The depths of the cave are completely dark. For ordinary people, even the stalactites in front of them can only be distinguished by touch.
But the eyesight of the "living corpse" is enough for Agnes to see everything hidden in the darkness.
The almost terrace-like ground is filled with blood-red water, and the natural barrier formed by the huge stone walls forms a cave large enough to accommodate several people.
Among them, on top of the broken and rotten mud, two children hugged each other, and their two pairs of eyes stared at Agnes and the girl warily, their eyes shining like hungry wolves when reflected by the torch.
Agnes and the girl looked at each other. Agnes walked straight towards the two children, and the girl raised the torch in her hand a little higher.
Agnes squatted down about one meter away from the two children, with a slight smile on her lips, trying to look more gentle.
One of the two children in front of me looked to be five or six years old, and the other looked to be only three or four years old. They were covered in mud, and their original faces could not be seen clearly.
Agnes slowly stretched out one of her arms and approached the two children.
The child who looked to be three or four years old shrank back tremblingly, trying to hide himself in a further corner.
The child who looked to be five or six years old had eyes that became more and more ferocious, revealing his fangs like a wild beast.
"I won't hurt you, child," Agnes said in a soft voice.
The child, who looked to be five or six years old, pounced on Agnes almost as soon as she finished speaking, and bit her palm accurately with slightly sharp teeth.
Agnes heard a slight "click" sound.
The child biting Agnes' palm trembled, and opened his mouth in a daze. A few white and tender baby teeth fell on the blood-stained stone wall, making a few "ta-da" sounds.
Agnes looked at the child in front of her who suddenly froze, her eyes suddenly turned red, and she had a bad feeling in her heart.
"Wow——" The child in front of him sat back on the ground and suddenly started crying, "——Broken, broken——"
"Wow--"
The smaller child hiding behind also started crying along with the child's cry.
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Coaxing children is not an easy task.
Even though Agnes is a nun in the Church of the Mother Earth in name only, she has rarely encountered such a thing.
After all, her stay at the monastery in Feneport City was too short, and in Sevia she was always taken care of by the old nuns because she was too young.
"She is still a child herself!" the old nuns in Sevia always say.
This cave is not a place to stay for a long time, and hidden dangers are everywhere, whether it is the danger of the cave itself or the danger of extraordinary power that may appear.
Agnes could only forcefully carry the two children out. The power of the "living corpse" was beyond what the two children could resist.
The girl holding the torch followed Agnes silently. The faint smell of blood gradually disappeared. The tattered ruins, the vitalityless grass and trees, and the scorch marks on the mountain walls were gradually left behind. .
The two children seemed to understand something, but they seemed not to understand anything. They just cried harder, then gradually became exhausted and fell asleep in Agnes's arms.
"Where are you going next?" the girl asked after walking out of the road between the cliffs. Her eyes fell on the two children in Agnes's arms.
"They need a complete examination." Agnes said casually, shaking the two children.
The girl nodded seriously.
"Is Mr. Chester in Star Plateau?" Agnes asked.
The girl nodded.
"It seems I have to stay with you." Agnes said with a smile.
The girl looked at Agnes and nodded seriously.
"Okay," she replied.
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In front of you is a magnificent city on a hill.
The city made of huge rocks has an obvious ancient highland style, decorated with patterns of strange birds, long snakes, feathers, and masks. You can vaguely see the prosperity of the past, but at the same time it has an inexplicable sense of dilapidation. Many houses are in ruins. It was left vacant, and in some places the dense weeds had propped up the heavy stones, leaving their own green traces in the gray and black.
"It's a pity." Agnes couldn't help but sigh.
The girl beside her glanced at Agnes and said nothing.
She took a few quick steps and led Agnes across the central square of the city, heading higher.
At the highest point of the city is a huge pyramid-like building, which obviously has a sacrificial function. The gray boulders almost turn white in the sunlight. At the bottom of the stones, green weeds grow in every crack.
"Mr. Chester."
Agnes saw the shadow under the stairs from a distance.
The man with curly black hair and tanned skin seemed almost to blend in with everything around him in the sun-blocked gloom.
Mr. Chester looked at the boy from the Southern Continent who looked to be fifteen or sixteen years old and was holding two children in front of him, and hesitated for a moment.
"...Boethia?" he asked, hesitatingly only saying his last name.
"No, it's Sharif Hashim." Agnes blinked and said slightly mischievously.
Mr. Chester sighed helplessly and turned to look at the girl next to him.
"Miss Sharon," Mr. Chester said with a little respect, "Her Highness Tiny Cole is here."
The girl nodded, but looked at Agnes and the two children in Agnes' arms.
"Their inspection... Mr. Chester should know how to arrange it?" Agnes said with a raised eyebrow.
The girl looked at Agnes as if she wanted to ask something, but finally gave up. She just nodded slightly and walked up the stairs.
"Miss Sharon probably didn't mean what you just said." Mr. Chester looked at Sharon's back and said.
"I know," Agnes said with a wink, "She just never officially told me her name, and then you said it out, Mr. Chester."
"Uh..." Mr. Chester's words were stuck.
"To be honest, the more you don't speak, the less you want to speak. In the end, when you need to speak, you don't know what to say." Agnes sighed.
Mr. Chester turned his head to look at Agnes and said in a calm tone: "It seems that you are very enlightened."
Agnes looked at Mr. Chester's eyes and blinked.
"Okay, let's change the topic." Agnes said softly.
"I heard that Prosecutor Pagani of Ellesmere Port suddenly left his job some time ago and ran to Behrens Port. He stayed for a day and then rushed back." Mr. Chester looked at Agnes and said He said slowly, "I heard that he was not in a good mood when he went back."
"Mr. Chester, you are really well-informed." Agnes said in an almost mumbling voice.
Mr. Chester made no reaction and just looked at Agnes.
"Okay, I admit, I didn't let him see me." Agnes gradually calmed down all her expressions under Mr. Chester's gaze.
"It's raining in the world. I'm the one walking forward in the rain. Some people come to me and hold an umbrella for me. I'm very grateful to them." Agnes raised the corners of her mouth slightly and said softly, "But no necessary."
"I have to move forward. Getting wet in the rain is a necessary price to pay, and the umbrella is a burden I have to throw away."
"They don't need to hold an umbrella for me, because then I won't be able to walk fast and they will get wet."
"no need."
