Okefa's words made Agnes widen her eyes slightly, and she couldn't help but smile slightly at the corner of her mouth.
The blond man on the side looked at Okfa with disbelief.
"It seems that a person's first impression of other people often lacks certain accuracy, Mr. Okefa," Agnes looked up and down at this person who she had met several times and could only be regarded as an acquaintance in a social sense. , with a hint of teasing in his tone, "My previous idea that you were a serious person was a bit too arbitrary."
Okfa smiled and shrugged, saying nothing.
"Introduce yourself, Mr. Arsonist," Agnes also didn't care whether Okefa responded, but just turned her eyes to the blond man, "I haven't gotten your name yet."
"Anderson Hood," Oakfa said almost as soon as Agnes finished speaking, "You can just call him Anderson. Madam, I'm sorry, I should have introduced you earlier."
"Well, Anderson Hood," Agnes whispered, leaning back against the back of her chair, "you want to see me?"
"Yes..." The blond man nodded in Agnes's sight, paused for a moment, and then said, "I want to get to know you."
"Because you knew my name after I killed 'Blooded Blade' Siwen Brown?" Agnes said softly.
"In fact, your name has been circulated among some pirates before this," Anderson's expression looked more serious and he said, "They were planning to organize some people... but they didn't expect it to be spread again. You killed the 'Blooded Blade' and were not retaliated against..."
"I'm looking forward to their original plan." Agnes sneered.
"As long as their brains the size of mung beans are not completely soaked in alcohol, they should give up immediately," Anderson said.
"Perhaps not everyone is as good at judging the situation as you are, Mr. Hood," Agnes said. She looked at the man who had just walked into the tavern and reached out to put the gray plaid wide-brimmed hat on the table. He put it on his head, "It's just that he was restricted by the actions of the angry Storm Lord Church and had to postpone his plan."
Agnes' figure disappeared from the table almost as soon as she stood up completely. The next moment, the woman whose face was mostly covered by the shadow of the hat brim and whose almost pale chin was exposed revealed dark red spots under her skin. Purple Spot's right hand grabbed the man's neck at the door of the tavern and threw him out the door.
She turned her head and glanced at the two people who stood up subconsciously, then turned and walked out.
The voice with a cold air came to the ears of Anderson and Okfa along with the wind blowing in from the door.
"Allow me to be with you for a moment. I don't want to cause any trouble to the tavern owner."
Okefa and Anderson glanced at each other subconsciously. The medium-sized Feneport man with soft outlines casually dropped a banknote on the table.
"You are so good, Okefa." The blond man said almost subconsciously while watching Okefa's movements.
Okefa raised his head and glanced at Anderson. The blond man raised his hand and made a zipper motion near his mouth.
"Let's go and see what you're curious about." Okfa retracted his gaze and said.
…
The two of them saw nothing at the door, neither screams nor blood. There was only Agnes who turned around and seemed ready to walk back, and the body behind her that was still at normal temperature with a broken neck.
"Don't you need to ask him anything?" Anderson endured it and asked.
Agnes looked at Anderson for a moment and said, "They are just people sent to keep an eye on me. They are useless...and disgusting."
Before this man even entered the Thorn Flower Tavern, Agnes felt the nagging voice in her ears becoming harsh, pointing towards her with a malicious stickiness.
She subconsciously picked up the process that she had not operated for more than a month, waiting for the frightened pirate to beg her for mercy to understand what the other party had done, and then casually broke the pirate's neck.
Agnes suddenly understood when countless lights and shadows flashed through her mind like a month ago.
A prayer made out of fear of losing one's life has little faith but is the most sincere, and a sincere prayer will make the supplicant open his heart to the person being prayed for.
The resonant frequency was transmitted almost without any cover after losing the barrier of the door, exposing the owner's secret to her eyes.
Underneath the complicated appearance are derivatives of the same essence. In the final analysis, they all belong to "resonance", which is no different from when she stood in the ocean where she didn't know where it belonged and observed the light spots with different colors.
This effect was much greater than she had expected before - she originally thought that the information carried by this "resonance" was only related to desire. She thought so even when Nightingale opened the door of his heart and gave her music. of.
What's more important is that she had previously overestimated the difficulty of using "resonance". If she only obtained information through "resonance", she would hardly feel the spirituality of the effort.
It seems that she previously thought that it was because of the price of establishing "desire" - the various whispers in her ears are also likely to be manifestations of "resonance" - this shows that "resonance" still exists even if she does not actively use it.
So what does this mean...
Agnes raised her hand and pinched the bridge of her nose and looked at the two people walking towards this side.
"And I think I just said 'just for a moment,'" she began.
Anderson showed a little smile and raised his hands and said, "Sorry, we didn't expect you to be so fast. You are worthy of being a 'Shrike'."
"Shrike is greedy and ferocious, and likes to kill with one blow," Agnes said casually, "Is this the reason?"
"No," Anderson said, denying Agnes's guess, "I think a big part of the reason is that you don't hide what you have done at all, and you look like a 'shrike hanging corpse' declaring your territory."
Agnes curled her lips with unclear meaning and said, "Then there should be many people on the sea who can be called 'Shrike'."
"That should be partly due to the shrike's colorful feathers." Anderson added after Agnes finished.
"Heh, the feathers are gorgeous," Agnes raised her eyebrows, "Are you trying to compliment me or provoke me?"
Agnes nodded thoughtfully without waiting for Anderson to respond, "It turns out that consciousness and unconsciousness coexist."
She paused and said completely plainly: "You want something from me, Mr. Hood."
Anderson took a deep breath, nodded, and said quickly: "Yes, Ms. Boethia."
