This is not like a mass in the traditional sense, but more like a ceremony with no purpose. Agnes can definitely make this judgment.
Most of the people they looked at had a strange crimson excitement on their faces, showing a strange kind of piety, but they never made any sound, with a winter-like silence.
The instrument that should be called the pipe organ at the end of the auditorium caught Agnes's attention. Compared to it, the musicians who could only be called tiny were playing almost dancing. In front of him, there was a sound pipe that almost reached the roof. Covering the entire wall, the two-story high-ceiling design and the converging dome make the space visually infinitely elongated. One side is decorated with angel sculptures, making it seem as if it is far away in the kingdom of God that people imagine.
This image of an angel with wings is quite popular, and such thoughts flashed through Agnes' mind.
Anderson followed Agnes' gaze and sighed.
"This guy is quite exaggerated," he raised his eyebrows and said aloud, "it's obviously just an island the size of a city."
"Did you and Okfa see it the last time you explored?" Agnes asked.
"There is an organ," Anderson thought for a moment before speaking out, "but it's never this big."
"Then this is something that needs to be thought about," Agnes said in a calm voice, "Either our own reasons lead to differences in our observations during the two explorations..."
"...Or," Agnes paused before speaking thoughtfully, "this ruins has undergone some kind of change since you left last time, and what is shown in front of us There was a change in the organ.”
Okfa smiled reluctantly and said in a voice that was close to a mutter: "I just hope it's neither."
"Look at those people pushing the wind over there," Edwina said from the side, "There are at least dozens of them."
"Before Emperor Roselle created the machinery to blow the wind, an organ of this size," she commented, her voice calm, "could have been played loud enough to be heard by an entire city."
"The whole city..." Anderson sighed, "Then people must be punctual in attending services."
"There is no way to solve the problems we are facing now by relying on discussion alone," Spasnerecki said. The light was so small that it was almost imperceptible. It condensed and dissipated in his hands, looking a little anxious. "No amount of analysis is enough." Take action and see.”
Agnes and Edwina looked at each other and said nothing. They just sat quietly in the back row and looked forward. The powerful sound of the organ and the unintelligible hymns echoed in the slightly empty space. In the building, the children in the choir stood in several rows according to height. Their clothes were not like the simple robes in most churches. Instead, they had a bit of palace-specific luxury, and the messy asymmetry unique to the Fourth Age was reflected on the black dresses. The performance is vivid and vivid, but there is a strange sense of coordination.
These children sang very hard, but most of the audience's attention was not on them.
They stared at the marble-carved statue behind the priest with almost excitement. The statue had a pale background but its handsome face was concealed by its majesty and solemnity. It had a crown with unknown color but complicated asymmetrical decoration. It sat high on the throne and was pale without pupils. The eyeballs seemed to be staring at everyone in the auditorium, but no one could feel any emotion other than coldness from those pupilless eyes.
Agnes traced her gaze along the sequence of the statue of the God and the priest below, and finally stopped at the back of a lady wearing a white gauze hat in her hair and a blue velvet dress in front of the seat.
Is that the countess from before? Agnes half-closed her eyes and frowned slightly.
Based on the woman's posture, where her gaze was likely to rest... Agnes cast her gaze to the open space in front of the choir children.
She was keenly aware of a slight incongruity, that it seemed a little too empty.
Was it...that there was supposed to be one person?
That should be a person who has the most exquisite skills and is responsible for singing the most gorgeous movements. This person should be...
Ariadne Humbert, a name that had been mentioned many times, naturally came to her mind. Only this castrato, who was highly praised by people here, had such a possibility and qualification.
"It's a pity that Ariadne didn't come." Her keen hearing allowed her to capture the whispers in the distance.
"I have expected it," another voice said, "This is a training session for the choir. There is no need for Aliadni to participate. He only needs to appear on more important occasions. Just fine."
She withdrew her gaze and closed her eyes silently.
A high-pitched singing voice that was completely different from the hymn quietly rang in her ears.
"Darkness is coming,"
"The numb world turns a blind eye."
"Look at the world going to fission,"
"No one can turn the situation around."
"The body is rotten,"
"The glory is about to fade,"
"Ghosts swarm."
"What are you hesitating about?"
"It's already time,"
"The deadline is approaching and time is running out."
Where does this song come from? Agnes suddenly opened her eyes, and everything in front of her eyes remained unchanged, whether it was the cold and distant buildings, or the clergy and believers who were in unusual excitement.
"What did you find?" Edwina on one side noticed Agnes's abnormality and asked in a low voice.
"Look at that lady." Agnes motioned to Edwina softly.
"That lady...the Countess?" Edwina came to the same conclusion as Agnes with some hesitation, "She looks very different...she looks more like A gentle girl.”
"Piety, kindness, perseverance," Agnes's words were almost silent. Her eyes stayed on the back of the blue velvet dress for a moment and then moved away to look at the priest further ahead, "If the image is like this now , maybe someone will really believe such an evaluation."
"This Mass is coming to an end," she began softly, "perhaps it's time for us to understand a few things more deeply."
She stood up, winked at Edwina, and then gradually distanced herself from the believers who filed out.
Agnes fell at the end, and saw a girl in a blue velvet dress pushing aside the lush ivy from a distance, and her figure disappeared into the depths of the garden.
She didn't hear any sound for nearly a few minutes, and then the clear voice unique to a young woman rang out.
"This marriage is not so much chosen by me as it is chosen by my father for me."
"I have always been a docile person," the girl in a blue velvet dress said calmly, "I believe that my doting father will choose the most suitable one for me."
"But after he made his choice, he called me to his side and asked me not to trust my husband." A slight tremor gradually appeared in her voice, and she had the characteristic of imitating the old man's speech. "He told me that if I One day when you are cornered, just go ahead and be a bad boy, kill and murder, even if the object is the husband he chose for me..."
"But maybe I want more than this. I don't want to wait until I'm desperate... I want something more," her voice gradually became a little colder, "Then are you willing to help me?"
