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The man's voice suddenly changed slightly, low and gentle, neither humble nor arrogant, a little old-fashioned but not rude...... But because of this, there is a stronger irony: "...... Countess. ”

The voice overlapped with an almost forgotten fragment of memory—she had seen him, at the hasty, boring dinner party after the plague had ended. The man was also one of Moira's gratefuls, standing quietly and humbly behind Scott, and the only thing he said to her was the "Countess......

He was the priest of Nasthes.

Agnes was creepy for a moment, but a smile instinctively floated up her cheeks, hiding her involuntary panic.

“...... What a surprise. She said.

- She's an idiot! She should have thought that they Scott were all in the same league as them, but she was stupid enough to fall into the trap......

Are they really a gang?

Doubts flashed through the heat and fear. Agnes laughed sharply and briefly, tearing off the mask of pretended indignation.

"I'm sorry. She said lazily, "I forgot your name." ”

"Copas Fenton. The man even bowed to her, "Willing to serve you." ”

"Oh, let me think. Agnes sneered, "I do need your 'service'." Look, I had two plans—"

She held out two fingers.

"First, play as a betrayal, angry, grieving woman, boldly questioning you, and showing the right weakness at the right time to win your sympathy...... I'm good at it, you probably know it, but I've never tried it yet, and if I succeed, I'll destroy the circle, ask for your forgiveness, and hope that you will save me from the predicament in front of me...... It's a bit risky, but there's still a chance of success, after all, I'm still a little useful to you, am I?"

"You are always too modest. Copas replied lightly, "Regardless of your identity, you are also one of the most gifted female mages I have ever met, and no one would want to be your enemy." ”

Agnes patted her chest flattered, and smiled, "It's a pity, we can only be enemies, right? If I tell you now, I didn't know that this circle would allow me to see you for what you really are...... Or am I just too curious, and you probably won't believe it?"

Or maybe she just didn't expect it to be so easy to spot.

Copas smiled noncommittally.

"Well, I'll have to try the second plan. Agnes sighed.

She spread out her hand, and in the palm of her hand was a pale yellow gem that looked like a golden eye in the firelight. It was a topaz, not very precious, but it was perfectly cut. The tiny runes on each facet not only did not affect every refracted and reflected light, but made the light flickering on it more brilliant and varied.

"It's a small gift. She said, "From Lydia Bell -- you have to admit, she's really smart." She told me that this gem can be used to imprison a soul and turn him into pure power...... If I don't mind being called a 'necromancer' like her and never see the light of day, I might be able to give it a try when I'm desperate...... Honestly, when it's really cornered, who cares what it's called? ”

"Are you threatening me?" Copas still looked at her calmly, no anger in his eyes...... Of course, there is no fear.

Agnes didn't like that kind of look—no one liked to be stared at like that, as if she were as tiny as a weed on the ground that could be trampled on at will. But her heart tightened in fear, and her anger weakened from it.

"If you think so, that's it. She said that keeping her voice from shaking had exhausted all her strength, but the smile on her lips could no longer be maintained.

"Agnes, Agnes. Copas shook his head and sighed, "You are gifted, but you never have enough courage...... If you really believe that this will work, you should use it the moment I am trapped, instead of being so hesitant and giving me time to get out of it...... Perhaps, just because you're not desperate enough. ”

The words whipped like a whip on Agnes' heart. She didn't want to admit it...... But she has to admit that she always has luck in her heart, she always bluffs. She was neither willing to keep her voice down nor dare to take a desperate bet, as she was used to, if threats and deception could lead to a possible deal, it was of course the best option.

What's more, she wasn't sure in the first place.

She watched as Lydia had used the circle, but the gem ...... She had a hard time believing that Lydia's "gift" didn't have any additional surprises. She knew very well what the results of those she used to experiment with various spells were likely. She didn't want to be used as a tool...... But she was just a tool.

With a pale face, she watched the runes around the brazier disappear like ashes blown away by the wind, and instinctively clenched the gem.

Last chance. She finally recited the incantation aloud in desperation, only to know in despair that it might be too late.

The dimly lit chamber suddenly became as bright as daylight. Suddenly awakened runes crawled like vines across the walls and the ground. Agnes looked around in amazement, realizing that it didn't seem to have anything to do with her.

The jewel in the palm of his hand flickered and dimmed weakly. The little soul that Copas had withdrawn from was still in place, but his face became a little ugly.

Agnes was silent for a moment, then finally burst out laughing.

"It was a surprise. She said, "Isn't it?"

There is actually another layer of runes in this secret room...... It probably hindered her spells, but it also hindered Copas.

He's still trapped here - just like her.

This is ridiculous. She laughed so hard that tears rolled out of her face, but her heart was extremely horrified.

Is this what Mancini did?...... She didn't know that the slippery fat man still had the guts and ability...... No, it only shows that he really chose another stronger reliance.

The blue-white light flowed through the runes like lightning, so bright that she could barely open her eyes. The whole chamber began to vibrate, as if something was striking at it like an egg.

Agnes looked up uneasily. That's not quite right...... The power is clearly coming from the outside world, not Copas trying to get out.

A ray of light pierced his eyes. A crack was really smashed open in the ceiling, and at the same time as the fresh air poured in, a black shadow fell from the sky.