"When are you going to leave?"
Mr. Chester motioned for Agnes to sit down opposite him, and asked a little unexpectedly.
"In fact, it doesn't make any difference to me when we set off." Agnes obeyed Mr. Chester's wishes and sat on the chair on the other side of the square table. "I just need to think about it. The lady who is traveling with me physical condition."
She looked at Mr. Chester and smiled, "And now that I have the help of my friends, plus the lady herself is a 'criminal'. I think there should be no problem in arriving safely in the Southern Continent."
"But the situation in the Southern Continent..." Mr. Chester showed a wry smile.
"Is there any difference? Maybe the environment on the southern continent is more friendly." Agnes shrugged, "From the time we left Bayam to now, quite a few locals have died at sea. "
Mr. Chester was silent for a moment and nodded.
"Then what needs to be considered now is the problem of Mr. Chester's eyes." Agnes stopped her gaze on Mr. Chester's eyes, and there was still something like bone fragments and something like... The color of the snowflakes makes these eyes very eye-catching.
"It will take time for the effects to fade away," Mr. Chester paused, assessed the extent of the remaining effects, and said, "It will take about two weeks."
Agnes showed a little hesitation, and after thinking for a while, she asked with a little tentative tone: "Actually, I'm very curious, Mr. Chester, this influence is really unique."
"It seems a little too tame," she said softly. "After all, it was an extraordinary item that you chose to use in that battle."
In fact, Agnes not only felt that such an influence was unique, she also wanted to ask what method he used to make the negative effects of an extraordinary item that could affect angels fade away in such a short period of time. But this obviously involved Some secrets of the Temperance School, and she had already rejected the invitation to join the Rose School when she was in Bayam.
"In fact, it's not gentle, just because we have rich experience in dealing with it." Mr. Chester thought for a moment and just explained.
Agnes nodded and did not continue to ask.
"Then I will set off with you in two weeks," she said with a hint of casualness in her tone, holding her chin up. "You should be more experienced in crossing the violent sea."
"So, what are you going to do in the Southern Continent?" Mr. Chester asked with a smile on his lips as Agnes spoke.
"Nominally, Sister Pagani went to the Southern Continent to preach." Agnes shrugged.
"And actually?" asked Mr. Chester very cooperatively.
"Actually," Agnes put away the hand that was supporting her chin and sat up straight, "I probably want to take a look there,"
"Then..." She paused and smiled, "Maybe I'll do something."
...
"I'm glad you're back here, Nightingale." Agnes opened the door and said with a smile when she saw the figure in the corner of the room.
"I will definitely obey your will, madam." Nightingale's snow-colored eyes raised little by little, and finally stopped at Agnes's eyes looking at him, and said in a clear voice.
"I composed music for you before," she said without almost waiting for Agnes's response, "I wanted to give it as a gift to you."
"I'm looking forward to it," Agnes said softly.
"I very much hope that this piece of music can be appreciated by you first," Nightingale's attitude gradually became completely calm, "even though I am also very sure that if you heard this piece of music first, you would not allow it. The music reaches other people’s ears…”
"Why?" Agnes asked in a soft voice.
"Because I know very well the reason for your anger one hundred and eighty years ago," Nightingale's snow-colored eyes gradually became calmer. "You don't want someone to spread your name through extraordinary power. You will Defined as inappropriate behavior. Whether it is my piece of music or the painting of 'Sabbath' by 'Shadow of White', it contains our deepest desires. Even through the most ordinary carrier, there will be extraordinary The display of…”
"White Shadow?" Agnes raised her eyebrows and asked.
"It seems that you haven't retrieved that memory yet," Nightingale stopped what she was about to say and then explained, "He was once a human being, a member of the 'Remnant Sin Order'."
"So he is the person in the rumors," Agnes raised her eyebrows with interest, "I am even more curious about your piece of music now. Have you given it a name?"
"Day of mercy," Nightingale said almost subconsciously.
Agnes couldn't help but raise her hand and rub her forehead without making any comment.
"In what way are you going to give this gift to me?" she put down her hand and looked at Nightingale and asked.
"My soul," Nightingale said matter-of-factly.
The spiritual wall emerged around her almost as soon as she spoke, and the noise that had been present in Agnes's ears since this morning completely disappeared. Nightingale's figure turned into illusory ripples that kept reverberating within the wall of spirituality, and the illusory door seemed to be quietly opened.
It is as if the ethereal female chorus and the melodious violin ensemble sounded at the same time, responding to each other, sounding peaceful and harmonious. With the addition of a deep, rich baritone, the serious atmosphere almost instantly broke the tranquility. Then the chorus of male voices and the chorus of female voices appear alternately, and the sense of grandeur can almost completely occupy the hearts of all listeners.
Agnes could almost imagine what kind of power the gathered voices could exert when this music sounded in the hall with the compassionate angel statues and paintings.
"The slow and gentle rhythms are accompanied by peaceful songs, and the Chen Yu harp is loudly advocated."
Such a description suddenly appeared in Agnes's mind. Even if there was no extraordinary influence in it, this piece of music undoubtedly far surpassed all other pieces of music in her current memory, possessing extreme power to move people's hearts. . Even if the mass is used as a choral suite format that seems to be far away from the world, it still seems not so distant because most of the masses are less solemn and more graceful.
And if coupled with the cooperation of extraordinary power... it would be a pity.
Agnes exhaled, gathered her thoughts, and listened carefully to the last children's chorus, as pure and bright as flowers.
"I like it very much." Agnes said with a smile as she looked at Nightingale's figure reappearing in front of her.
Nightingale's face looked a little pale, and Agnes could almost easily detect the extreme fanaticism in the way she looked at her.
The open door of the soul... Agnes raised her hand and touched Nightingale's face.
"I am honored, my little nightingale," she whispered, "so answer my invitation and accompany me to experience the world, after this gift of mine."
Vague fluctuations spread from her body, and Nightingale's eyes gradually became peaceful.
