The leader here is a Temperance traitor. This is Agnes's inference based on the map given by Sharon.
That map was very interesting. It was made of the most common linen fabric in the Southern Continent, but it had a sense of ancient times that was far beyond what linen fabric could possess. Many locations in the Star Plateau and the Pass River Valley are marked in detail, which is a bit too detailed for such a turbulent era.
There are no overly complicated markings on it, but it can be seen that some places are newly added, and some are so old that the ink has been blurred.
This village is recorded on the map. The recorded time is not too long, but there are no more marks on the surrounding area. This is enough for Agnes to get some information.
Either the surrounding environment is too dangerous to allow further exploration; or the Temperance Faction has lost contact with the village. If we look closely at the reason, the only reason is that the people in this village have either been wiped out or have rebelled and are no longer in contact with the Temperance Faction. .
Judging from the fact that the village still exists and has no other special conditions, it is most likely the last case.
Then it is necessary to meet the leader here. No matter what has happened, the leader can never be bypassed.
The result was not beyond Agnes' expectations. Of course, for the villagers in this village, compared to other conjectures, this fact was undoubtedly lucky.
Agnes looked at the children playing and playing in the village. Although they were covered in mud and even half-clothed, they were still alive and had smiles on their faces, as if all the pain caused by the war had never existed.
"Are you a guest from outside?" A childish voice interrupted Agnes's thoughts. She lowered her head and saw a childish face that looked slightly familiar.
It was the boy who was being laughed at. Agnes knelt down and looked into the child's eyes, filled with pure curiosity.
The child took a step back uncomfortably and spoke again:
"You don't look like you can kill a lot of people?"
"Why do you ask?" Agnes sighed and sat directly on the ground and asked.
"Because my mother said that anyone who can get out is capable of killing people," the child said.
"Because I can not only kill people," Agnes smiled slightly, "I can also sing. I am a bard."
"Can I go out if I am a bard?" the child asked with innocent curiosity.
"No, you still have to be able to kill." Agnes said softly with compassion in her tone.
"Aren't you talking nonsense!" the child shouted angrily, then turned and ran away.
Agnes sat there without moving, looking at the fine raindrops that gradually appeared in the sky. Those fine raindrops just happened to moisten the land, and the whispers in her ears never stopped.
For the first time, she plucked the lute in her hand that was almost just a decoration.
"Who gave us life,
"Who produced us,
"Who gave us descendants,
"Let them grow again?"
The people in the village looked at Agnes, but they were wary that no one dared to come forward.
"Are we really living in this world?
"You won't live forever; it's just a short stay.
Agnes closed her eyes slightly and just sang slowly in Tutanese.
“Even the feathers of the feathered serpent were torn to pieces.
"You won't live forever; it's just a short stay."
Agnes stood up holding the lute in her hand, turned and walked out of the village.
Although it is difficult for the leader here to come into contact with people who are too high in level, it is still a reasonable way to contact them and will not show too many abnormalities.
The Indulgence Faction makes many moves, and even chooses Bayam, who has strong control over the Lord of Storms Church, to cause trouble. There must be a reason for doing so.
Agnes felt that she should know something. Although she could not find the memory that should have existed in her mind for the time being, the information she currently had was enough for her to deduce some clues.
They performed a ritual in Bayam, in which even the "Son of God" participated.
There is no doubt what they want to gain through that ritual. The only question is who the subject is and what exactly they want to gain.
The ragged living corpse moved stiffly to lift up the dead leaves and weeds covering its body and climbed up. The whole body was almost covered in mud. The road through the rain forest was not that easy to walk.
"Capas," Agnes directed the living corpse to tidy up his tattered clothes little by little, making him look a little more like a human being. "Since you can't suppress the fear born in the depths of your mind, then put this fear away." Transform it into the same level of murderous intent, this is what this desire should have."
A vague gray-black color overflowed from Agnes's body, vibrating with a strange frequency.
Agnes stared at the living corpse that was gradually trembling in front of her. The gray-black gauze almost covered her vision. She saw countless black threads pulling out from the branches and leaves wrapped around the illusory spirit body, heading towards her. Come in and dissolve in the gray-black mist that seems to be escaping in the air.
Black lines also appeared on the ragged living corpse's body, like cracks in pottery, and it looked a bit ferocious and shriveled.
Those scarlet eyes, filled with inhuman malice, completely disappeared in the sight of Agnes, turning into a suppressed fear.
"This longing has lost its roots in the soil, and has been replanted in the dry body. Now it has drank up everything that is left in it, waiting for the dry body to be completely shattered."
“Until then, all those who felt its thirst will never forget it.”
Agnes raised her hand and gently touched the living corpse with black lines. The touch was like a worn newspaper, which made her frown slightly, and then she quickly relaxed.
"I can hold on for a few more days, that's enough."
She closed her eyes slightly, the whispering in her ears was almost roaring, the non-existent black threads trembled slightly, and her thoughts turned to the small dots entangled in the black mist.
She followed her intuition and focused her attention on the nearest one, setting off an almost turbulent gray-black mist.
It was a muscular man with bronze skin and taut muscles. The thick hair on his exposed skin looked as if it were inhuman. His malicious scarlet eyes had completely lost all human emotions, leaving only complete coldness and cruelty.
Quiet fluctuations came from nowhere and reflected in the man's heart.
The man stopped unconsciously and turned around under the trembling eyes of the people behind him.
"There's a party tomorrow."
The man said subconsciously.
