Agnes strongly agrees with Anderson's words. Relics that are truly related to gods are by no means an opportunity for mid- and low-sequence Beyonders, but a disaster.
As for Spasnerecki who would make such a conjecture, Agnes glanced at him and couldn't help but think deeply.
The Church of the God of War and the Church of the Goddess of Night will definitely pay great attention to the remains of the God of Death. Such thoughts flashed through her mind for a moment, and then Agnes began to think about why she had such thoughts.
It seemed that these paths were interchangeable, and a new thought flashed through her mind again. At the next moment, she found words more suitable for such a situation in the fragments in the corner of her memory.
They are "adjacent pathways" so...
In an instant, the stinging pain of unknown origin spread almost throughout the entire soul. It seemed to come from the mind, from the heart, but also seemed to come from nowhere. This feeling was just a phantom pain that originated in the imagination.
In the next moment, the stinging pain seemed to have completely disappeared, or maybe it was just gathered in a certain place that she could not yet identify, leaving only the uncontrollable mental exhaustion and a faint roar ringing in her ears, but when An Gyniss completely disappeared when she chose to listen.
Agnes gathered her thoughts and didn't think about anything anymore. She just leaned back in her chair and listened to the exchanges of several people casually. She didn't speak for a long time until they started discussing living corpses.
"Ms. Boethia," Edwina looked at Agnes, "What do you think about the living corpses in the city?"
"I think there is no doubt about one thing," Agnes said, "We are not planning to kill all the living corpses in the city."
"Hey," Anderson said as if he heard some unbelievable joke, "If anyone thinks that, their brain must have been eaten by a living corpse."
Agnes's eyes suddenly stopped on Anderson, and Capas also made the same move.
The next moment, Agnes raised the corner of her mouth with a smile, and then said in a soft voice: "If Mr. Hood is willing to sacrifice generously, I think Capas doesn't mind."
Anderson immediately raised his hands, "I swear, I just subconsciously repeated what Emperor Roselle said."
"Oh, maybe Emperor Roselle really said that." Agnes nodded meaningfully, leaving an order for Capas to keep threatening Anderson with her eyes.
Emperor Rosell's version - I don't know who said it but me, right... Agnes felt a little funny in her heart, but it didn't show on her face. She looked away and continued her previous words.
"Then the second point is, are the living corpses or the 'hallucination' really dominant in this ruins?" Agnes' expression became serious, she straightened up and said.
"It is currently known that the behavior in the 'hallucination' can affect the attitude of the living zombies in reality and determine whether they will hunt us." Agnes slowed down her speech, "So, it seems like, explore that' The content of "The Illusion" may be more important."
"Yes," Edwina nodded in agreement, "But the biggest problem now is that we know that if we are too immersed in that 'illusion', the risk of staying there forever will increase, and it will even be almost impossible to survive."
"Then this is what we need to consider," Agnes said. "We need to analyze the experiences of previous victims and try to find some clues that may be helpful."
"Hey, 'sacrifice', this word is really..." Anderson did not finish his words, just smacked his lips and shook his head, "If it had been a few years earlier, maybe I would have said the same thing."
Agnes glanced at Anderson and leaned back in her chair.
"I have a guess," Edwina hesitated and then said, "I summarized the experiences of those gentlemen who stayed in the ruins forever. One thing they have in common is that they heard singing in the theater."
"Yes, I remember Akers said the singing there was beautiful," Okfa shook his head, "and I didn't hear anything."
"Then those guys gradually forgot about reality and transformed into the living corpses in the ruins," Anderson spread his hands. "Until we tried to take them away from the ruins, they even attacked us."
"It seems we have found part of the factor," Agnes said. "Hopefully it can help."
Several people nodded, and the whole room fell silent for a moment.
"In addition, I think there is another situation that needs to be thought of in advance," Agnes thought for a moment and said, "If under certain circumstances, the rules of the ruins are changed, all the living zombies will be hostile and attack us. , how do we not allow ourselves to stay there forever?”
Everyone was quiet for a while, and then Okfa looked at Agnes and smiled bitterly: "I think none of us can answer this question..."
Okfa shook his head and shrugged.
"When you become a treasure hunter, you must be prepared to die in a certain ruins." Spasnerecki laughed and said casually.
Agnes looked around at several people and nodded.
Some people rely on something, some people put knowledge above life and death, and some people truly believe that they will never get what they want unless they put life and death on the balance.
"Okay." Agnes nodded and said nothing more.
She stood up and put the wide-brimmed hat on her head.
"Then please allow me to go back to the room to rest and think about some more detailed issues," Agnes bowed slightly while holding her wide-brimmed hat, "Kappas also needs some more detailed maintenance."
"Okay, thank you, Ms. Boethia." Edwina nodded.
Agnes nodded casually, turned and left the room. Capas also stood up from the corner and followed Agnes.
The sea breeze, which was much cooler than during the day, blew by, making Agnes feel that her mental fatigue was relieved a little.
She glanced at the crimson moon in the sky and the stars hidden in the moonless light.
"Venus..." Agnes whispered, and immediately shook her head, "Yes, Venus."
She casually nodded to the crew members who greeted her and returned to her room.
"Nightingale," Agnes whispered.
The vague ripples spread, and Nightingale's figure appeared in front of Agnes before her voice could finish.
"I have some questions to ask you," Agnes said softly, "my dear Nightingale."
