Agnes entered the room, reached for the door, and sat down at the table, her eyes fixed on the letter on the table.

This is what she received a week ago, from Mr. Conte.

“...... Forgive me for not sending you off when you left Fenerport, for I have always thought that the moment of parting was a torment for myself and for those who really did not want you to leave......"

“...... Your brother came to me two days ago with a guitar and asked me how to play it, which was a real problem for me, because I didn't know much about how to play the instrument...... However, he still has some memories of your posture and some fingering when you played, and told me about it...... I didn't expect you to have a lot of research on how to play such an unpopular instrument......"

“...... Marcorno's talent for the violin is very high, I think three years at most, maybe a year or two if it goes well, and he may become a qualified musician. But I don't want him to spend too much time playing for others, it's a waste of his talent......"

“...... I thought maybe I should tell you something about my teacher, Cain Chester, though these are perhaps some outdated information. ”

"My teacher, Cain Chester, was a temperance member of the Rose School. By the time I, an unsuccessful student, had left, he had become the head of many of the affairs of the temperance faction in Byam, and was preparing for the promotion of the 'Wraith'......"

“...... I don't know what his situation is now, but Mr. Cain would spend most of the year in the Rorsted Islands, and he would only cross the Tempest Sea and return to the Southern Continent at the end of each year, unless something important happened...... If you're looking for him, I think a trip to Byam might be a good choice......"

Agnes crossed her fingers into a fist against her brow and sighed slightly.

“...... Byam...... Byam ......"

Although she has not yet digested the "madman" and "werewolf", the matter of the formula needs to be prepared in advance, and she is not ready to swallow the trait promotion directly without modulation again.

If she wanted to get the recipe, she couldn't get around the Rose School. Cain Chester is undoubtedly an excellent avenue, and although Agnes feels that it is still extremely difficult to get the other party to trade her for a medium-order potion recipe like "Living Corpse", at least she has a place to start, and she can't ask for too much.

Agnes shook her head helplessly, opened her notebook, and wrote on it with a pen.

"The rest of the journey should be arranged like this:"

"Let's go from Seville to Bodivia, where we will see the castle of Anwa, which has some secrets about the Pagani family. Judging from the 'Thorn Beacon', the secrets of the Pagani family are related to the 'Soul Sender', and in the few memories I have of my past life, the 'Soul Sender' seems to have been something I have been committed to eliminating, and they seem to be related to ......"

Agnes dropped the pen and hugged her head, her body trembling slightly, and it took a long time for her to let go of her hands holding her head, pick up the pen, and write eight completely different characters in her notebook.

"Disfigured" and "Repeated"

As soon as the characters were written, they began to follow the strokes written by Angnes, and little by little, the smoke dissipated into the air.

Agnes looked at the vanished handwriting and did not speak, moved the pen to change the line, and wrote the same eight words neatly from the beginning, and the handwriting also dissipated into ash and dissipated in the air.

Agnes did not write these eight words again, but wrote in Fenerport's language with a blank face:

"After leaving Bodivia, I can change to 'Ella Boyesia' and go to the Gulf of Diesi, and then go out to sea from Puerto Escoson and all the way to Baiam."

This time the handwriting did not disappear.

"This trip doesn't have to be too rushed, I can play it, and maybe take on some bounty tasks to ease my stretched financial situation, after all, I only left with me from the heart of nature, and the remuneration for two concerts, which adds up to less than 100 gold lisos, to be exact, a total of 97 gold lisos and 4 lira."

"May the Mother forgive me for still having the heart to pursue wealth."

"I need to find Cain Chester in Byam, otherwise I may have to go to the Southern Continent to complete my goal, which will be a lot of trouble."

"And if I can find Cain Chester, I can find a way to go to the Southern Continent directly after completing the promotion in Byam."

Agnes closed her pen, stood up, drew a basin of water from the bathroom, and looked at her reflection on the water.

There is no mirror in the nun's room, because the nun should not always pay attention to her appearance, which means that there is still vanity in her heart.

The lines of the girl's face in the water have a slight sense of softness, and she always feels a little thin at a glance, and her gray-blue eyes have a kind of peace, which will feel a little lacking in vitality after looking at it for a long time.

Agnes turned and took out a mask with a mocking smile on her lips from her suitcase and put it on her face.

Agnes felt the mask melt away, and a wave emanated from the mask and covered Agnes' entire body.

Agnes felt that she had grown a little taller, and her hair, which had been cut short during the dressing ceremony, grew along the turban to her shoulders, and peeked out from under the fabric, still brown.

Agnes looked down at the water, and the lines of her face in the water were much clearer. He has brown eyes, a ruddy face, and his facial features look a little heroic. It stands to reason that having such facial features should give people a cheerful and enthusiastic feeling, but this face is now expressionless and a little cold.

Agnes hooked the corners of her mouth slightly, and the people in the water looked as if they were mocking each other.

"Mistaken." Agnes couldn't help but sigh.

"Forget it, so be it. During this time, you have to find a way to match this identity with a convenient and appropriate outfit. ”

Agnes reached out and took off her mask, and strands of flesh emerged where the mask connected to her face, breaking one by one as the distance increased.

Agnes felt her height slowly decrease until it was back to its original shape, and the hair under the hijab that had caused her discomfort due to some squeezing gradually returned to its original shape.

Agnes sighed and put the mask back in her suitcase.

She sat back at her desk, took a pen and wrote in her notebook:

"I repent, and I have a vain self-consciousness because of the praise of others for my countenance."

"I confess that there is a prevarication in my heart about the work of relieving the suffering of others."

"I repent, I ......"