"Dear Miss Poyesia,"

"It is a pleasure to hear from you, about the not-so-pleasant fellows you mentioned in your letter, and I am glad and hope that you will be able to deal with matters concerning them with caution in the future, those fellows are indulgent and fanatical, and must always be aware of their state when they are encountered."

"As for our contact, if it is convenient for you, allow me to contact you through this Miss Nightingale, who is a good messenger."

"As for our meeting, it's up to you to decide."

"Cain Chester."

Judging by his wording, he was willing to believe his identity, and Agnes casually opened the lampshade of the kerosene lamp, folded the letter and placed it on top of the flame, and watched as the tongue of fire gradually climbed onto the letter, burning black and yellow scorch.

From the first paragraph of Mr. Chester, Mr. Chester is serious about dealing with the Indulgers, but not powerless, and he will remind me not to be influenced by the Indulgers, rather than telling me to leave this place directly, and the situation of the Temperance Faction in the Rorsted Islands should not be hopeless at the moment.

If you take into account the mental state of these temperance guys, Agnes couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, it seems that she needs to find out about the recent bloodbaths in the Rorsted Islands tomorrow, there should be a lot of things related to the indulgences during this time, and from the circumstances of those bloodbaths, you may be able to more fully infer the situation of Mr. Chester and them.

Agnes let go of her hand, allowing the remaining letter to be completely engulfed in flames, and a few embers touched the lampshades on either side and turned into powder.

And those guys in Maivitty, Agnes couldn't help but sigh, to be honest, it was difficult to objectively analyze the overall situation of the incident from those guys alone.

Truth be told, it's hard to find a standard of satisfaction with what they do, who alternate between indulgent fanaticism and ruthless bloodlust, because setting standards is a matter of "moderation" and will not be satisfied if they don't take things to the extreme.

"As for meeting ......," Agnes leaned back in her chair and pinched her eyebrows.

"Ma'am, would you like to see Mr. Chester?" Agnes heard the little nightingale ask.

Agnes raised her arm and looked at the figure that had stopped with her claws grasping her fingers.

"I have the idea that I'm already in Byam," Agnes nodded, "and I have to be involved in the things between temperance and indulgence no matter how much I think about it. ”

"I have a way of bringing Mr. Chester here." Nightingale rubbed Angnes' finger with her beak and said.

"It's not that I can see him," Agnes smiled and brushed the feathers from the nightingale's back, "but that my meeting of him means I'm ready to get involved in the battle between the two factions of the Rose School." ”

"Of course, I only have one choice." Agnes tapped the little nightingale's head slightly, "After all, Mr. Chester is my teacher's teacher, and he is the best choice if I want to get the recipe for the 'living corpse'......"

"And those Lustful guys aren't really pleasant to be honest," Agnes lowered her eyes slightly, "those things they do...... It stinks so rancid that it makes you want to destroy. ”

"To be honest, I had this idea when I saw the files of those low-ranking believers when I was in Fenerport City."

......

"This Poyesian lady sailed directly to Byam after killing almost an entire group of pirate men four days ago, and only one member of that pirate group survived, and according to our investigation," the man recounted in a gentle voice that was in fact bloody, even a little strange, "that the man survived only because the Poyesian lady did not hunt him down." ”

"This Lady Ella Poyecia ......" The brown-haired and dark-eyed boy listened to the man's narration with a strange expression, changed the cane in his right hand to his left, and then straightened the black top hat on his head with his right hand, "Does the Lord like this style of believers?" ”

The gentle-voiced man couldn't help frowning when he heard the young man's words, sighed and said, "Dreiser, He has never agreed to us calling Him Lord, and we should not be vain about His choice of believers. ”

"But the Lord ......," Dreiser said with a sigh as he closed his mouth at the man's sight, "well, teacher. ”

He looked up at Yarman, "Should we first meet this gentleman who has survived from Lady Poyecia to learn more about this strange lady?" ”

"Dreiser," Yarman said in a calm voice, retracting his mild tone, "you should understand that no one can fully understand other people, and it is easy to prejudice one's perception of others by allowing one's own preconceived impressions of others in advance. ”

"Especially someone like Miss Poyethea, who is likely to be guided by an oracle from the Great Being," said Jarman with some seriousness, "and that she has done something incomprehensible to ordinary people probably in accordance with His will." ”

"So," Dreiser, looking at Yarman, asked, "you're telling me this that she killed almost the entire pirate group?" ”

Yarman looked at Dreiser with his gray eyes and said slowly, "I'm reminding you that this lady Poyesia is not a gentle person. ”

"And it probably represents some of his attitudes," Yarman said after a pause, "and there may be something about those pirates that angers him." ”

"You need to be more careful when you approach her," Yarman said almost solemnly, "and we must not provoke him again." ”

"I see, Teacher," Dreiser, nodding earnestly, "I'll be careful in all my decisions. ”

Yarman nodded, allowing his face to soften, "Lady Poyesia has traveled to Byam, and Byam has had some recent events and some connections to the Rose School. ”

"You mean," Dreiser's thoughtful remarks, "that it may well be His will?" Is it likely that what He wanted Ms. Poyesia to do had something to do with the Rosary School? ”

Yarman lowered his eyes slightly, and said a few words silently, as if in repentance, before raising his head and saying solemnly to Dreiser: "Dreiser, you should be more humble. ”

He looked at Dreiser solemnly for a long time, and Dreiser waited for his next step with a little apprehension.

Yarman finally retracted his gaze and sighed helplessly, "What qualifications do I have to say about you, obviously I have been trying to figure out His will." ”