"Looks like you're aware." Agnes gave Gregory a deep look and said.

She let go of the wall she was holding onto, squinting at the sky beyond the high walls of the monastery.

"Did you free me from his control?" Miss Gregory said with some urgency, "You ......"

"I didn't do anything," Agnes interrupted Gregory's words and whispered, "I think it's the power of the church, after all, that power is just a seed that induces the fall, and the church is actually quite skilled in dealing with the forces related to the 'fall'. ”

"Then you ......"

Miss Gregory wanted to ask something, but Agnes interrupted, and she spread her hands helplessly, saying, "I don't have that ability, and even in a way, I only have the power to hurt others. ”

Miss Gregory looked at Agnes in amazement, her eyes full of disbelief.

"What, don't believe me?" Agnes couldn't help but hook the corners of her mouth.

Miss Gregory couldn't help but shake her head and said, "No, I just don't think you're supposed to be that kind of fight......"

Agnes couldn't help but laugh out loud, and Miss Gregory's voice grew quieter.

Agnes made a prayer gesture on her chest, and seemed to utter a few words of confession before she looked up at Miss Gregory and said, "Sorry to disappoint you, Miss Gregory." ”

Her eyes fell on Miss Gregory's still dancing hands and feet, "You came to me to ask for help from the church, because you are still ......."

"No, not this," said Miss Gregory, who seemed to see what Agnes was trying to say, "not me, but a friend of mine." ”

Agnes couldn't help but pause and asked, "Who?" ”

"Vicente Poirot, a detective I commissioned earlier." She spoke quickly, as if that was not enough, and immediately spoke up, "I had entrusted him with the search for my aunt, who had been with me to Newlin Manor. ”

Agnes's face turned weird, and she hooked the corners of her mouth and said, "Detective Poirot? ”

Miss Gregory nodded hurriedly.

"Detective Poirot came to church yesterday," Agnes thought for a moment and explained aloud, "and he came to church for help because the case was involved in an extraordinary incident. ”

Miss Gregory looked relieved.

Agnes looked at the girl, and finally asked, "Aren't you worried about your mother?" ”

Miss Gregory's movements stiffened, and she was silent for a moment before she pulled the corners of her mouth uncontrollably and laughed.

"You guessed it, right?" The girl raised her head and said in a hoarse voice, "I told you about it before." ”

.......

"Alas, such a small town, and a ......," Gottles muttered as he looked at the tall black, curly-haired priest sitting on a bench by the central square.

He pressed the wide-brimmed hat on his head and walked forward slowly.

"Good evening, Lord Solo, it seems that we have a good understanding......" He removed the wide-brimmed hat from his head, pressed it to his chest, and bowed to the tall figure.

"I don't think I'll meet you here because of a tacit understanding," Lord Solo stood up, his tall figure blocking the crimson moonlight and casting a shadow on the ground, "just because you have to come here." ”

A morning light burned on his body, gradually spreading out in all directions, looking bright and holy.

"It's a good judgment, it's a pity that I don't have the hand to applaud you right now," Gottles said calmly, the corners of his mouth curled in admiration, "I should have thought that even if I have been guarding such a small city, the Divine Favor is still the Divine Servant, especially the Divine Favor of the annoying 'Warrior' sequence. ”

He suddenly turned into an illusory puddle of black viscous liquid, disappeared in place, and recondensed his body five meters away.

And where he was just now, a heavy and thick two-handed giant sword that seemed to be condensed by light slashed into the ground, and countless fine cracks spread around the center of the giant sword's landing point.

"Are you angry?" Gottles asked, somewhat surprised, as he looked at Lord Solo with interest, as if trying to find something on his face that he wanted to see.

"To be honest, I think I've always been very well-behaved in Bodivia," he casually put the hat in his hand on top of his head, and then broke his fingers and began to count the things he had done here, "I only came here to be a marriage counselor for a lady, and then I accepted a gentleman's employment as an economic consultant for a while to make a living, and I also helped you catch a few Primordial Moon believers......"

Before he could finish his words, the light of the greatsword had already illuminated his eyes.

His figure re-dissolved into an illusory black viscous liquid, slipping away from under the greatsword and condensing not far away.

"As for it?" Gottles looked a little confused, he looked at His Excellency Solo helplessly, "I just want to hold a celebration in Bodivia, choreograph a dance, let the citizens dance, and then use the downtown square as a stage, as for it?" ”

He looked at the tall figure that took a step forward, holding a sword in both hands, and slashed at him, and shrugged helplessly.

Pale blue flames ignited around his body, a pungent smell of sulfur spread from his body, and the curved goat horns covered with countless mystical patterns on the top of his head lifted the wide-brimmed hat decorated with feathers, and the feathers on it shrank rapidly under the scorching blue flames, and the bat's wing-like wings pierced the clothes behind it.

In an instant, magma-like flames rose from his eyes, condensing into the appearance of Lord Zoro, and a demonic word full of filth and stench came out of his mouth:

"Slow!"

Lord Solo's movements froze for a moment, but then his movements continued to slash at Gotletes with his greatsword almost unchanged.

But this moment was enough, and Gotteles' figure had already appeared outside the attack range of the greatsword.

"To be honest, I don't really like this," Gottles casually threw the wide-brimmed hat on his head, which had been tattered by the flames, and ripped off his own clothes, which had become tattered from the expansion of his body, "After all, there are some waste clothes, and they don't quite match my aesthetics." ”

"I don't want to fight you," Gotteles relented from the smile he had been smiling on his face and looked at Lord Solo, who was covered in silver-white armor that seemed to be condensed by the morning sun, "but it seems that you don't think the same way as me." ”

He opened the suitcase he had been carrying, and countless thin shadows poured out of the suitcase, elongated screams and screams mingled into a river that wound towards Lord Zoro.