Agnes felt the temperature of her hands suddenly lose and become cold, and her mind suddenly remembered the words she had seen in the notebook of Dreiser, a member of the Remnant of Sins:

"The teacher told me that we were His students, sacrifices, guards, and His belongings. We use His power, practice His ways, and ultimately come to Him and become a part of Him. ”

She raised her eyes to look at Milo, her expression unconsciously carrying a little indifference.

"That's what you hear in a whisper?" Agnes asked.

Milo nodded very obediently, and with some caution tugged at the corner of Agnes Leather Coat, asked, "Lady Poyesia, are you angry?" ”

"I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't have said this to you, but I don't want to lie to you."

Agnes raised her eyes to look at Milo, took a deep breath, restrained her expression, looked at Milo and asked, "Why do you think you can't tell me this?" ”

Milo shook her head a little dazedly and said, "I don't know, I can just sense that you don't want to hear this." ”

Agnes frowned unconsciously, and began to wonder why Milo didn't think she wanted to hear this, was it a whisper? Or is it a connection? Or is it purely intuition?

Milo looked at Agnes's face, did not speak, quietly grabbed the corner of Agnes's clothes, and stood aside.

Agnes raised her hand and pinched her eyebrows, her mind cluttered like a mess. Milo's words were like throwing away the fig leaf that had always been there, exposing everything to the air.

Obviously, Mi Luo had said many times before that he felt a quality in his body that made him terrifying and reassured, but she had been selectively turning a blind eye. When she was talking about the abnormality in Milo, she was not an abnormality.

Agnes smiled bitterly, looked up at Milo, and asked, "Did you ...... that afternoon?" Can you feel me observing you through contact? ”

Milo nodded and said, "When you look at me, I can feel the whispers around me increase. ”

Agnes' hand on her lap tapped her knee lightly.

"Let's give it a try." She said suddenly.

Milo nodded hurriedly.

Agnes half-closed her eyes and quickly sketched out the leafless wood in her mind.

In front of me, strands of black silk threads spread through the space, extending out in a mysterious state, like hairs.

Agnes controlled her spirituality and tightened herself, her mind wandering through the threads of connection, and finally found the object she was looking for, and she could feel that the object of this connection was beside her.

There seemed to be a certain difference between this connection and the others, and in Agnes's feelings, this connection seemed to be looming, and it seemed a little unstable.

Agnes spread her spirituality along the connection, and successfully saw Milo, still as if covered with a layer of gray veil of vision, leaning on the sofa with her eyes half-closed, Milo standing in front of her, looking like she was thinking about something, and it didn't seem to be any different from seeing the Dreiser of the Remnant Order and the Maviti of the Rose School before.

Agnes experimented with transmitting her thoughts directly through spirituality.

"Milo?"

A hint of surprise appeared on Milo's face, he looked up into the air, then lowered his head to look at Agnes's body leaning on the sofa, and said, "Lady Poyesia, you speak from the bottom of my heart!" ”

Agnes couldn't help the urge to hold her forehead, and she also saw that her body seemed to want to raise her hand, so she quickly shifted her thoughts.

"Don't say it, just tell me from the bottom of your heart." Agnes relayed her thoughts to Milo.

Milo nodded, her mouth not moving, but Agnes heard Milo's voice ringing in her ears:

"Is that so? Ms. Poyesia? ”

"Yes, I'm going to try to do something through your body, don't be afraid." Agnes nodded inwardly and said to Milo as gently as possible.

Milo nodded without objection.

As Agnes grew her spiritual devotion to the connection, she felt a much weaker consciousness being pushed aside by hers, and her consciousness gained dominance over Milo's body.

Agnes looked around with a curious gaze, and there was a certain difference between the senses of Milo's body and Agnes's own. Perhaps because of the sequence taken by the body, or perhaps because of inspiration, the world that Agnes felt through Milo's body seemed to be different.

She could now vaguely feel that someone was ...... in the quiet of the night No, it shouldn't be a person, floating on the street outside the house, not far from the dark and narrow street, the haze of numbness and despair permeates the sky.

Agnes didn't hear the whispers that Milo kept saying, and Agnes didn't know why. Maybe it's because although she controls Milo's body, she doesn't really have access to the characteristics? But that's not right, what about my different senses now?

Agnes looked up and saw her half-closed body, she didn't feel anything unusual, as if the person in front of her was just an ordinary person.

But that's not right, it doesn't match Milo's description.

"Milo?" Agnes asked in her heart.

"Here I am, Ms. Poyesia." Milo's voice rang in Agnes' ears.

"How are you feeling right now?" Agnes asked Milo.

Milo was silent for a while, and Agnes waited quietly for Milo's answer.

The moonlight casts a crimson veil on the ground through the window, and the trees outside the window make a "whoosh" sound in the evening breeze.

Milo's voice rang in Agnes' ears: "I can see, I can hear, my senses don't seem to be affected, but I can't control my body." ”

"Is there a difference from what I saw and heard?" Agnes asked again.

"Nope." Milo replied without hesitation.

"I see." Agnes nodded.

She secretly paid attention to the matter and did not ask anything more.

She looked at the feather duster behind the door, plucked a feather from it and placed it on the coffee table.

She wanted to be sure of something.

She didn't follow the rules summarized by the Pagani family to use emotional resonance first, and went straight to the second step.

"I want this feather to float and the whirlwind will hold it down there so that it doesn't fall again."

Agnes stared at the feather, and she clearly felt a force follow the connection into Milo's body, a little breeze formed from Milo's palm, gathered under the feathers, and the feathers slowly but steadily floated up from the coffee table.