Nightingale put down the letter and looked at Rhaenys, and a clear voice came out of her.
"This is the lady's reply to you," she said in a calm voice, "I was asked to send it to you in the afternoon, but you have been in the church and research institute of the Mother Earth Church, and I don't want to Go in, so I’ll wait for you here.”
"Okay, thank you, ma'am." Rhaenys' expression seemed to have softened a lot. She picked up the letter that Nightingale had put down and pulled the letter paper out of the envelope.
"Agnès's!" Rhaenis could hardly conceal her surprise, and instantly raised her head to look at Nightingale, who was looking at her quietly.
Nightingale tilted her head noncommittally and did not give any response.
"I didn't expect that the first letter I received by courier for a personal matter was actually from Agnes. She had only left Feneport City for a few months..." Rhaenys took back her words. He looked at her and pursed his lips, with a somewhat complicated meaning.
"Is she okay?" Rhaenys asked softly.
...
Agnes glanced quickly at the house in front of her, then withdrew her gaze.
It was an ordinary house, with no lingering air of depravity.
"Did you agree to come here?" Agnes asked.
"Yes," Stitch stepped forward and rang the doorbell, once every two seconds, three times in total. He looked at Agnes and explained, "This is an appointment with them."
Agnes nodded slightly, and her keen hearing allowed her to hear the sound of chair legs scraping across the wooden floor in the house, and then the clear sound of a cane hitting the floor. It sounded like this cane was very strong. Solid, then the sound approached, and the door creaked open.
Agnes saw an old man wearing a short black coat and a strong cane. He was as white as snow, his face had no obvious wrinkles, and he wore a black eyepatch covering his eyes.
"Please come in first." The old man nodded to Stitch and said, then turned around at a very fast speed and walked towards the house.
His movements seemed a bit awkward, but judging from the movements of his whole body, it was not because of problems such as injuries. Instead, it looked like he was restraining his instinct to walk away quickly.
Agnes slowed her pace thoughtfully.
"You don't have to do this," the old man noticed Agnes's movements, and said directly without turning his head to look at Agnes, "I'm sorry that I can only see you and Mr. Stitch like this. I When I got up, I suddenly had a premonition that tonight is a very suitable night to meet Stitch, but once the sun goes down, I can't open my eyes to see anything, and I need to keep my mind calm..."
Agnes couldn't help but feel a little funny listening to the old man's words, but at the same time she also roughly understood the reason why the old man did this.
"But you still sensed danger when you approached me." Agnes said in a calm tone.
The old man paused and nodded.
"In fact, when you look at me, I have a special feeling," the old man said. "I can detect that you have no ill intentions, but my instinct still makes me want to leave your sight."
"The most fundamental source of fear is also an instinctive desire." Agnes nodded clearly, said, and then closed her eyes.
The old man seemed to smile bitterly and said nothing.
The three of them sat down in the living room.
"I am the only one communicating with you today." Agnes gave her feedback based on all perceptions except her vision. When the old man leaned his cane on the shelf next to the sofa, a clear and crisp voice told Agnes that Not a good place to put a cane.
This gentleman should not be considered rich, and he has not experienced the life of the upper class. Agnes made this judgment in her heart.
And in fact, what Stitch was worried about before did not exist at all. Agnes couldn't help but shook her head in her heart. Although she could not clearly know the specific sequence of this gentleman, judging from the feeling he gave her There is a great possibility that he is a demigod.
Agnes did not think that such high-level members would not realize that there were people around them who believed in the "primordial moon". To be honest, Agnes doubted that Stitch would meet the man who was most likely to be contaminated by the old man. The members of the Life School themselves are what the old man expected, and the purpose may be related to those hidden behind this incident.
"The Parliament is willing to agree to what you have proposed," the old man said. Agnes noticed that the old man was staring closely in the direction of Stitch. "As for the information that needs to be handed over to you, you can take it away today. I hope you will The power on Olavi Island is enough to send these materials to your church for sealing.”
Does the church require certain aspects of information from the School of Life? Agnes couldn't help but frowned. What kind of information did she not collect that she needed to exchange with the School of Life? Or is it just an excuse?
"The content in these materials is dangerous enough for most people," the old man continued, "I hope you and your companions can restrain your curiosity."
"I believe that enough." Agnes heard Stitch say in a serious tone.
"Okay." Agnes felt that the old man's tone was slightly strange.
The old man didn't speak for a long time after saying this word, and the room became completely quiet for a while.
"I was originally full of doubts about Stitch's special state," the old man turned his head to look at Agnes for the first time and suddenly said, "but when I saw you, all the doubts were completely resolved."
"It's a pity that I don't understand it myself." Agnes shook her head and said directly.
"It is often difficult for different souls to achieve the same identity. Necessary division will always exist," the old man said. "Only under certain circumstances, different souls can be closely united for certain reasons."
Agnes raised her eyebrows slightly.
"You should understand that this is a power derived from the subjective spirit. In many cases, it is one-sided and limited in a person's thoughts and emotions, and even seems to be opposed to logical concepts and some eternal essences recognized by people. .....”
Agnes listened to the old man's increasingly long words, and couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth, and interrupted the old man's words.
"I know what you mean," Agnes began, "and I would rather sum it up in one word."
Agnes spoke slowly in the old man's silence, and couldn't help but reveal a smile.
"I prefer to call it faith."
