Agnes opened her eyes in the dim morning light.
Various spots of light disappeared in front of her eyes, and the new sunlight penetrated the window in front of her with hazy light and shadow, and stayed on her skin that had no temperature of its own.
But as the sunlight poured in, in addition to the new light and shadow, there were also noisy voices, as if countless people were talking in her ears.
Of course, strictly speaking, this cannot be called "sound". This "sound" did not belong to the information received by her overly sensitive ears, but came from a deeper part. These are different fluctuations that represent their master, conveying certain information to Agnes.
And Agnes felt that she accepted such messy, noisy and difficult to distinguish sounds well, and even felt that the "sound" she heard now was much more pleasant than the one last night.
It’s like the difference between the decoration next door and the conversations at the next table in a restaurant.
Yes, it feels like the person not far away from you is telling someone else something.
"Greedy speculators, strict controllers..." Agnes looked at the increasingly active towns not far away, "There are also those who are either ambitious or unwilling... .”
She paused in her words without making a final definition.
She let go of her hands holding the window sill and turned her attention to the sound that gradually grew louder like melancholy violin music.
"Nightingale," Agnes called softly in a smiling voice.
Almost the second after Agnes made a sound, slight ripples spread out from the corner of the room, and those eyes as colored as snowflakes looked at Agnes with the embarrassment and panic of being discovered.
"I'm very happy that my little nightingale appeared in front of me early in the new year." Agnes looked at Nightingale's reaction and couldn't help but tilt her head with interest.
Nightingale seemed to be subconsciously suppressing her desire to avoid Agnes's sight, and her clear voice contained a hint of embarrassment and pleading.
"Miss Rhaenys summoned me and asked me to deliver her reply and New Year's gift."
Agnes reached out and took the small gift box from Nightingale, pondered for a moment, and put it on the desk.
Then she put a weak hand on Nightingale's shoulder, who almost subconsciously wanted to leave, turned around and raised her lips and asked: "So, does my little nightingale want to give me a New Year's gift? "
The panic in Nightingale's eyes grew stronger, and the tips of her ears turned red like blood when Agnes put her arm on her other shoulder.
"Yes... yes." There was a stutter in her words that was obviously caused by nervousness.
Agnes put down her arm on her shoulders in amusement.
"Then I have a gift in return," Agnes said softly with a teasing voice, "I think my messenger lady wouldn't mind coming back here after helping me deliver the New Year's gift, right?"
Almost as soon as she heard what Agnes said, Nightingale quickly picked up the things Agnes had packed together, and her figure disappeared into the room in an instant with the spreading ripples.
"Like a child." Agnes shook her head helplessly.
She shrugged and reached out to open the gift box from Renes. The first thing that caught her eye were two small boxes. One of the smaller boxes contained what looked like food, but it had a strange shape and a strange smell. s things.
Agnes carefully did not touch the box, but took out the letter sandwiched between the two layers of boxes, which was obviously thicker than normal.
"Forgive me for not replying to you immediately after receiving your letter. Dear Agnes, I hope that the information enclosed at the end of this letter will be helpful to you."
"You said in your letter before that you would stay on Olavi Island for a while and wait for the situation at sea to ease. In fact, I have received some news in the past few days and I think this may not be a good idea. The situation at sea may become worse. It’s getting more and more complicated, and I’m afraid the wait for the situation to ease will be elusive.”
"The situation is also the same here in the church. I don't have the authority to know the specific content of many things here for the time being. But judging from the movements of the deacons here in Celia, the church's attitude on many things during this period has been somewhat different. Strange. The church's attitude toward Lundberg is... a bit more serious. The church also requires priests to strengthen self-examination. Watchers and natural hearts must pay more attention to preventing their own corruption. In fact, I have some Worried about Frank….”
"What happened during this period always gave me some bad feelings, whether it was the church or the secular world. Just like what you once described, it seemed like a storm was coming. If you were around me, you would definitely be able to see something. You always Is more sensitive to these changes..."
"But no matter what, the new year will inevitably bring about some changes that have never happened before. All we can do is pray to the Mother Goddess and pray that these changes will be for the better."
"Enclosed are the New Year's gifts that Frank and I want to give you. Frank's is the result of his recent research—something that may not seem appropriate to the church, but that Frank thinks you might Needed, because you don’t have the church cultivators around you to follow…well, those were his exact words.”
"I can't understand why Frank made it look like a pastry, because it is not actually recommended to be used as food. Creatures that acquire its properties will have some characteristics of the spore plant for a period of time...No It refers to the appearance, but refers to the reproductive aspect, and it can forcibly bypass the reproductive isolation between different species...So, please be sure to keep this item safe, otherwise I suspect it will cause an outbreak of species in an area."
"What I want to give you is something more ordinary. It is a large bottle of therapeutic potion, which contains a dose that can be used a hundred times. It is effective for most diseases that appear in the southern continent, but for severe patients, it can only prolong the survival of the patients. It cannot be completely cured, and it has no effect on trauma. If you use it by yourself, it should last a long time. If you use it while preaching, it may be like dropping a drop of ink into the ocean, so it really doesn’t work. Would you consider letting me help you?"
Agnes put the letter down with her mouth twitching, put the smaller box in front of her into the tin box, and carefully sealed all the gaps in the box with wax.
"So, Frank is really not contaminated?"
Agnes couldn't help but wonder.
She carefully wrapped the tin box in newspapers and put it into her suitcase, then put on her windbreaker and her hat.
She exhaled slightly, turned and walked out of the room.
"It's still short of Mr. Chester's."
