"This desire once lost its roots in the soil, and today it is replanted in the dried-up remains, eager to regain abundant nourishment. But now it will drink up everything that is left in it until it cannot be satisfied again. ."
"He will always be in a state of extreme alert under the influence of this desire, but he is eager for you to pick it up again and get a new water."
The living corpse opened its eyes under Agnes' gaze, and looked straight at Agnes with its scarlet eyes. The muscles under the purple-green skin were stiff and tight, and there were wounds inside and outside that could not be recovered. The edges of the turned flesh were white after soaking in water, and the complexion had the stiffness and numbness unique to living corpses.
Agnes carefully observed the condition of the whole body of the living corpse, and used needle pliers to pick up the suture needle from the iron plate on the side. The tip of the needle pierced the everted flesh, and she couldn't help but wrinkle at the stiff touch. He raised his eyebrows and looked into the eyes of the living corpse. The scarlet eyes were cloudy and cold, with no change visible.
"Relax," Agnes said.
The skin under the needle relaxed a little for a moment. Agnes applied a little force, and the needle tip passed through the still stiff skin smoothly, and was pulled out from the other side by the needle-holding pliers.
"Although your rigor mortis and subconscious muscle tightening are nothing to me," Agnes said casually, her eyes staring at the suture needles running under her hands, but paying attention to the living corpses out of the corner of her eye. eyes, "but the needle cannot withstand excessive force."
She felt the flesh under her hands loosened a little again, and Agnes nodded slightly.
In this ritual, she chose to plant the seeds of desire to bind half of the spirit in the body of the living corpse. It was a subconscious act, as if she had done it many times before, but the impact it would have was unclear.
The information that comes to mind is also more biased towards the impact on craving, and the only description of the possible impact is "always in a state of extreme vigilance."
Judging from the fact that after the ritual, the living corpse made its already stiff muscles even tighter under the influence of rigor mortis, the so-called "state of extreme vigilance" was not entirely accurate. From her judgment, this state was more like It's "extreme fear."
If combined with the source of this desire... To be honest, Agnes originally thought that desire corresponded to the desire to survive. Of course, it would make sense to say that this fear was born due to the desire to survive, but This is obviously more similar to the state of the pirate captain who produced this desire before he died. The owner of this corpse may not have had such a strong fear at the time - the seeds of desire may be more affected by the creator than she originally thought. bigger.
Judging from the previous reactions of the living corpse, he would subconsciously obey his orders, even enough to fight against his subconscious instinct; when she did not give an order directly, he would also react appropriately according to the meaning of her words. .
From this point of view, this method left more spirits in the corpse than she expected, and even retained a certain amount of thinking ability.
Agnes cut the thread under her hand. Except for the crack exposed by the white edges of the wound coming together, no trace of suture could be seen at all.
"I didn't expect that the skills taught by Renes would be used here," she looked at the wound that no longer looked so ferocious, and suddenly laughed, "I'm afraid it will be used many times in the future."
She raised her head and looked into the scarlet and turbid eyes of the living corpse. The living corpse sat up under Agnes' gaze.
"Come down, I'll call you Capas from now on." Agnes turned and walked towards the cellar exit. "I need to put some makeup on you, otherwise you will be too conspicuous now."
"Although Olavi Island is just a colony of Loen, I am not prepared to force you to become a real corpse again just after I got my first living corpse."
...
"When can I return to Feneport?" Stitch handed over the suitcase in his hand, hesitated, and asked.
"We need to wait for the Pope's order." The young man with curly black hair, pale skin and dark eyes, with a high nose and deep eyes answered.
"Then if I encounter something that needs to be reported..." The uncoordinated face moved slightly and he asked aloud.
"If it is an unimportant matter, the news can be sent back to the church through the contact point; and if the matter is urgent or serious..." The young man looked a little serious, "Contact Mr. Utravsky immediately."
"Your Excellency, the Beloved of Utravsky?" Stitch hesitated and couldn't help but repeat.
"Yes, he is His Excellency the God's Favored One who is responsible for the affairs here in the Sunia Sea of the church." The young man nodded and explained.
He thought for a while, and couldn't help but instruct: "Don't contact the priests other than Your Excellency, the Blessed One."
"I understand." Stitch nodded, "How should I contact Mr. Utravsky?"
"You don't need to worry about this," the young man said. "Your Excellency Utravsky will be here soon, and you will receive notification from the contact point."
"Okay, I understand." Stitch made a prayer gesture on his chest, "May the Mother Goddess bless you, Loretto."
A smile appeared on the young man's lips, he nodded, and made a prayer gesture on his chest, "May the Mother Goddess bless you with everything going well, Stitch."
Stitch stood quietly on the dock and watched the ship go away. The morning light made the usually blue ocean turn golden.
"The withered ones will pass away and then be resurrected; and the new ones will be convinced that life is precious and the harvest is gratifying."
He devoutly drew the prayer gesture on his chest again, turned around and left the dock.
...
Agnes looked at the face of the living corpse, picked up a little liquid in the bottle with her fingers, and smeared it on one side of the nose of the living corpse.
Slight footsteps came from outside the door, and Agnes clearly noticed that the living corpse's body tensed up instantly.
"Knock, knock." There was a knock on the door.
"Come in." Agnes closed the bottle cap and spoke in a loud voice.
The door handle was pressed, and Rani's figure was revealed from behind the pushed door.
"Are we going out today?" Lani glanced at the living corpse, did not take a step, stood there and looked up at Agnes and said.
Agnes glanced at the living corpse and said, "Of course, go out."
Lani nodded, turned around and closed the door.
Agnes withdrew her gaze and looked at the living corpse. At that moment, if Lani took another step forward, she had no doubt that the living corpse, not Capas, would attack Lani directly.
Judging from Rani's reaction, there is no doubt that her always sensitive intuition also gave her a premonition that she could not move forward.
And based on Capas' body that had been transformed by mid-sequence potions and his current state of being transformed into a living corpse, Agnes did not think that Rani could dodge Capas' attack.
"It seems I can only let you stay here to guard the door for now."
Agnes put away the bottles and jars on the table and said casually.
