"The person in charge of the Temperance sect in Lansana City, Mr. Vincent."
"Can you tell me why you're here?"
Agnes asked softly.
Mr. Chester obviously did not inform Vincent of his new identity. Agnes looked directly into Vincent's eyes, and a little caution made her realize this.
The white frost rustled down from the sky, and the faint screams of resentful spirits seemed to exist and yet not exist.
He looked even thinner, as if he were a skeleton with only the skeleton left.
"Who are you?" Vincent asked after a moment of silence.
"Who am I?" Agnes repeated Vincent's question, then laughed and replied very sincerely: "I don't know either!"
Vincent watched in silence as Agnes laughed until she coughed violently.
The white frost quickly dissipated, as if it had never appeared before.
He hesitantly raised his feet and felt his body regaining freedom.
"Then what do I call you, sir?" Vincent quickly stepped back a little, then asked again.
"Hashim, Sharif Hashim," Agnes replied with a big smile.
"Okay, Mr. Hashim, you should understand my purpose," Vincent said cautiously, "What do you want to do?"
Lansana City is the frontline outpost of the Loen Kingdom's colonization in the Pas Valley. It has always been on the front line of conflicts, and recently it has become even more undercurrent.
The rebels, who were supposed to be hiding in the dark, have been active recently, and there are faint signs of starting a new war.
Vincent is considered a high-ranking member of the resistance in Lansana City based on his status, but has been marginalized in recent years. He can know some information, but it is difficult to truly influence the decision of the resistance.
Of course, knowing some information is enough for him to do something. For example, new and different factions seem to have been born in the resistance during this period. It is obvious that most of the members are from the indulgence faction, but their opinions are strangely different.
He got the news that these people will gather here today, and their hidden true leader will also appear.
Therefore, he came here to meet the real leader.
It was obvious that he had achieved his goal. Vincent looked at the boy from the Southern Continent who looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old in front of him and thought secretly in his heart.
It's not just what it looks like on the surface.
"What do I want to do? I'm not going to do anything," Agnes smiled half-smilingly, with a little sarcasm in her words. She glanced at the people lying on the ground, "Maybe you should be more friendly, Vincent. Mr. Special."
"I just knocked them unconscious." Vincent silently followed Agnes' line of sight and spoke in a slower voice.
"Of course," Agnes leaned back against the wall, her tone casual, "otherwise we wouldn't be standing here talking calmly."
"You are not a licentious person." Vincent said after a moment of silence.
"Of course, this is obvious." Agnes straightened up and looked at Vincent.
The entire space was completely silent for a while, until the groans of several people lying on the ground broke the silence.
"Chief!" The man who was lying on the ground subconsciously jumped up from the ground almost at the same time Agnes looked over, and assumed an attack posture towards Vincent.
"Stop!" Agnes ordered calmly.
Then she turned to Vincent.
"Perhaps we have something more to discuss, Mr. Vincent."
She said with a little slyness in her tone.
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“First define our goals.”
Agnes glanced at everyone and spoke calmly.
This is the basement of a shop that sells used handicrafts and books. Many stained books are still lying on the ground and spread out haphazardly.
The dimly lit room had a slightly humid atmosphere that was not suitable for keeping books. The air seemed to be slightly distorted, and the faces of the people close in front of it seemed unclear.
Vincent turned his head to look at the face of Agnes who was speaking. The bronze skin of the fifteen or sixteen year old boy shone with a strange color in the flickering candlelight.
"...What kind of world do we want? How do we want people to live in this world? This is ultimately a question, and all the answers lie in our description of our utopia."
"We want a world with plenty without poverty, peace without war, and hope that people..."
Vincent was slightly stunned when he heard the calm but powerful words. He withdrew his gaze from other people and stared at Agnes.
"...How do we get there? We need to be clear about what we should and can do."
"Can we ask everyone to start at the same time? Can we ask everyone to reach the finish line at the same time?"
"Finishing at the same time is what we want, but starting at the same time is what we can do now..."
"...class, status, wealth, intelligence, education, there are countless influencing factors, but in the final analysis, the most basic thing is, can people live equally? Can they die equally?"
Vincent's body trembled slightly, and he looked away as if in fear, scanning every attentive person at the table.
"...We need to be clear about who our enemies are."
"Who caused the unequal death?" Agnes looked directly at Vincent, who looked a little dazed. Vincent subconsciously avoided Agnes's gaze.
"It's a warlord, it's a colonizer, it's someone who controls power but tries to kill others, and..." Agnes's words gradually increased in speed, bringing out a faint sense of oppression, but she suddenly stopped at the end of her words. But he stopped and didn't continue talking.
"What we need to do is to weaken their strength, strengthen our strength, and defeat them." Agnes' words were slightly erratic, as if she suddenly lost interest.
The room fell silent for a moment, and everyone's breathing could be heard clearly.
"Go as planned," Agnes slowed down her voice, "you know."
Everyone else at the table responded in unison and left the room without hesitation. In the end, only Agnes and Vincent were left at the table.
"Your goal..."
"Any ideas, Mr. Vincent?"
Agnes and Vincent spoke almost at the same time.
"That's what you want to know," Agnes shrugged, "what I want to do."
"War, you want war." Vincent said with a hint of anger.
"It seems you didn't understand." Agnes sighed slightly.
"Who caused the unequal death?" Agnes raised her head with a slight sigh in her tone.
Agnes looked at Vincent and repeated her previous words word for word, with an incomprehensible color in her eyes, which seemed to be mocking and desperate.
"It's the warlords, it's the colonizers, it's those who control power but tries to kill others, and all those who control the extraordinary."
"You're crazy!" Vincent shouted almost subconsciously, his voice uncontrollably sharp.
Agnes ignored Vincent's panic and her words remained clear and calm.
"Including you, including me."
