Some old wooden doors made a "squeaking" sound.
Sharon followed the sound.
A young man with a delicate face and bronze skin walked out, still with a little thought in his eyes.
"What are you thinking about?" Sharon asked softly.
"I was thinking-" Agnes said with a slight smile. "Her Highness Tinichole's humanity has been maintained very well."
"Human nature?" Sharon glanced at Agnes, her voice almost inaudible.
Agnes smiled and said nothing.
This was indeed part of her thinking.
This angel was very different from what she had seen before in the spirit world - Him, no, even though she was obviously suppressing it, it was enough to make Agnes feel something that she cared about with all her strength.
The voice coming from the depths of this angel's heart is obscured by something, but even using the most common means of recognizing others is enough to see it clearly.
Agnes closed her eyes and thought.
The teardrop-shaped black gem with a few cracks was made into a bow tie-like decoration, decorating the dress of the palace dress, shining brightly under the candlelight, and even a little dazzling.
"Your situation is very dangerous," Agnes glanced at the conspicuous black gem and said to the blond woman with red eyes, "You are His most influential anchor."
The blond woman with red eyes nodded almost invisible, then looked at Agnes and said casually with a calm face:
"more than."
Is this the previous sentence or the latter sentence? Agnes couldn't help but think, but the blond woman with red eyes did not continue to explain, but said something else abruptly.
"Initially, everyone who wants to join the school needs to make an oath to the gods."
There was no fluctuation in her tone, but Agnes felt a little complicated meaning in it.
"The oath can guarantee the loyalty of every member to the greatest extent and ensure that they cannot leave the school."
"But Mr. Conti left." Agnes said with a raised eyebrow.
The woman with blond hair and red eyes nodded slightly.
"Is it an attempt?" Agnes asked softly.
She said nothing and remained silent.
"I see."
Agnes sighed and suddenly laughed again.
"Your attitude towards me is too gentle." Agnes said with some emotion.
The blonde woman looked at Agnes with a calm expression.
"What kind of attitude do you want me to have?" she asked calmly.
"There are no expectations," Agnes said with a smile, "just a little bit of imagination."
"I received His gift, He did not ask for anything from me." The blond woman with red eyes unexpectedly opened her mouth to explain.
"You are His apostle," she said calmly.
Agnes withdrew her thoughts and looked at Sharon.
"I wonder if I have access to something as confidential as the map from the Star Plateau to the Pas Valley?"
Agnes asked with a little teasing in her tone, as if she was joking.
Sharon looked at Agnes's expression, thoughtfully.
"Are you ready to leave?" she asked aloud.
"Of course," Agnes tilted her head, with a slight smile in her tone, "Sharif is a bard."
"There are no bards in the Southern Continent now," Sharon said in a calm tone, but serious enough. "At least not from the Star Plateau to the Pas Valley."
"I know," Agnes shrugged, "But it doesn't matter. I want to see the Southern Continent. Being a bard is just an excuse."
"Those two children..." Sharon started, but then hesitantly stopped her words.
Agnes tilted her head and looked at her with some confusion.
"We'll take care of them."
Sharon said seriously.
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"Mr. Chester said Lani was placed in Pass Valley."
There was drizzle in the forest, and Agnes subconsciously raised her hand to press the brim of her hat, but only touched the wet tips of her hair on her forehead. She was stunned for a moment, then sighed and shrugged.
"We have to break the habit quickly."
Faint ripples appeared, and a nightingale suddenly appeared on Agnes's shoulder.
"The city of Llano is temporarily stable, and Ms. Rani likes it there very much." Nightingale's voice rang in Agnes's ears, "What are you going to do next, madam?"
"You still have to go and take a look." Agnes wiped away the rainwater that flowed down her slightly curly hair onto her cheeks, and said casually, almost to herself.
“The Temperances showed me their situation,” Agnes whispered. “They were in trouble, whether extraordinary or ordinary.”
"The gods they believe in are powerless. This is the most fundamental thing. The birth of 'God's Sin' is enough to prove this."
"The battle between the two factions in the Southern Continent and the Sunia Sea is enough to show that their control over the Rose School of Thought is extremely low..." Agnes said in a calm tone, "The Rose School of Thought has been completely split. Even the attitude of the sensualists in doing things in Bayam is enough to show that they do not regard the temperancers as the first enemy to deal with."
"To put it bluntly, if His Highness Tinichole hadn't existed, the Temperance Faction would never have been able to resist the Indulgence Faction, and His Highness would never have been able to hold on for too long. This is an extraordinary dilemma."
"Ahem..." Nightingale seemed to be choked by something. She seemed to want to ask something, but she held it back.
Agnes lowered her head, glanced at the little nightingale on her shoulder, and smiled.
"That Highness is the daughter of the founder of the ancient Highland Kingdom. She has a great influence on ordinary people in the Southern Continent, but the colonization from the Northern Continent broke this."
"When I was in Kangbo Town, when I asked Miss Sharon if there was a custom of living sacrifices there, her answer was very interesting." She slowed down and said softly.
"'They hate the Intis people and it's hard to stop them,'" Agnes said in a calm tone. "Many of the sacrifices chosen by the living sacrifices will be captives. This custom is an indulgence of the hatred in the heart."
"The temperance faction today will never advocate human sacrifice, but if they stop it, they will never be recognized by ordinary people - blood feuds cannot be easily let go."
"If they don't stop it - then this is a hotbed for the development of indulgences," Agnes said in a calm but affirmative tone. "Most people who have tasted the taste of indulgence, their perseverance is not enough to move them towards temperance."
"It's a dilemma, a trade-off has to be made, and that's their dilemma in terms of the general faithful."
Agnes raised her head and looked at the gradually sparse jungle in front of her. The closely packed wooden houses came into Agnes' eyes through the gaps in the forest. The faint smell of blood floated along with the tide. Come on, she sighed slightly.
"Obviously," Agnes said softly.
"They can't solve any of these."
