Agnes reached out and tore off a blank piece of paper, picked up the pen on the table with her right hand, and drew quickly under her hand.

The contrast between the gloomy reef and the beach that merely outlines a blank shape, the dried corpses on the platform and the four people who are painfully twisted around them tied to the rough rock create an indescribable sense of eerieness.

"Please give this painting to Mr. Chester," said Agnes softly, "and please help Mr. Chester if he needs it." ”

"Your safety is paramount, though." Agnes thought for a moment and added in a low voice.

"Okay." Nightingale's voice rang in Angnes' ears, and Angnes felt a slight breeze blowing, and the ripples in the air quietly spread, and she reached out to take the painting from Angnes' hand, "What about you?" ”

"Me?" Agnes smiled and whispered, "I'll find a way to report it." ”

......

A few more intersections will bring you to the street where the Wave Church is located.

Agnes looked at the other palm-sized picture in her hand, sighed softly, folded it and put it in her pocket.

To be honest, according to the style of the Church of the Storm Lord, it is really not convenient to report something.

But......

Agnes stopped herself, turned to look at the beggar who was huddled on the corner of the street and prayed to passers-by, raised her eyebrows slightly, and walked over.

The beggar's movements stiffened slightly, and then returned to normal.

"You've been following me for two days," Agnes said softly, scanning her slightly burly body under her ragged clothes with a slight malicious smile on the corner of her mouth, "Your captain's order is just to monitor me?" ”

The person in front of her, who had just remained calm, stepped back almost instantly, and Agnes sighed, casually reaching out and pressing the shoulder of the person trying to escape.

"Don't like it here?" Agnes whispered, "Then let's talk somewhere else." ”

Agnes's gaze looked at the alley, which was almost completely in shadow under the cover of the buildings on either side, and her malicious smile didn't help but brighten a little.

The body under her hand did not move at all, and Agnes turned her gaze back to the ragged man.

"Don't want to go?" Agnes looked calmly into the man's eyes, "You should probably be wiser, at least I haven't chosen to trade your corpse for a bounty." ”

"After all......" Agnes' malicious smile deepened, "you weren't the only one sent by your captain, where do you think they went?" ”

The man's face gradually became difficult to look at, and he opened his mouth and said nothing.

"Your bounty is the lowest," Agnes retracted her smile, sighed slightly, and said in a slightly disappointed voice, "but although your bounty is not high, I can still exchange you for more than two hundred pounds." ”

The man's body finally moved, and Agnes gently reached out and pressed the wide-brimmed gray checkered hat on her head, and slowly followed.

……

The intersection of the Wave Church is not far away.

The ragged man stopped, dark cracks emerging from the man's neck, torso, and limbs, and a faint gray-black mist continued to escape from the cracks.

The people passing by the intersection looked at the ragged man with some horror, and quickly left the man's surroundings, but in half a minute, the man was the center of the circle, and a circle of several meters was vacant around him.

Under the frightened gaze of the people, the man's complexion gradually became painful and distorted, and the gray-black mist gradually enveloped his whole body, and he could barely see the face in the mist.

Several screams from different sources rang out in the streets, and the gray-black fog quietly dissipated, leaving only a few ragged clothes and photographs drawn in black ink peeking out of tattered pockets.

……

Agnes watched from afar as a few men dressed in the clergy uniforms of the Church of the Storm Lord ran to the pile of clothes on the ground and turned away from the street.

"It's a bit of a burden." Agnes couldn't help but smile wryly.

Although she only threw a little bit of those gray-black mist into one person's body, and then didn't control it, letting the other party be directly dissolved by those powers.

She had forced the person sent by the Indulgence Sect to monitor her to recite her name, and then controlled the other party to a place not far from the street where the Wave Church was located, and killed the other party directly.

These actions weren't enough to cause madness like the last time, but the amount of spirituality consumed was seriously increased, and the dark thoughts that kept coming to her mind made it difficult for her to control herself almost instantly.

Truth be told, this feeling of spiritual exhaustion had not appeared in Agnes for a long time, after all, she had been avoiding herself from such a situation.

After all, the prisoner sequence is a sequence that is easy to fall into madness, or even fall out of control. The exacerbation of the tendency to lose control due to spiritual exhaustion can sometimes be the straw that breaks the camel's back, causing everything to fall apart.

She rubbed the corners of her forehead, and the irrepressible irritability and bloodthirsty desire continued to rise in her heart, and the unbearable feeling of nothingness seemed to envelop her whole body, as if her whole person was dissolving and disappearing.

The dark thoughts that kept rising in her mind were almost irrepressible, and many details that Agnes had thought she had forgotten kept coming back to her mind.

Sometimes she thought of the "ring of thorns" that her mother never left in her hand, and sometimes she remembered the incomprehensible gaze that Lord Rossi had looked at her mother when she first saw her, and the other meanings that had been hidden in her father's eyes by the loss in her father's eyes after she had told her that she had been seduced by some existence.

The death of her mother was almost inevitable, after all, she was her own conceiver, and Agnes almost irrepressibly thought that it was very likely that the church and the royal family were involved in the assassination at Le Birch Manor, or that they did not participate but sat back and watched the assassination happen, and it was even very likely that her father was ......

Agnes reached out and pinched herself, clearing her brain, which was overwhelmed by dark thoughts, a little.

The church and the royal family have been sitting on the Pagani family for more than a thousand years, and there is no need to target the mother anymore, and her situation is no different from that of the members of the Pagani family.

Agnes struggled to control the thoughts in her head, took a deep breath, suppressed the clutter in her head, and pushed the door open.

Her eyes looked at the somewhat transparent figure in the window, and the corners of her mouth tugged at with some difficulty.

"Mr. Chester," Angnes whispered, "do you have anything to do with me?" ”