"January 22, 1329,"
"When I write this sentence, it has been more than 12 hours since I left Navarre, and the ship will soon arrive at Piven Island."
"It's hard to say whether the scene when we finally left the city of Navarre should be described as spectacular or horrific. Whether it was buildings or living corpses, they were all turned into powder at the sight of the sight, and the sea water was carried along bit by bit. The traces of collapse spread over it, dissolving everything in it, and finally leaving no trace, just like a beautiful dream finally shattered, and everything finally solidified in the form it 'should have'."
"Anderson and the others confessed to me that they made a deal with the Countess. They got what they wanted from the Countess, and the Countess asked them to record traces of Aliadney's existence."
"Traces, wherever there are traces, everything he has has been consumed, and only an unknown name is left in the dream, like a fictional character that has always been a legend in a novel. How did he become No one can tell clearly what purpose he had, what he did, and how he finally disappeared."
"His name has been lost in history, and nothing remains."
"I told Anderson all that I had seen in the countess' dream, and then suggested to him to do the only thing he could do, and paint a picture of Ariadne based on all that I had conveyed to him. Anderson seemed to me was intrigued by the suggestion and thought it was a good inspiration.”
"Edwina was obviously more interested in the ceremony hosted by Ariadne. She proposed to exchange some of her occult knowledge with me for the knowledge related to the ceremony. The knowledge related to this ceremony is very dangerous. I will first It needs to be considered carefully.”
"And Okefa, Okefa seemed to have his own ideas about the countess' request, but he had great doubts about what he got, which was a very strange plant that looked like a rose. The plant of the family has a flame-like luster and dark patches that are unique to the dead. It is parasitic on Okefa's body, and Okefa feels that he cannot fully control it for the time being. Okefa said , the Countess claimed that this plant could cause rebellions of extraordinary power, like like-minded companions parting ways.”
"This description is very interesting, as it seems to regard extraordinary power as a personal, independent existence."
"There is no doubt that I can't give Oakfa any suggestions that can effectively help him control that plant, even if I... have a deep connection with the Church of the Mother Earth."
"The top of the sequence will have an impact on the lower levels of the sequence, so how to reduce the changes caused by the upper levels to the lower levels?"
"Unless the lower levels are essentially different from the lower levels of the same sequence, they look like upward parallel lines that are close together when seen from a distance; or maybe what appears to be at the lower level is actually at the upper level, like a branch that grows in a curved way. "
"It's hard to say what He chose. Whether it was the Stitch he saw before or the door with the emblem of the Earth Mother under the city of Navarre this time, it can only add to the doubts without any answers. ."
"What did I know? What did I forget?"
"There is no doubt that my body will eventually dissolve into His power, and my desires will eventually converge into pure white color. Until the next dawn, my spirit may fall or rise, and my most intense emotions will just turn into A most useless mass of mire resting in His ocean.”
"It's hard to say whether I have any unwillingness as an apostle, and there is no doubt that the person I serve must be a tolerant God. He clearly told me that the answer I need lies in my choice, and I make every decision. The choice inevitably strips away part of me as a human being, just like cutting off a part of a limb that is considered not to exist.”
“But overly intense emotions are not praiseworthy to Him, they are crazy lovers, and whether I rejoice in my gains or suffer in my losses, as His student, His possession, I will always maintain the most rational state, just like watching a dream in which the protagonist is myself..."
The sharp pen tip scratched the paper, and then paused until it left a dark ink mark on the white paper.
Agnes looked at the mark left by her pen tip, sighed and smiled, changed a line, and continued writing.
"But at least, even if what I long for is not worth even a tiny bit of the world's struggle, I am still happy enough to watch every change in this world."
Agnes closed the black notebook, put it in her suitcase, put on a long leather coat and a wide-brimmed hat, and walked out of the room.
"Are you leaving, our Miss Living Corpse?" Anderson's voice sounded in the evening light, and Agnes turned her head subconsciously.
The faint voices of people in the port were mixed with the sounds of the undulating waves, and the rare clear evening in the violent sea was still shrouded in distant clouds.
"Of course." Agnes nodded.
"I kind of want to draw one for you too." Anderson shrugged.
Agnes felt a little funny and raised her hand to press the wide-brimmed hat on her head.
"What do I have to draw?" she said softly.
"At least in the eyes of an artist like me, of course there is." Anderson said casually leaning against the wall.
"Okay," Agnes nodded, "if there is a chance next time."
Anderson nodded and watched Agnes walk out without saying another word.
"Keep in touch." Edwina said as Agnes was about to jump off the side of the ship.
"Of course," Agnes smiled and nodded, "you know my messenger."
"Yeah." Edwina nodded.
Okfa did not speak, but stood in the distance and waved to Agnes. Agnes turned around and waved to him in the same way, then turned around and jumped off the side of the ship.
She watched the ship weigh anchor and leave, then turned and walked toward the port ticket hall.
Piven Island is a large island on the violent sea, and there are still a few people in the ticket hall even in the evening.
Agnes looked around the entire hall, and finally landed on a girl with light blond hair, blue eyes, pale face, and quite delicate appearance. Her eyes looked gloomy and crazy, but her movements looked dignified and elegant. .
She glanced at Agnes when she walked into the ticket hall, and then never looked away. Her seemingly crazy eyes were filled with innocent inquiry.
Agnes smiled, pressed the wide-brimmed hat on her head, and walked towards the girl.
"Hello," Agnes took off her hat and bowed slightly, "I am Ella Boethia."
