The streets of Byam are still bustling and look the same as before. The sky was clear, too, with only a few white clouds, not at all like the clouds that almost obscured the entire sky from the direction from which Agnes had come.

She looked vaguely at the situation of the people around her, and couldn't help but feel a little doubtful in her heart.

According to her previous speculation, it is highly likely that Mr. Chester has discovered something, and believes that the Indulgence Faction will cause trouble in Byam, so he did not make peace with her and the other members of the Temperance Faction, and went directly to Byam, but Byam is still peaceful......

Did she guess wrong? Or is it just because the Indulgers haven't started to make things happen yet? Or have the Indulgers already started their final plan, but it doesn't just look at it on the surface?

If she guessed wrong, then what was the reason for Mr. Chester's return to Byam?

If the Indulgences haven't started to make trouble yet, then what is it about keeping them so long so that those who wish to stop them have enough time to react?

And if the Indulgence has already begun their final plan, has the Storm Lord Church discovered the Indulgence movement?

Agnes looked at the clear sky and had some doubts about it.

She prefers the latter two conjectures.

From the moment she walked into Byam, there was a vague sense of depression in her heart, as if a little darkness appeared in the corners of the city, and then gradually soaked in.

To tell the truth, the capital of the Rorsted Islands, the fulcrum of the Ruen Kingdom's colonial rule in the Central Sunian Sea, is indeed glamorous enough on the surface, and depraved and bloody enough on the inside. The spice trade and the brothel industry are both cannibalistic industries, but they are the two pillars of the economy.

If it weren't for the fact that there were always enough powerful officials here, it is estimated that not only would the pirates run rampant as they did on those ordinary colonial islands, but those cultists would also love this place for ten minutes.

There were so many locals with various causes of death, and there were not a few ghosts that had appeared under the influence of the extraordinary power of that "living corpse" before, and if it weren't for Nightingale's singing to calm those ghosts, it would have taken a lot of effort to dispose of those ghosts.

To be honest, Agnes even had some sympathy for the Church of the Stormlord's Substitute Punisher team in Byam, after all, they not only had local "heretics" who believed in the "god of the sea" to deal with, but also had to hunt down pirates who were discovered from time to time, plus these locals who died painfully for various reasons......

Even if not all of them will produce ghosts that can cause extraordinary effects, they are definitely more likely than those of the Northern Continent.

However, some of the abilities of the "Sailor" path are quite capable of restraining the undead, and Agnes couldn't help but shake her head, and as far as she knew, the Church of the Lord of the Storm had several teams of substitute punishers in Byam.

She pulled her broken sleeve and walked into the shop selling clothes and hats on the street, because the cuffs were stained with the blood and brains of the "living corpse", walking in the city was a little too noticeable, she directly tore off the sleeve with her sharp nails to "destroy the corpse".

It's better to explain it than to be stained with blood.

It didn't take long for her to change into a clean black Berber women's dress, a common local style, with long cotton sleeves on the top, loose trousers on the bottom, and a thigh-reaching skirt on the jacket and brooches pinned to the shoulders. It's loose and comfortable to wear, but in Agnes's opinion, it's more like a dress.

And......

Agnes couldn't help but frown as she recalled the visible bloodshot she saw in the eyes of the shopkeeper.

The sound of quarrels and cries mixed with the shop next to her, she subconsciously turned her head to look at the grocery store on the side of the road, the boss in the taraba shirt pushed the shelves next to him to the ground with a hideous face, the proprietress in the overskirt sat on the ground and cried bitterly, Agnes stared at the boss's bloodshot eyes, and couldn't help but raise her eyebrows.

A louder commotion rang out, and Agnes turned her head to follow the voice.

It was a group of emaciated and almost skinny natives, who surrounded two men in rune uniforms in the center.

Out of nowhere, they stepped out of their huddled corner, their weather-covered bronze faces hideous, and their eyes, which were too large due to emaciation, were almost entirely occupied by scarlet colors.

Agnes subconsciously cast her gaze on her palm, and more than a dozen pitch-black flowers with a cold luster almost crowded the air above her palm, and it looked as if a few would fall to the ground at any moment.

But there were more flowers that were being sketched out quickly, and the icy luster kept flickering as the flowers opened, and Agnes couldn't help but chill down.

"Nightingale," called Agnes with a hint of anger in her voice, and a little seriousness, "where is Mr. Chester now?" ”

......

"Hatred is buried in the heart, but it is a thorn stained with blood; And once it is released, it is like a raging flame......"

The gray-haired old man's voice trembled a little weakly, his face was dull black, the thick bloody aura permeated his body, and the clothes all over his body were damp, as if he had just been fished out of the water, and his originally straight body seemed to be a little rickety.

His gaze was completely downcast, resting on the ground at his feet, not daring to look in front of him.

Not far in front of him was a baby-like puppet with an arm of distinctly different textures, covered with wrinkled lines, sticky and dark, with a faint cold and moist feeling, strange bulges appeared on it from time to time, and the skin at the top was stretched up to look a little transparent, as if something was about to come out of it.

"The sacrifice has never left this land, so the effect of these three curses on this land will be even more powerful."

"The first curse is used to curse the land, all the darkness that appears in this land will have a stronger corrosive power, and the divine will be extinguished by the darkness that comes from the hearts of the creatures of this land."

"The second curse is used to curse all living beings in this land, where all their hatred can no longer be hidden, and the flame of hatred will burn in this land until enough blood is enough to quench the flame of hatred."

The old man's deep voice paused for a moment, and then continued: "The third curse has not been used, we ......"

"Yes...... Use...... Above...... ......"

The words mixed with chaos and crazy whispers seemed to be some kind of sharp roar, and the old man's ears and mouth and nose gushed with blood, and he froze slightly, and then his body appeared a little transparent, and a little more rickety.