"You are presupposing that 'Ella Poyesia' is me first, and then find out the evidence that it can't be someone else, instead of finding the evidence first, and ruling out the possibility that 'Ella Poyesia' is not mine." Agnes couldn't help but say.

"Do you think so? You should allow me to think differently," Cain Chester smiled slightly, "and you know very well that it's normal for us to think differently. ”

"After all, we used to be 'crazy.'" Agnes said calmly.

Cain Chester nodded, "I was a little worried about your mental state when I saw what 'Ella Boyesia' was doing in Damir Harbor, but now it seems that you are in good shape with your own mental state. ”

Mr. Chester had already received what had happened in Damir Harbor, and Agnes couldn't help but wonder if the Temperance Faction had a point of contact in Damir Harbor, after all, it had only been four days, and with the current speed of news transmission in the mysterious world, although it was not very fast, it could not be said to be slow.

After all, although the high-tech of radio has appeared in her impression, it has not yet solved the problem of drastic weather changes in the Misty Sea and Sunia Sea, and there are many factors affecting electromagnetic propagation, and the application has been greatly limited.

Of course, if there is a "messenger", it is not a problem, Agnes couldn't help but think, she nodded, looked at Cain Chester, and said:

"I may have been under the control of some 'destruction fanaticism' at the time."

"'Destruction Mania'?" Mr. Chester asked, frowning.

Agnes nodded lightly and said softly, "Mr. Chester, you should know that I am from the Pagani family. ”

Mr. Chester was silent for a moment, and nodded.

"Is this your price?" He said in a slick voice.

"After all, what you want is always what you have to give," Agnes said with a calm nod, "but this is just a word I use instead of calling the curse 'werewolf', and my price is 'walking dead syndrome'." ”

"I didn't think Pagani of Fenerport City would use that cursed power." Chester asked, frowning.

"But fate doesn't change," Angnes said with a smile and shaking her head, "and the curse doesn't go away just because you don't use that power. ”

"What's more," said Agnes, after a pause, "none of us know anything about the extraordinary, who doesn't know that being extraordinary means being with madness and danger henceforth." ”

Mr. Chester did not speak, but nodded.

"Then your 'beacon' must not let anyone else know......" Chester was silent for a while, suddenly remembered something, and said loudly.

"I don't have a 'beacon.'" Agnes shook her head, interrupting Chester's words.

Chester looked at Agnes with some complicated eyes, and nodded for a long time, "I see." ”

"Have you finished digesting your 'werewolf' potion?" Chester suddenly asked, "Did you get the recipe for 'Living Corpse'?" ”

He suddenly patted his head, looked at Agnes and said with some annoyance: "Don't you still know the 'acting'?" ”

Agnes suddenly felt that Mr. Chester's temperament seemed to change in an instant, and the unreal feeling on her body suddenly lightened a lot.

Agnes shook her head and said directly, "Werewolf's ...... I'm probably halfway through it. ”

After the bounty of almost the entire pirate group went into his hands, her progress in digesting the "werewolf" trait soared significantly, so that Agnes couldn't help but have a feeling of "quality is not good, quantity is enough".

"Then you're ready for the next promotion," Chester nodded, "Did your previous recipe come from the Pagani family or from the Mother Earth Church?" ”

"The first 'prisoner' was tuned by Mr. Conte, and then ......," Agnes smiled, "there was no recipe. ”

She said in a calm tone.

"Didn't use the formula?" Mr. Chester couldn't help but raise his voice, a little surprise on his normally calm face.

"It's His gift," Agnes said calmly, "though the trait comes from a fallen member of the Pagani family.

Mr. Chester nodded, retracted the expression on his face, regained his composure, and said no more about it.

"Then you should want to get the recipe for your next 'living corpse' from me."

Agne nodded without hesitation, "This is indeed one of the purposes of my approach to you. ”

Mr. Chester thought for a moment, then said, "Although logically speaking, I shouldn't have revealed the recipe to you, after all, you have said categorically that you are not going to join us. ”

He smiled and winked his eyes, "But...... I can't stop you if you get the recipe by any other means, like some unpleasant guy who carries the recipe with him and ends up in your hands. ”

Agnes listened to Mr. Chester's words and couldn't help blinking at him.

She understood what Mr. Chester meant, "unpleasant fellow" was what she called the Indulgent in her letters, and Mr. Chester meant that if she could catch or kill a Lustful Person, Mr. Chester would be willing to give her the recipe for a "living corpse".

Of course, this "unpleasant guy" should be able to obtain and carry the potion recipe, and the only one who will carry the potion with him is the one who needs the recipe and has just obtained it and has not had time to fully remember it - this person should have a promotion need, but it doesn't matter if he actually gets the potion recipe or not.

"I see," Angnes nodded, "I'll come to you with someone who is unpleasant." ”

......

"'Teyativa,' which translates to 'flesh in fruit,'" Lunn pushed the solid 'Teyana' shell in front of him in front of Angnus, and a strange aroma filled the tip of Agnes' nose.

Agnes looked at the bits of white hair under Lenn's sleeves, and then looked up at her "waiter" seriously.

The face is not visible for the time being, and the hands are not visible for the time being, but the arms are completely unable to suppress the trend of "werewolves......

It seemed that the expiration date was only a few days away, and Agnes lowered her head, picked up the cutlery, and fed a mouthful of minced meat mixed with the sweetness of fruit, the smell of sea salt and spices spread

It's a pity, Lunn's "waiter" is quite useful, Agnes couldn't help but think, after all, most of the trivial and intelligence-related work was undertaken by Lunn, and it was done quite well.

"Can you hold on a little longer?" Agnes suddenly looked up and asked, "Maybe you can follow me in a different form then." ”