"Is this your desire?" Agnes asked with a smirk.

The Voice of Harmony nodded, staring at Agnes intensely.

Agnes looked at her for a few seconds, then couldn't help but laugh.

"It's a request in my favor," said Agnes in a low voice, holding out her hand to the person in front of her, "and, who can refuse you who are lovely and charming?" ”

"Harmonious Voice" subconsciously raised his hand and put it on Agnes's outstretched hand, and then seemed to react, and the tips of his ears turned a little red.

"Would you, then, come and be my messenger?" Agnes thought for a moment before propping up her head and looking at the "Sound of Harmony" and said.

"Harmony Voice" nodded hurriedly.

"Then we'll have to design a sentence that summons you." Agnes let go of her hand, turned around and picked up her pen, pulled a piece of paper, and whispered to the "Sound of Harmony."

"I'll write it to you." "Harmony Voice" whispered, she reached for the pen and paper in Agnes' hand, and a smooth three-line ancient Hermithic appeared on the paper.

"The spirit that roams the upper realm, the one who never ceases to follow the rhythm, belongs to the ...... alone"

The Sound of Harmony stopped writing, looked up, and looked at Agnes.

"Ella Boyesia." Agnes whispered.

“...... The Messenger of Ella Boyesia alone. The Harmony Voice put down the pen and looked up at Agnes.

"What do you like?" Agnes asked suddenly.

"Harmony Voice" was stunned for a moment, and said with some hesitation: "I like it...... I love music. ”

......

"Bernie Sturt, an ordinary gangster in power," a deep voice echoed through the room, "what is so special about him to be favored by him, to be responded to by him, to give his life for him......"

The woman's sneer rang out next to him, with an almost undisguised mockery, "Are you still unexpected?" I thought you should have expected it a long time ago. ”

The woman's complexion is dark, with a pair of blue to almost purple eyes, which look like the blue mountain flowers in spring and summer, but there is a faint cold aura on her body.

"Ellie," the middle-aged man with gray eyes, gray hair, and gold-framed eyes looked at the woman helplessly, "I wasn't surprised by anything, I was just thinking about ......"

"Don't call me 'Ellie'!" The woman sneered and said, "I don't know you that well. ”

The man sighed, "Ellie, but you're still helping us with Chabodivia." ”

"I have long since turned away from you," said the woman coldly, "and I have long since abandoned your senseless teachings. ”

"I'm just helping you this time because you're seeking my help, Janings." She slapped a few pieces of paper in her hand on the table, "If it was in the name of the Order, I would never interfere. ”

Janings sighed and picked up a few pieces of paper on the table.

"Sister Pagni?" The man glanced at it a few times and couldn't help but look up and ask.

"Yes, Pagani family," the woman scoffed, "the family that is favored by Him." ”

"So she solved the matter of Bodivia with the help of His power?" The man couldn't help but frown, "And he responded to Bernie Sturt because of her." ”

"Obviously, isn't it?" The woman sneered and said, "Your self-righteous adherence to those meaningless teachings is in no way comparable to the importance he attaches to the Pagani family......

"Ellie......" Janings looked at the woman solemnly.

The woman snorted coldly and did not speak again.

"If it's really her, I'm afraid this Pagani nun is also a very special kind among all the members of the Pagani family,"

Janings read the words on the paper carefully, and suddenly looked up and said, "Although He is always willing to lend power to members of the Pagani family, as far as I know, it is only a member of the Pagani family, and there has never been a case of lending to anyone related to a member. ”

The woman just listened, pursed her lips, and did not speak.

"And this bounty hunter, Ella Poyesia," Janings said with a frown, "Lunn Lambo is with her now, and the dissolution of the Brotherhood of Ster is also related to her, and Bernie Ster's disappearance after the dissolution of the Brotherhood of Ster, and did not appear until the events of Bodivia. ”

"Maybe something happened during the time he disappeared......," Janings paused for a moment before saying, "I'm afraid that this Poyesia lady may also be with the Pagani family...... Or some people in the Rose School are related. ”

"As far as I know, Bernie wasn't a follower of Him before," Janings said, "and he probably didn't give his life entirely voluntarily for Him. ”

"I thought it had something to do with the Order," the woman said with a sneer, "what a look." ”

"We will only give of ourselves, not others." Janings raised her head and looked at the woman.

"It is your doctrine that teaches you to give yourselves," the woman said with a sneer, "and you are also 'others.'" ”

The woman stopped talking, and there was a sudden silence between the two.

"How many more times will you survive Vibes?" The woman asked.

......

"Welcome to Ellesmere Harbor," said Lord Bartlet, to the brown-haired, blue-eyed young man in his twenties opposite, "Prosecutor Pagni. ”

"I wish you had told me the details of your assassination sooner," the young prosecutor said, his gaze carefully scanning the crowd around him, "I'm here for trial." ”

"What about the setting ......up of the 'District Attorney' in Ellesmere Harbor," asked Lord Bartlet.

"After dealing with the matter concerning your assassination, I will serve as Ellesmere's first 'District Attorney' for a year," the young prosecutor set his sights on Lord Bartlet, "specializing in the prosecution of 'serious cases.'" ”

"Thank you," said Lord Bartlet, smiling, "I hope we have a good time working together in the future." ”

"Hopefully we can have a good time working together." With an almost perfect smile, the young prosecutor said, "Some of the members of the House are interested in your proposal for procedural reform, and hope that the establishment of a 'district attorney' in Ellesmere Harbor will have a good effect." ”

"That's what I'm looking forward to." Lord Bartlet restrained his expression, nodded and said, "For a better future in Ellesmere Harbor." ”

"For a better future for Fenerport." The young prosecutor nodded, took the cane from the attendant next to him with one hand, put on his cloak and said.

"Remember to send my guitar to my lodgings," the young prosecutor told the waiter, "be careful when you send it." ”

"Go, show me your Ellesmere Harbor," said the young prosecutor, "Archon Bartlet." ”