Agnes had heard this prayer many times during the Mass – or rather, it was not a prayer at all, and believers often referred to it as "the call of the Mother God" – something that a "believer" of Mother Earth God must know.

Although Agnes was well aware that she was not a devout believer in Mother Earth, she had read them carefully before leaving Fenerport—the necessary accumulation of a "Mother Earth Goddess Church Nun".

In addition to this, she also saw some interesting meaning of occult symbols:

The six-pointed star often represents the combination of masculine and feminine forces, and when the two are separated, the regular triangle represents the masculine and the inverted triangle represents the feminine power.

The snake staff has always represented healing and neutrality – the snake is considered to be renewed by molting its skin every year, and the wooden rod is a symbol of the vertebrae that represent the spiritual power rising along the central channel, and if combined with the snake hovering over it, it can even be considered that the spiritual power is propelled upward in a double spiral. In addition, the snake rod also implies the meaning of "sexuality", which can also indicate that the root of healing diseases and wounds comes from the power of creating life.

Both of these are considered to be constituent elements of prayer gestures, and Agnes can't help but wonder if the meaning of the prayer gesture is derived from these. Of course, the real reason may be the opposite—it is more likely that the gods chose these symbols to give them such occult meanings.

"Sister Pagni, I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long." The tall figure finally stopped praying and stood up.

Agnes shook her head, looked up, and asked, "I think I should be grateful for one more opportunity to listen to the teachings of Mother Goddess." ”

She took the opportunity to look at the divine favored person in front of her—to be honest, the church was more enthusiastic about ...... in addition to having an inexplicable attachment to the extraordinary person of the "vampire" sequence I prefer the "Warrior" sequence - although the Mother Earth Church and the Church of the God of War do have a better relationship.

With a dark white complexion, short black curly hair, brown eyes, and a large, round nose, judging by the other party's facial features, he was indeed a native of Fenerport—or from the offshore region.

But judging by the height of the other party......

Agnes couldn't help but hook the corners of her mouth, whether she admitted it or not, excluding the Fursaks, the Fenerporters were on average a little shorter than the Intis and Runnes.

And the god in front of him is obviously not very normal in height, and the most likely reason is that the other party is a "warrior" sequence.

The other person smiled and asked, "Is it just 'should'?" ”

Agnes frowned and didn't speak.

"If you don't feel happy because you exist in this world, and there is no threat to survival, then why does this life keep moving forward and changing itself?" His Excellency asked in a soft, deep voice.

Agnes felt that she should take a moment to think about why Her Excellency only said "this life" instead of "this person", which she usually used, but she did not.

She just thought to herself, it was really a simple question, just to ask her to remember if she had thought anything at a given second......

Agnes fell silent, looked at His Excellency and hesitated, but did not speak.

Can she pass the test with the phrase "life is precious, and the harvest is gratifying"?

......

"Just before the Silver Rose set sail, we captured several Primordial Moon believers." Aiden said casually as he nibbled on Dixie's pie.

"I remember that the cultists were already on trial." Joey casually handed Aiden a glass of water and added.

Wentz stared carefully at the list on the table, his pipe in his hand and playing with it unconsciously.

"However, those guys did say they were looking for someone......" Joey reached out and pressed the corner of his forehead, as if remembering something.

"Some of those guys weren't tainted by the 'Primordial Moon,' and I remember knowing from these guys that the cultists were looking for a man named Gotteles." He remembered for a moment before whispering.

Watz nodded, reached out and pushed the list towards Joey, then took out his pipe and took a puff.

Joey sighed a little helplessly, stretched out his hand holding the wand, the tip of the staff slicing over the names on the list, and finally stopped on one of the names.

Watz glanced at the name and said casually, "Colclov Galmière, sailed with the Silver Rose on July 20, destined for the port of Tiana, and did not return to Bodivia. ”

"I think we can look into this gentleman."

......

The woman walked slowly towards the center of the church in her heart, where she felt she should go.

The voice of the narrative echoed in her ears, forming a symphonic piece, but she didn't want to hear what the meaning of the music was.

She stopped where she wanted to stop and looked around.

The strange dancing monster image on the stained glass seems to become the image of the film frame by frame, and in her own eyes, the images seem to have been connected, forming a strange dance in her eyes.

She subconsciously took a step back, but the images around her seemed to be chasing her, and the strange dancing monsters in the picture moved with her.

"No......" The woman subconsciously spoke, and this voice came into her own ears, making her unable to help but be stunned for a moment.

The voice was sticky and low, sounding like a rotting, stinking corpse talking.

No, her voice was still pleasant before—because the voice of the owner of this flesh and skin was also pleasant.

She smelled a rotten smell, and she looked around for the source of the smell, and finally lowered her head.

The woman saw that the liquid was oozing from under the pure black skirt, and the originally dry dress was completely soaked.

She shuddered and tore off her glove, a few soft crumbs of strange color sticking to the top of the glove.

Above the exposed bone white, there were streams of liquid that flowed down, and the top covering looked very soft and sticky.

The woman screamed and ripped off her other glove. The palm with the shattered bone spurs tore away the sticky strips of ragged strips from above the bone white, revealing the pale, bare bone white underneath.

The strangely colored liquid remained on the bone white, like a speck of mold growing in the place where the dead were buried.

Woman...... No, the shattered body of the walking corpse shuddered, looking at the bright red cracked ceiling and floor above and beneath his head.

The golden glow flowed like blood, and she finally recognized what they were.

This is what has always attracted her, what once belonged to her—what was stripped by Gottles's own hands.