Agnes stepped on the dead grass between the paths, and the scene of a girl in a blue velvet dress parting the lush ivy flashed in her mind.
She raised her head, looked at the few people who were staying far away by the ornately carved stone arch, and walked towards them faster.
"What's the matter, Agnes?" Edwina asked aloud, keenly noticing Agnes' thoughtful gaze as she glanced at the dark green patch of wood clinging to the arch.
"I just noticed some problems," Agnes said, "like the variety of plants in the garden."
Almost as soon as Agnes said these words, Okefa subconsciously followed Agnes' gaze and looked at the ivy climbing on the stone arch.
"This is..." He subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab the slender branches covered with soft hairs, but pulled back when he was about to touch them. "How could it be ivy? Why did I do it before? Will you notice?"
"Is there something wrong with Ivy?" Spasnerecki asked with some confusion.
"It would be no problem to see such vigorous ivy on the northern continent and the northern islands of the Sunia Sea," Okfa explained, "but this is an island on the violent sea."
"For these plants that are strong most of the time, it's just too hot and humid here," he continued, looking around the entire garden. "The high temperature and sultry heat will stagnate their growth."
"Why didn't I notice them at all until Ms. Boethia spoke up..." he muttered.
"In addition, maybe you also want to know the whereabouts of the young lady just now," Agnes said. "I only heard her stating her predicament to others and asking for help."
"That lady is probably the scary lady from before?" Anderson asked with obvious curiosity on his face, "What's the dilemma?"
"Maybe it's because you feel that your marriage is unfulfilling? Maybe it's because you're thinking about your independent personality?" Agnes shrugged, "It depends on how you interpret it."
She repeated exactly what she had just heard without adding any additional comments.
"Did you only hear this lady's voice?" Edwina asked thoughtfully.
Agnes answered in the affirmative without hesitation.
Edwina didn't ask any more questions, but looked back thoughtfully at the direction Agnes came from.
"The auditorium of this church does not enshrine the statue of the God of Death that you saw during your last exploration." Agnes looked at Anderson. "Judging from the mass just now, it is definitely not a belief from the Southern Continent."
"This is a very important difference," Agnes retracted her gaze and whispered, "The change of beliefs on this island is likely to have caused more consequences, especially after the Four Emperors War. Before the Pale Catastrophe.”
...
Two months.
It had only been three months since Agnes left the city of Feneport. Aurelio took out his handkerchief and carefully wiped off the mud on the note. He folded the note and put it in. Most of the time, it was just used as a decoration. in the breast pocket.
The note was for him, Aurelio understood when he finally calmed down.
Agnes has always been smart and rational. He sometimes felt that if she were not too young and in poor health, she would definitely be a more qualified heir than him, but he was always easily affected by the emotions in his heart.
He was not surprised that Agnes guessed that he would choose Ellesmere Port. After all, she knew her brother well enough - Agnes went to the Southern Continent, so he would definitely stay closer during this period. in the Southern Continent; and in the turbulent situation, my father would definitely let himself temporarily leave the city of Feneport and start from more basic things.
But the content of the words on Agnes's note made him couldn't help but think more.
Extremely happy and extremely unhappy people have a tendency to be ruthless. Only those whose families are neither poor nor rich, and whose fate is neither good nor bad, have a gentle temperament and a compassionate heart.
The contents of the note echoed in his mind, and he inexplicably remembered the conversation that was only more than half a year ago, but it seemed to him that a long time had passed.
At that time, Agnes looked at the parade outside the carriage and spoke calmly.
"People who can read newspapers must at least have a certain social status, and most of these people have various considerations... We need to win over people who are really angry about the guild's practices-ordinary citizens. ."
He thought of the part of the suggestion that was not adopted in the end - establishing an organization belonging to the helpers themselves, and couldn't help but reveal a wry smile. He clearly knew that that was the most important of the three suggestions put forward by Agnes.
Why can't it be passed and adopted?
Is it powerless? Or do you think others are like dust?
"Am I an extremely happy person, or am I an extremely unhappy person?" he almost muttered to himself.
"No," Lord Bartley said with a smile. "Compared with most people in this world, you must be an object of envy; but for yourself, there must be some misfortunes that make you painful and regretful."
...
"There are two types of people who always think more," Agnes said casually. "One type is soaked in the mud of politics for a long time. Even a little breeze is enough to wrinkle the ripples. It’s dry and cracked;”
"The other kind of people are naturally sensitive and prone to overthinking," Agnes shrugged. "When such a person expresses his or her own understanding, it will be difficult for others to believe how things really are."
"Are you talking about the countess?" Edwina asked.
Agnes nodded and stopped.
"There's someone in front of me," she said in a voice just loud enough for the people next to her to hear.
Edwina tacitly stopped before Agnes could speak, and hid with Agnes in a corner room covered by crimson velvet curtains.
Capas also hid on the other side with the guards.
For a moment, the entire corridor was silent, without any sound, and then the countess's voice sounded, a little more tired than when she saw it less than a quarter of an hour ago.
"Thank you for your concern, sir."
The voice paused for a moment, then continued, "As long as it's something worth caring about, I will care about it."
There was another moment of silence, and then the faint sound of the curtain lifting and falling reached Agnes's ears, and then the crisp sound of the candlestick falling to the ground.
"You understand, as you said before, this is pain." A voice like a whisper between lovers crossed the velvet curtain and passed into Agnes's ears through the rustling. In the brief sound, the following words A sentence came right after -
"Yes, you're right...but the things that make me happy also make me miserable..."
This sound sounded even lower, like the whisper of a dying person.
"...this pain feels real to me again, like a curse..."
The tiny tearing sounds gradually disappeared, and the words that followed seemed to be filled with imperceptible moisture.
"I want you to suffer as much as I do, to sink into the sunless ocean in a curse..."
