Nightingale's presence always carries a different tune, a fact that Agnes discovered since she couldn't resist listening to the whispers in the hearts of everyone around her.
This time, Nightingale's appearance was accompanied by the beautiful and lingering serenade played by Fenebaud, which made Agnes relax slightly subconsciously. Uncontrollable fatigue spread, and she raised her hand to rub her temples.
"What kind of music can be so moving that no one wants to leave?" Agnes asked directly without hesitation.
"Perhaps it's not the songs that are charming," Nightingale thought for a while and replied, "but the dreams described in the songs are fascinating to the world that doesn't exist that brings everyone to them."
Agnes paused as she pressed her fingers to her temples.
"Indeed, everything humans see is too pale compared to what they imagine..." Agnes whispered to herself after a long time.
"Madam?" Nightingale said curiously.
Agnes raised her head and looked at Nightingale, her voice a little lazy and hoarse.
"If the door is bright enough," Agnes said slowly, "how can we see clearly what's behind the door?"
"That's probably... letting one's sight pass through the slit of darkness?" Nightingale replied somewhat uncertainly.
Agnes nodded and said nothing. She just held her head and looked at Nightingale's cheeks that were turning red under her gaze.
"Is there anything wrong with my answer, ma'am?" Nightingale couldn't help but ask.
"No problem, it makes sense." Agnes put down the hand supporting her head, straightened up, and nodded seriously.
The tips of Nightingale's ears turned red uncontrollably for a moment, and she clenched her hands and then loosened them.
"I...you don't look well, ma'am," Nightingale said hesitantly, "Would you like me to sing to you, ma'am?"
"Of course," Agnes laughed and whispered, "I want a serenade, and if it's a lullaby, even better."
"My pleasure." Nightingale nodded seriously, the ripples spread slowly, her figure disappeared, and the newly-appeared music box on the coffee table in front of Agnes was gorgeously decorated, and the soft and sweet melody was filled bit by bit. Filled the whole room.
Agnes slowly closed her eyes to the peaceful tune, and the room became completely quiet.
...
The days on the boat were boring from some perspectives, but novel from another perspective.
The crew tried every means to get Edwina's attention, but Edwina only wanted to let these people study hard.
Even if she has made plans to go to the ruins where many dangers have been identified, Edwina's teaching plan has not stopped. Agnes sometimes goes to listen to her lectures to the crew - in her words, learning is every moment. Things that have to be done must not be stopped for any reason.
Anderson's flirting with cats and dogs was annoying, and Agnes even suspected that if the "arsonist" hadn't been able to fight well, a certain crew member, no, the entire crew on the ship would have knocked him out and thrown him into the sea to feed the sharks.
Oak's Law deepens the stereotype of believers of the Church of the Mother Goddess at sea, and plants various strange plants on ships to improve everyone's lives. From this point of view, she was incompetent at all as a nun of the Mother Earth Church. Agnes could not help but sigh sometimes.
As for Spasnerecki, the "Knight of the Dawn" looks cheerful but has a clear sense of distance from ordinary crew members. He has a little "knight" character in the traditional sense and has his own pride.
As for Agnes herself, she didn't feel that she had shown anything scary about a "living corpse", but the crew was always afraid of her, especially when Capas followed Agnes.
"I'm not going to eat your body." Agnes finally said unbearably after hearing the crew's fearful voices again.
The voice in her heart turned from whispers to screams almost instantly. Agnes couldn't help but rub her ears and watched the crew members run away in a hurry.
"Hahahaha..." Anderson's laughter was obviously discerning. Agnes put down the hand rubbing her ears and turned her head to look at the shadow behind her.
Anderson was holding his stomach with one hand until he was laughing so hard that he couldn't stand upright with laughter, and the other hand was leaning on the wall.
"If you don't want the extraordinary characteristics, donate them to those in need!" Agnes almost blurted out.
As soon as she finished speaking, Agnes herself was stunned for a moment. It was definitely not her own style to speak like this, but these words with even a hint of embarrassment gave her an irrepressible sense of familiarity.
Just like...just like...
Agnes stopped there, eyes half lowered, thoughts tumbling in her mind.
"I didn't expect..." Anderson didn't explain what he said, he was stroking his chin and looking at Agnes smacking her lips.
Then he looked at Agnes' current state and sighed in disappointment.
"Why does it look like an amnesiac ancient corpse that was just turned up from the coffin now?" Anderson sighed softly.
Agnes took a breath, collected her thoughts, left the passage and went straight to the deck.
Edwina, Okfa, and Spasnerecki have all come to the deck, looking at the sky solemnly.
The air flow formed there, coiled into wind, and roared, covering a large area with no visible edges. The light inside was dim, and lightning with a deep feeling passed through one after another, making the surrounding scene look like the end of the world.
"Storm?" Agnes whispered, then shook her head the next moment, "No, it still contains the breath of the spirit world."
"There are such records in many occult books," Edwina said with a serious expression. "The great power of Death when it fell not only changed the climate and environment of the ocean between the northern and southern continents, making it full of natural disasters and dangerous currents. In the name of violence, it also breaks the barrier between reality and illusion, pollutes and destroys the corresponding spiritual world, allowing the two sides to influence each other..."
"We didn't go from Longwei Island on the Rhoside Islands just to avoid encountering this situation as much as possible," the chief mate there said casually while yelling at the crew, "We must deviate from the safe channel. If we go there, we will deviate." It will take longer to reach the safe channel.”
Agnes casually directed Capas to come forward to help.
"I can feel that the dark lightning bred in the clouds is extremely dangerous." Agnes glanced at the shadows under the sea. She vaguely saw bloody arms waving upwards, "And there are also other things under the sea. A mystery brews.”
"This is the last voyage before reaching the ruins," Spasnerecki's eyes flashed with a strange light, "Leaving the area covered by dark clouds, we will reach our destination."
