In front of me is an ordinary-looking village.
For countries in the northern continent, villages of this size can only be said to be commonplace. But for the Southern Continent, it is already the largest settlement in the surrounding area.
The overly dense forest did not grow here, but was replaced by grass that was nearly half a person tall. There is a tall spindle tree in the grass that looks like a radish, looking like a vase with green branches.
This is as it should be. The rainforest is not suitable for human survival. Whether it is high temperature or too humid climate, or various beasts and mosquitoes, it is enough to deter most people. Even for Agnes, walking through the rainforest was a bit of a chore.
Agnes was not blocked when she walked into the village. This should be attributed to her current image of a young girl from the Southern Continent.
It seems that a sacrifice for unknown reasons has just been completed in the village. The man wearing the Loen uniform fell to the ground, and the sharpened stone knife was accurately pierced into his heart, and the splattered blood stained the strange ink lines.
Agnes saw several eight or nine-year-old children looking at the people lying on the ground from a distance and watching the adults busy. A boy looked pale and was laughed at by several other boys, seemingly because he had just been frightened by the murder scene.
"When I grow old enough to rape women, I can also kill people." The boy argued for himself.
"It's easy, little guy," the adult on the side laughed out loud after hearing the boy's words, and said casually, "Everything will happen naturally when the time comes. Of course you can become a real man."
A trace of inexplicable sadness arose in Agnes's heart, and she looked away, no longer looking there.
"The leader is waiting for you here." The person who led her into the village interrupted her thoughts.
In front of you is a gray brick building, with no excessive color except for the blue wet marks left by moss.
Agnes nodded and walked straight into it.
Sitting in the room was a man wearing loose linen white clothes and white trousers. He wore a straw hat with black eagle feathers on his head. He was holding a rough clay pot in his hand and stirring something with a wooden spoon.
The other party glanced at Agnes and said nothing, just focusing on the movements in his hands.
Agnes found a random place to sit down and looked at the furnishings in the room.
She saw a skull inlaid with gems on a wooden cabinet with an obvious old color. The pale color was covered by dark ink, making it look weird and mysterious.
The tools for handling the corpse were thrown carelessly on a greasy, rough-edged linen cloth that looked like it had been used not long ago, and a rolled up shroud was placed next to it.
"Are you interested in them?" The man put down the clay pot in his hand and asked with interest.
"This is the most basic, isn't it?" Agnes asked casually.
The man stared at Agnes and gradually smiled, his smile carrying an indescribable ferocious meaning, and his voice carrying obvious madness.
His hand suddenly reached towards his waist, where a gun was stuck.
When he raised his hand, Agnes had already disappeared from the spot. Her left hand was clasped around the man's neck. Her black nails dug into his neck, and bright red blood flowed down between her fingers.
"Ha...you are...the...school...ha...sir..." Even if the man was beaten by Ange Nisi pinched her neck, still smiling maniacally, and her words were squeezed out bit by bit from the gap.
Agnes calmly threw the man away.
The man's body hit the wooden cabinet, and the jet-black skull inlaid with gems fell to the ground, making a "clang" sound.
The guard outside the door pushed open the door almost immediately, pointing the gun in his hand at Agnes.
"Stop! Hahaha -" The man lay on the ground and did not stand up. Instead, he covered his neck and laughed crazily while shouting to the guard.
"'Madman'?" Agnes asked the man, not paying attention to the guard who slowly put down his gun hesitantly.
"I am!" the man replied with an excited voice and a high-pitched tone.
"Let them out." Agnes squatted down next to the man and said softly.
The man gradually became quiet under Agnes' gaze, his ferocious and crazy face showing a little fear.
"Let them out," Agnes repeated.
"Get out!" the man shouted.
The guard hesitated and didn't move.
"Get out!" The man leaned forward and almost sat up, his voice sounded almost angry.
The guard almost subconsciously ran out of the room, and the door, which was not very strong, was slammed hard, blocking the light outside the door.
"Who guided you into the extraordinary?" Agnes asked in a low voice.
"My teacher...he..." the man said almost hesitantly, "he is dead."
"Who taught you the 'digestion' method?" Agnes continued to ask.
"My teacher's friend." The man replied quietly.
"'Crazy' is an appearance rather than a reality," Agnes looked at the man with some pity and said softly, "Losing one's mind is a means, not an end."
The man was a little stunned listening to Agnes's words, but Agnes ignored the man's reaction and spoke again.
"You didn't get the magic potion for promotion from your teacher, but from your teacher's 'friends'?" Her last words had an almost joking tone.
The man nodded blankly.
"This 'friend' advocates indulgence?" Agnes said with a little certainty in her tone.
The man was silent and showed no reaction.
Agnes stood up and patted her clothes casually.
"You also joined the 'indulgence'." Agnes said with a slight sigh.
"What can I do!" The man suddenly became angry, "Restraint, moderate!"
"Can penance allow us to defeat the invasion of Intis and Loen? Can temperance give us the power to protect our loved ones? Temperance will weaken with every full moon, but indulgence will win more power. You..."
"I do not belong to the 'Rose School', whether it is 'temperance' or 'indulgence'," Agnes raised her eyebrows and interrupted the man's words, "I do not believe in that god."
The man opened his mouth but said no more words.
"Of course, I really want to meet someone who belongs to the 'indulgence' category. This is the original intention of me coming to see you," Agnes smiled and said casually, and the words after that were almost whispering, "Whether it's ' Temperance' or 'indulgence', you have to see it to know what it is like."
"I hope you can satisfy me." Agnes bent down and stared at the man closely.
The man trembled slightly under Agnes' gaze and nodded stiffly.
Agnes straightened up with satisfaction, turned and walked out the door.
"Be careful," Agnes paused before pushing the door open and said casually, "the aura of depravity in your body is almost enough to attract a powerful 'demon'."
