"It turns out to be here."
Agnes looked at the house with slightly dirty glass windows. The black traces of decay on the walls and steps gave the house a slightly eerie and damp atmosphere under the midday sun of Bayam. Mixed with the smell of rotting wood, it would give most ordinary people a strange feeling of discomfort.
The "werewolf" Siwin Brown she killed before was sent here.
The owner of this house doesn't pay much attention to it, but there is still an elderly housekeeper living here - after all, if there is no one at all, this house will become a gathering place for homeless people.
However, it is obvious that this elderly housekeeper really does not have enough energy to take care of such a large house. If the owner ever thinks of it, it will probably take a lot of energy to repair it if he wants to live here.
When Mr. Chester asked her to deliver Siwain Brown's body here before, he said that she could "borrow" the room here for use, because only when the housekeeper remembered to check the room and completely restored the traces, there would be no will be discovered.
So this time, I'm afraid Mr. Chester also "borrowed" the room here to rest and wait to deal with the indulgent faction.
He has given the Temperance Faction an order to retreat in this incident, so he will definitely not return to the Temperance Faction's stronghold here where there is no one left. After all, the sudden departure of the stronghold personnel is definitely enough to attract attention.
Agnes deftly scaled the fence, climbed onto the roof, and jumped into the attic.
She stood quietly on the floor of the attic with blue-black mold stains. The old floor made an obvious creaking sound with slight vibrations, perhaps because it had been completely destroyed by rain or just the smell of moisture in some past times. Soaked and bent.
A faint gasp seemed to come from a little further away from her feet. Agnes couldn't help but narrowed her eyes slightly, stretched out her hand and pulled up the partition in the attic with obvious prickly wood thorns.
She probably knew where Mr. Chester was, and why he still stayed here even though the indulgent faction had obviously taken action.
Agnes followed the sound and walked forward along the corridor. New dark flowers were gradually outlined in her hands, blooming and shrinking again, with little blood stains emerging on them, as if she could feel their original nature. The pain of the owner to whom one belongs.
She stopped at the door of a room that looked no different from any other room, knocked the door gently with a special rhythm, and then pushed it open without waiting for an answer.
The gasping in the ears paused for a moment when the knock on the door sounded, and then became a little suppressed.
Agnes looked directly at the chair on the side of the room, leaning on the back of the chair a little weakly. Mr. Chester, who looked obviously pale, was sitting there.
The ethereal and erratic feeling on his body disappeared completely, but the coldness and paleness of his body became more obvious. There were even some small white ice crystals emerging on the table next to the seat where he was sitting and on the surrounding ground, which was in harmony with the decaying dampness of the room. Mixed together, the eerie feeling is enhanced.
"I can help you suppress these desires, are you willing to believe me?" Agnes walked forward slowly, looking straight into Mr. Chester's blood-red eyes and said.
Mr. Chester said nothing, but nodded clearly.
Agnes curled up the corners of her mouth, then quickly calmed down, looking at the dark flowers with little blood stains.
Spirituality quickly poured in, and the flower was frozen in a state about to bloom, and then quickly shrank until it completely turned into a dark seed.
The bloody stains quickly faded as the flowers shrank, and finally only a few slight traces remained, imprinted on the seeds, like strange patterns.
In front of him, Mr. Chester's body regained some illusory and erratic feeling. His body floated slowly, and the white frost disappeared immediately, leaving only a few traces of water.
Mr. Chester's figure slowly appeared next to Agnes.
"You..." There was a somewhat complicated meaning in his eyes, and he did not continue to speak with a slightly erratic meaning.
Agnes had some doubts in her eyes, and she looked at Mr. Chester with constant devotion.
"The Indulgence Faction has already started their plan," Mr. Chester said softly, "I should go to them to help His Highness Tinycor or several of your excellencies...or members of the Storm Lord Church. Buying time for the arrival..."
"Is there no other way?" Agnes asked after a moment of silence, "They will choose to do these things directly within the sphere of influence of the Lord of Storms Church. I'm afraid they have a deeper hidden card. You... .”
"This is my responsibility." Mr. Chester raised his hand and put it down again, smiling and shaking his head.
Agnes couldn't help lowering her head and looking into her palm.
The slowly outlined flowers with golden-red glow seemed to be close to the dusk sky, and they also looked like bright red blood. Agnes stared at the newly presented flowers, and finally just withdrew her gaze and did nothing. .
"Then I'll walk around the city..." Agnes whispered.
"I hope you will ensure that you are alive first." Mr. Chester's voice lost some of its erratic tone and became more serious. He looked at Agnes closely and said.
"This is what I want to say to you." Agnes tugged at the corner of her mouth. She reached out and took out a note from her arms. The characters written in black ink were slightly sticky. The fluidity looked like mud that had just been accidentally picked up from a swamp, and a faint smell of moisture quietly filled the nasal cavity.
"If you have no other way, you can use it..." Agnes hesitated for a moment, and then said: "You directly recite His honorable name, and then use your spirituality to trigger it, which can affect a radius of ten meters. All the presence of them makes them lose control."
"He is the silent one of endless hope, endless pain, and never forgotten." Agnes said slowly in Tutanese.
Mr. Chester nodded and put the note away.
"Remember to close your eyes when using it." Agnes couldn't help but add.
"Okay," Mr. Chester smiled slightly and reached out to rub Agnes's hair, "say, wish me all the best."
"I wish you all the best." Agnes lowered her eyes and said in a very soft voice.
"In the future, we can only let this house become a gathering place for homeless people." Some erratic voices sighed with some sighs, some transparent and illusory figures disappeared in the flicker, and Agnes quickly cast her eyes towards the dirty house. The various quarrels outside the glass windows were mixed together, and finally seemed to form a disturbing and chaotic roar.
"Nightingale," Agnes pinched her eyebrows, sat on a relatively clean seat on the other side of the room, and called softly, "Here, you can bring my spirit body to the world like last time. Take it to the spirit world?"
