's temperament seemed to have changed in an instant, and the illusion in her body suddenly became much lighter.
Agnes shook her head and said directly: "'Werewolf'... I have probably digested half of it."
After almost the entire pirate group's bounty came into his hands, her digestion progress in the "werewolf" characteristics soared, making Agnes couldn't help but have a feeling of "Quality is not enough, quantity is not enough" "Together" feeling.
"Then you can prepare for your next promotion," Chester nodded. "Did your previous formula come from the Pagani family or from the Church of the Mother Earth?"
"The original 'Prisoner' was prepared by Mr. Conti, and then..." Agnes smiled, "No formula was used."
She said in a calm tone.
"No formula?" Mr. Chester couldn't help but raise his voice, with a hint of surprise on his calm face.
“This is His gift,” Agnes said calmly, “Although the characteristics come from a corrupted member of the Pagani family.
Mr. Chester nodded, calmed down the expression on his face, regained his composure, and stopped talking about this matter.
"Then you probably want to get the recipe for the next 'living corpse' from me."
Agnes nodded without hesitation, "This is indeed one of the reasons why I came to you."
Mr. Chester thought for a moment and then said: "Although logically speaking, I shouldn't reveal the formula to you. After all, you have categorically said before that you are not ready to join us."
He smiled slightly and blinked his eyes, "But... I can't stop you if you obtain the formula through some other means, such as some unpleasant guy carrying the formula with him and then falling into your hands. in the hands."
Agnes listened to Mr. Chester's words and couldn't help but imitate him and blink her eyes.
She understood what Mr. Chester meant. "Unpleasant fellows" was what she called the licentious people in her letter, and what Mr. Chester meant was that if she could catch or kill a licentious person, As a person, Mr. Chester is willing to give her the formula for "living corpse".
Of course, it should be possible for this "unpleasant guy" to obtain and carry a magic potion formula. The only person who would carry a magic potion with him is one who needs the formula and has just obtained it without having time to fully remember it - —This person should be in need of promotion, but it doesn't matter whether he actually obtained the potion formula.
"I understand," Agnes nodded, "I will bring someone unpleasant to you."
...
"'Tyatiwa', the translation is 'meat in the fruit'," Lunn pushed the solid 'Tyana' shell in front of Agnes, and the strange aroma filled the air. The tip of Nice's nose.
Agnes cast her eyes on the white hair exposed under Lunn's sleeves, then raised her head and looked at her "waiter" carefully.
The face is not exposed yet, and the hands cannot be seen yet, but the trend of "werewolf" transformation on the arms has been completely unable to be suppressed...
It seems that the shelf life is only a few days away. Agnes lowered her head, picked up the tableware and fed her mouth a mouthful of minced meat mixed with sweet fruits. The taste of sea salt and spices spread out.
It's a pity that Lunn, the "waiter" is quite useful, Agnes couldn't help but think, after all, Lunn took on most of the trivial matters and intelligence-related work, and he did a pretty good job.
"Can you hold on for a little longer?" Agnes suddenly raised her head and asked, "Maybe you can follow me in another form then."
