"I don't remember how 'I' did it." Agnes lowered her gaze at the lines on the ground and said, "I don't think it's a good choice. ”

"Even though I've heard that Alyssa isn't in a problem at the moment, I'm not sure what the person I'm in touch with will cost her, and I don't think he's helping Alyssa for nothing."

Ms. Jones stared at Agnes, and finally sighed slightly and said, "Okay, I see." Then we chose the original plan and tried to use traditional methods to slowly get rid of his madness. ”

"But we need you to keep an eye on his mental state during our treatment, and if his spirit changes, you must warn him in time. We must get the members involved in this project to retreat to safety before that depraved aura erupts in him. ”

"Okay." Agnes nodded.

.......

"Pain, fear," Agnes wrote down the two words on the paper of her diary, then dropped her pen and leaned back in her chair, rubbing her brow with her left hand.

"What was the basis of my empathy with Alyssa in the first place?" Agnes sighed in annoyance.

"Judging from the two incidents of Mera and Stitch, it seems that the purer negative emotions in my heart are more resonant with me." Agnes wrote another sentence in her diary.

"Due to the extremely small sample size, this inference is only a conjecture, and all speculations made on the basis of this conjecture cannot be used as the basis for all choices."

Agnes glanced at the two words again, and looked away for a long time.

She flicked her pen slightly, and began with a blank line below, "What is Stitch's worth?" Why did the church insist on saving him? ”

She glanced at it, then closed the journal, tucked it back into the shelf, and left the room.

......

For the next two months, the days suddenly calmed down.

Agnes went to church on time every day to assist the church's healers in dispelling the madness of Stitch's rest of his consciousness, which was undoubtedly a huge workload, after all, there were more than twenty consciousnesses of madness waiting to be removed.

In fact, even Stitch has such a need, after all, although he can maintain his sanity and communicate with Agnes, how can a consciousness coexisting with so many crazy consciousnesses be completely normal?

It's just that the church's therapists are worried about affecting Agnes' empathy with him, so they choose to put Stitch's treatment last.

The bill to abolish the guild system went smoothly, the staunch supporters of the guild system were taken to jail and still not released, and the city of Fenerport seemed to be suddenly much more peaceful, at least Agnes did not encounter a sudden march of supporters on the road.

I just heard from Aurerio that on June 28, Henry Schelling asked to let him out, and he was going to attend President Carman's funeral, but the prison administration was afraid that he would escape and cause more trouble if he went out, so they did not agree.

Agnes still went to the Musicians' Guild from time to time, and Monsieur Conte began to teach her conducting, and was ready to give her a try at a small concert in October.

......

"Agnes!"

Angnes had returned from the church, and had just stepped into the gate of the manor when she heard Aurerio calling out to him.

In the past few days, probably because the abolition of the guild system has been progressing relatively smoothly, Aurelio has been a lot more idle all of a sudden.

But after probably being busy for several months, they all formed a habit, and all of a sudden idleness, Aurelio seemed quite uncomfortable. Obviously, he was still complaining about his father's oppression of him, but now he takes the initiative to ask his father for things to do from time to time.

And most of the things that my father will leave in his hands are more important, and the things that must be done by myself can be handed over to Aurelio.

So Agnes often saw her father kick Aurerio out with some disgust, and pulled the door open. Aurelio touched his nose where he almost hit the door, and smiled wryly at Agnes, who was hitting the door.

Aurelio smiled and asked Agnes, "There will be a Roselle Memorial Exhibition in Fenerport City this month, do you want to go?" ”

Agnes added a few more words in her heart, yes, Aurelio would come to her if he had nothing to do, and then drag himself with him.

However, the commemorative exhibition of Roselle the Great ......

"Roselle Memorial Exhibition?" Agnes looked at Aurelio with some confusion.

"Yes, this year marks the 130th anniversary of the death of Rousail the Great, and the Steam Church is touring the Roselle Memorial Exhibition throughout the Northern Continent."

"To be honest, I didn't expect them to actually agree to the Steam Church to hold a Roselle Memorial Exhibition in Fenerport City, after all, Fenerport and Intis have always had a bad relationship."

Agnes nodded noncommittally and asked, "Then when are we going?" ”

"We'll go after the exhibition in the afternoon."

After the afternoon exhibition? It's about 6 o'clock, so let's leave the Musicians Guild early today.

"Okay, then...... You're going to pick me up at the Musicians Guild in the afternoon? Agnes asked casually.

Aurelio sighed deeply.

"Even Agnes are you starting to dislike me?" Aurerio's eyes lowered slightly, his expression gloomy.

Agnes couldn't help but frown.

"Speak well!" Agnes said solemnly.

"You're not going to the Musicians' Guild this afternoon. Is it okay for us to leave home together in the afternoon? Aurelio asked, staring straight into Agnes' eyes.

Agnes opened her mouth and finally heard herself utter a word.

"Okay."

......

Agnes twitched the corners of her mouth slightly as she looked at the velvet quilts, gold-inlaid glassware, gold-plated toilets and other everyday items in the "daily exhibition hall".

She always felt that she had some impression of such a scene in her mind, but it was not very clear, and Agnes estimated that it must be part of one of those memories she had forgotten.

She always felt that there should be a fanatical female docent, not the one in front of her with a serious face and a calm tone.

The Steam Church should send a slightly more passionate docent, and Agnes thought to herself, like the student who had spoken at the beginning, that would be more suitable.

"These clothes designed by Rousail the Great are quite good-looking, do you want me to find a dressmaker to customize a few similar styles for you?" Aurelio blinked in his right eye and bumped his elbow against Agnes.

"Forget it, it's too pompous, I don't like it very much." Agnes said helplessly.

"Walking out of the 'daily exhibition hall', we came to the 'document exhibition hall'." The narrator's words interrupted Aurelio just in time.