Agnes reached out and pulled off a blank piece of paper, picked up the pen on the table with her right hand, and started drawing quickly.
The dark reef is in sharp contrast to the beach, which only outlines a blank shape. The mummy on the platform and the four people tied to the original rocks and twisted in pain give the picture an indescribable sense of weirdness.
"Please give this painting to Mr. Chester," Agnes said softly, "and please help Mr. Chester if he needs it."
"However, your safety is the top priority." Agnes thought for a while and added in a low voice.
"Okay." Nightingale's voice rang in Agnes's ears. Agnes felt a slight breeze blowing by, and the ripples in the air spread quietly. She reached out and took it from Agnes's hand. 's painting, "What about you?"
"Me?" Agnes smiled and whispered, "I'll find a way to report it."
...
Walk a few blocks further and you will reach the street where the Wave Church is located.
Agnes looked at the other palm-sized drawing in her hand, couldn't help but sigh softly, folded it and put it in her pocket.
To be honest, according to the style of the Storm Lord Church, it is not convenient to report certain things.
but......
Agnes stopped in her tracks, turned around and looked at the beggar huddled in a street corner praying to passers-by. She raised her eyebrows slightly and walked over.
The beggar's movements stiffened slightly, then returned to normal.
"You've been following me for two days," Agnes said with a slightly malicious smile on her lips. She glanced up and down at the slightly burly figure under the ragged clothes and said softly, "Your captain's order is just for surveillance. I?"
The person in front of her who had remained calm just now retreated almost instantly. Agnes sighed and casually reached out to hold the shoulder of the person who was trying to escape.
"Don't like it here?" Agnes said softly, "Then let's go somewhere else to talk."
Agnes looked at the alley not far away, which was almost completely in shadow under the cover of the buildings on both sides, and her malicious smile suddenly became a little brighter.
The body under her hands did not move at all, and Agnes turned her attention to the ragged man again.
"Don't want to go?" Agnes looked into the man's eyes calmly, "Maybe you should be wiser. At least I haven't directly chosen to exchange your body for the bounty."
"After all..." The malicious smile on Agnes's face gradually deepened, "You are not the only one sent by your captain. Where do you think they went?"
The man's face gradually turned ugly, and he opened his mouth but said nothing.
"Your bounty is the lowest," Agnes restrained her smile, sighed slightly, and said in a slightly disappointed voice, "But although your bounty is not high, I can still I’ll give you more than two hundred pounds in exchange.”
The man's body finally started to move. Agnes gently reached out and pressed the gray plaid wide-brimmed hat on her head, and followed slowly.
…
The intersection not far from Wave Church.
The ragged man stopped. Dark cracks emerged from the man's neck, torso, and limbs. A faint gray-black mist continued to escape from the cracks.
People passing by the intersection looked at the ragged man in horror and quickly left the man's surroundings. Within half a minute, there was a circle of several meters around him with the man as the center.
Under the horrified eyes of the people, the man's face gradually became painful and distorted, and gray-black mist gradually enveloped his whole body, making it almost impossible to see his face in the mist.
Several screams from different sources rang out on the street, and the gray-black mist quietly dissipated, leaving only a few ragged clothes and photos drawn in black ink protruding from the ragged pockets.
…
Agnes watched from a distance as several people wearing the clerical uniforms of the Lord of Storms Church ran to the pile of clothes on the ground, turned and left the street.
"The burden is a bit heavy." Agnes couldn't help but smile bitterly.
Although she only put a little of the gray-black mist on a person, and then let the other person be directly dissolved by those powers without controlling it.
She had previously forced the person sent by the Orgy Sect to monitor her to recite the honorary name, and then controlled him to a place not far from the street where the Church of the Waves was located, and killed him directly.
These actions were not enough to cause madness like last time, but the amount of spiritual energy consumed seriously increased, and the dark thoughts that kept emerging in her heart almost made it difficult for her to control herself in an instant.
To be honest, this feeling of spiritual exhaustion has not appeared in Agnes for a long time. After all, she has been avoiding falling into such a situation.
After all, the prisoner sequence is a sequence that can easily fall into madness or even out of control. The increased tendency to lose control caused by spiritual exhaustion may sometimes be the straw that breaks the camel's back, causing everything to collapse.
She rubbed her forehead, uncontrollable irritation and bloodthirsty desire rising in her heart, and an unbearable sense of emptiness seemed to envelope her whole body, as if her whole body was dissolving and disappearing.
The dark thoughts rising in her mind were almost uncontrollable, and many details that Agnes thought she had forgotten kept popping up in her mind.
Sometimes she thought about the "ring of thorns" that had never left her mother's hands, and sometimes she thought about the way Mr. Rossi looked at her mother with unintelligible meaning when he first saw her, and how her mother was accused of certain existences because she told the church There are other meanings in the father's eyes that are masked by loss after temptation.
The death of her mother was almost inevitable. After all, she was her mother. Agnes could hardly suppress the idea that the church and the royal family were probably involved in the assassination at Lehua Manor, or were involved in the assassination. It is even possible that my father did not participate but sat back and watched the assassination take place...
Agnes stretched out her hand and pinched herself to clear her head, which was flooded with dark thoughts.
The church and the royal family have been sitting on the Pagani family for more than a thousand years. There is no need to target the mother. Her situation is no different from that of the members of the Pagani family.
Agnes tried hard to control the thoughts in her mind, took a deep breath, suppressed the messy thoughts in her mind, and opened the door.
Her eyes looked at the somewhat transparent figure on the window, and she twitched the corner of her mouth with some difficulty.
"Mr. Chester," Agnes whispered, "what do you want from me?"
