The streets of Bayam are still lively and look no different from before. The sky was also clear, with only a few white clouds, completely different from the dark clouds that almost blocked the entire sky in the direction Agnes came from.
She looked at the situation of the people around her vaguely, and couldn't help but feel a little doubt in her heart.
According to her previous speculation, Mr. Chester most likely discovered something and believed that the Indulgence sect would cause trouble in Bayam, so he went directly to Byam without meeting with her and other members of the Temperance sect, but Bayam still looks calm now...
Did she guess wrong? Or is it just because the sensualists haven't started causing trouble yet? Or have the Orgies already begun their ultimate plan, but it's just not apparent from the outside?
If she guessed wrong, what was the reason for Mr. Chester's return to Byam?
If the sensualists haven't started causing trouble yet, then what's the reason for them to stay for such a long time, so that those who want to stop them have enough time to react?
And if the Indulgence Faction has already begun their final plan, has the Storm Lord Church discovered the Indulgence Faction's actions?
Seeing such a clear sky, Agnes had some doubts about this.
She is more inclined to the latter two conjectures.
From the moment she walked into Bayam, she felt a vague sense of depression in her heart, as if a little darkness appeared in the corners of the city and then gradually spread.
To be honest, this capital of the Rhosid Islands, the fulcrum of the Loen Kingdom's colonial rule in the Central Sunian Sea, is indeed glamorous on the surface, but also depraved and bloody on the inside. The spice trade and the brothel industry are both "cannibalistic" industries, but they are the two pillars of the economy here.
If there weren't always enough powerful official Beyonders here, it is estimated that not only pirates would run rampant like on ordinary colonial islands, but also those cultists would love this place very much.
There were so many locals who died of various causes, and there were not many ghosts who appeared under the influence of the extraordinary power of the "living corpse". If Nightingale's singing had not calmed those ghosts, It will probably take a lot of effort to deal with those ghosts.
To be honest, Agnes even sympathizes with the Storm Lord Church's team of punishers in Bayam. After all, they not only have local "heretics" who believe in "Poseidon" to deal with, but they also have to work part-time to hunt down those who are discovered from time to time. Pirates, plus these locals who died in pain for various reasons...
Even if not all of them will produce ghosts that can have extraordinary effects, the probability is definitely higher than in the Northern Continent.
However, some of the abilities of the "Sailor" pathway are quite capable of restraining the undead. Agnes couldn't help but shake her head, and as far as she knew, the Lord of Storms had several squads of punishers in Bayam.
She pulled on her torn sleeve and walked into the clothing and hat shop on the street. Because the cuffs were stained with the smelly blood and brains of the "living corpse", it was too noticeable when walking in the city, so she just used His sharp nails tore off the sleeve and "destroyed the corpse."
It's easier to explain if it's broken than stained with blood.
It didn't take long for her to put on a clean black Berber women's dress, which is a common local style. She put on cotton long sleeves on the upper body, loose trousers on the lower body, and then put on the top to reach the thigh. Dress, fastened with brooches at the shoulders. Wearing it this way is considered loose and comfortable, but in Agnes' opinion, this style of clothing is more like a dress.
and......
Agnes recalled the clearly visible bloodshot eyes she saw in the shop owner's eyes, and couldn't help but frown.
A mixture of quarreling and crying came from the shop next to her. She subconsciously turned her head to look at the grocery store on the roadside. The boss wearing a taraba shirt pushed the shelves next to him to the ground with a ferocious expression and wore a blouse. The landlady sat down on the ground and cried bitterly. Agnes stared closely at the boss's bloodshot eyes and couldn't help but raise her eyebrows.
There was a louder noise, and Agnes turned her head to listen.
It was a group of locals who were so skinny that they were almost skinny, surrounding two people wearing Loen military uniforms in the center.
The strength they didn't know came from made them walk out of the corner where they were huddled. Their weathered bronze faces were ferocious, and their eyes that were too big due to weight loss were almost completely occupied by scarlet color.
Agnes subconsciously turned her gaze to her palm. Dozens of dark flowers with a cold luster almost crowded the sky above her palm, and it seemed as if a few would fall to the ground at any time.
But there were more flowers being sketched out quickly, and the cold luster kept flashing as the flowers opened, and Agnes couldn't help but feel cold.
"Nightingale," Agnes called with a hint of anger and seriousness in her voice, "where is Mr. Chester now?"
...
"Hate buried deep in the heart is just a thorn covered with blood; but once it is released, it is like a burning flame..."
There was a slight tremor of weakness in the voice of the gray-haired old man. His face was dimly black, and the rich smell of blood filled his body. His clothes were stained with wetness, as if he had just been fished out of the water. The upright body seemed to be slightly stooped.
His eyes were completely lowered, staying on the ground in front of his feet, not daring to look in front of him at all.
There was a baby-like stuffed doll not far in front of him. It had an arm with an obviously different texture. It was covered with wrinkled lines, sticky and dark in color, with a faint feeling of cold moisture, and a strange convex shape. The skin on the top appears from time to time, and the skin at the top is stretched to appear a little transparent, as if something is trying to come out from inside.
"The sacrifices have never left this land, so the effect of these three curses on this land will be even more powerful."
"The first curse is used to curse this land. All the darkness that appears on this land will have stronger corrosive power, and the sacredness will be extinguished by the darkness coming from the hearts of the creatures on this land."
"The second curse is used to curse all creatures in this land. All their hatred can no longer be hidden in this land. The flames ignited by hatred will burn raging in this land until enough His blood will extinguish the flames of hatred."
The old man's deep voice paused for a moment, and then continued: "The third curse has not been used yet, we..."
"Will... use... on..."
The words mixed with chaos and crazy murmurs were like some kind of sharp roar. Blood gurgled out of the old man's ears, mouth and nose. He was slightly sluggish, and then his body became a little transparent and became more rickety.
