"We'll stay on Olavi Island for a while." Agnes wiped her damp hair with a towel and said casually.
Lani opposite nodded slightly but said nothing.
Agnes stood up, casually put the towel on the back of the chair beside the table, turned around and walked into the study. Nightingale's figure appeared in some ripples, and the rose brooch inlaid with red glass in her hand attracted people's attention. Attention Agnes.
"Is there something Mr. Chester would like you to bring to me?" Agnes asked.
Nightingale nodded.
"He wishes to see you." Nightingale looked at Agnes calmly and said.
Agnes held her chin and thought for a moment, then nodded.
"Where is Mr. Chester now?" Agnes asked.
Nightingale looked a little weird and whispered: "On the ship coming from Bayam to Oravi Island."
Agnes couldn't help but look a little weird: "Does he know that I came to Olavi Island?"
"According to my observation, he did not know about this matter." Nightingale shook her head and said.
Agnes nodded thoughtfully: "I know, I will go see him after he arrives at Olavi Island."
"He also asked me to give this brooch to you." Nightingale added. She took a step closer to the desk and placed the brooch in her hand next to Agnes's.
Agnes reached out and picked up the rose brooch.
The roses made of inlaid red glass shimmered like blood in the sunlight shining through the window. A faint stream of light flowed among the open roses, while the thorns entangled behind them looked extremely dim.
"The 'Dream Rose' is an extraordinary item that may or may not be useful to Agnes," Nightingale said in Mr. Chester's voice. "If not used, it will only remain effective for one year. , the effect can only last for up to half a year if used.”
"When activated when the target is sleeping, it will induce dreams most related to the target's hidden desires. At the same time, the user can also enter the target's dream."
"But it should be noted that if it has a greater impact on the target in the target's dream, it will make the target aware of the problem and trigger the target's subconscious desire to attack. If the user is damaged in the dream, it will cause mental damage to himself."
Agnes listened to Nightingale imitating Mr. Chester's words, nodded slightly, reached out and opened the suitcase on the table. There was an open rose and three rose buds in a similar style. The brooch was taken out and placed aside.
"This is my gift to Agnes..." Nightingale said with a calm face and a hesitant tone, "if she is willing to accept it."
"Mr. Chester seems to like brooches, especially rose brooches." Agnes couldn't help but smile.
"Will you accept it?" Nightingale asked.
"Of course," Agnes said with a smile, "After all...this is a gift from the elders."
Nightingale looked at Agnes with some confusion.
Agnes paused for a moment, curled her lips slightly and said, "And this will make Mr. Chester worry less about the note I gave him before."
Nightingale nodded thoughtfully.
"Please tell Mr. Chester later that I am on Olawi Island." Agnes looked at Nightingale and said.
"Okay." Nightingale nodded and said.
Her figure immediately disappeared from the room with a circle of ripples spreading outward. Agnes sighed and reached out to pick up the brooch with entangled thorns behind the rose.
"Use this thing to enter other people's dreams..." Agnes rotated the brooch in her hand little by little, and the red glass shone like blood in the sun. "My spirit body really doesn't exist. Will it directly pollute other people's dreams?"
She pinned the rose brooch to her shirt, then took out a pen and her black notebook.
"Only use it on those who don't need mercy."
...
"I have a hunch that you will become our companion."
The old man, who is as white as snow and has no obvious wrinkles on his face, is wearing a short black coat and wielding a sturdy cane.
The tall, hunched man opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.
"But not now." The old man added with a smile on his face.
The tall, hunched man frowned and shook his head.
"I have no intention of joining you," he said aloud, "I am only here for church matters..."
"The council will discuss the news you brought," the old man said with a smile, "but besides that...ah, I forgot to ask what to call you?"
"My surname is Stitch." said the tall, hunched man.
"Mr. Stitch, there are some things I personally want to talk to you about." The old man said with a smile on his face.
"whats the matter?"
"For example, your uncoordinated body was forcibly catalyzed to grow, and was forcibly stitched together, but you still managed to maintain a rational spirit."
The tall, hunched man stared at the old man with a strange look, and after a long time he asked: "What exactly do you want to ask?"
"This situation in your body is unreasonable. The body and spirit belong to a whole and should be in a divided identity." The old man thought for a while and explained aloud.
The tall, hunched man frowned in confusion: "I'm sorry, I didn't understand."
The old man took a deep breath and said aloud: "Your body shows that your spirit should still be in an uncoordinated state, but at present, your spirit has reached preliminary integration, which is a bit strange."
The man with a stooped and tall body raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand in front of his chest in a praying posture, and said in a pious manner: "Thank you to the Mother Goddess for your gift."
"Praise the Mother Goddess!"
...
"I'm curious as to what makes you willing to come out with me." Agnes glanced at Lani who was following her, raised an eyebrow and asked.
Lani glanced at Agnes, then frowned and glanced subconsciously at the street on one side.
"Whether I stay in the hotel or go out with you, it makes no difference to me," she said casually.
Agnes nodded and raised the newspaper in her hand.
"Then maybe I need to use up a little more energy today," Agnes said with a smile in her voice, "Let's see what hunting places are available around here."
Olavi Island was originally a primitive island with many extraordinary creatures. Although these extraordinary biological resources gradually decreased after the end of the hunting era and the development of human villages and towns, it is still considered to be rich in natural resources.
Lani's face almost couldn't help but look weird, and then she nodded.
