"So here."

Agnes looked at the house with its slightly dirty glass windows, the blackened signs of decay on the walls and steps that gave the house a slightly eerie glow in the midday Baiam sun, the damp smell mixed with the smell of rotting wood, which would have been a strange discomfort to most ordinary people.

The "werewolf" she killed earlier was sent here.

The owner of the house didn't take it very seriously, but there was still an elderly housekeeper living here - after all, if there were no people at all, the house would be a gathering place for the homeless.

However, it was clear that the elderly housekeeper did not have enough energy to take care of such a large house, and if the owner remembered to come and live here, it would probably take a lot of energy to repair it.

The time Mr. Chester had asked her to send Siwin Brown's body here, saying that she could "borrow" the room here, because it would only be found if the butler remembered to inspect the room and the traces were completely restored.

So this time, I'm afraid that Mr. Chester also "borrowed" the room here to rest, and then waited to deal with the indulgence.

He had already given the order to the moderation faction to retreat during this incident, so he would definitely not return to the stronghold of the moderation faction here, which was no longer empty, after all, the sudden departure of the stronghold personnel was definitely enough to attract attention.

Agnes expertly climbed over the fence, climbed onto the roof, and jumped into the attic.

She stood quietly on the attic's blue-black mold-stained floor, the old floor creaking distinctly from the slight tremors, perhaps bent by some past that had been completely soaked in rain or just dampness.

A faint gasp seemed to come from a little farther beneath her feet, and Agnes couldn't help but squint her eyes slightly, and reached out to pull up the partition of the attic with the obvious prickly wooden thorns.

She knew what Mr. Chester was, and why he was still here, apparently the Lustlusters had already struck.

Agnes followed the voice down the hallway, new dark flowers gradually sketching out in her hands, blooming and shrinking again, and blood-stained streaks appeared on it, as if she could feel the pain of the owner to whom she belonged.

She stopped at the door of a room that looked indistinguishable from the others, slammed the door gently with a special rhythm, and pushed it open without waiting for an answer.

The gasp in his ears paused at the knock on the door, and then took on a little depression.

Agnes's gaze went straight to the chair on the side of the room, and Mr. Chester, leaning a little weakly on the back of the chair, sat with a palely pale face.

The illusory and ethereal feeling on his body completely disappeared, but the coldness and paleness on his body were more obvious, and even some Xiaoice crystals with a little white appeared on the table next to the seat he was on and on the ground around him, mixed with the decay and dampness of the room, which further enhanced the gloomy feeling.

"I can help you curb these desires, will you trust me?" Agnes stepped forward slowly, her gaze directed at Mr. Chester's blood-red eyes.

Mr. Chester did not speak, but nodded in a clear motion.

Agnes hooked the corners of her mouth, then quickly retracted, her gaze on the dark flowers with a little blood.

The spirit rushes into it, and when the flower freezes in a state where it is about to bloom, it shrinks rapidly until it completely turns into a pitch-black seed.

The blood-colored stains faded quickly as the flowers shrank, and eventually only slight traces remained, imprinted on the seeds, like strange patterns.

Mr. Chester's body regained a slight sense of illusion and ephemerality, and his body slowly floated, and the white frost disappeared immediately, leaving only a few traces of water.

Mr. Chester's figure slowly appeared beside Agnes.

"You ......" He didn't continue with a little complicated meaning in his eyes, and with a little drifting meaning.

Agnes looked at Mr. Chester with a hint of doubt in her eyes, maintaining her spirituality.

"The Indulgences have begun their plans," Mr. Chester said softly, "I should go to them, for His Highness Tinicole or for a few of your Excellencies...... Or the arrival of the members of the Church of the Lord of the Storm to buy time......"

"Is there no other way?" Agnes was silent for a moment and asked, "They will choose to do these things directly in the sphere of influence of the Church of the Storm Lord, I'm afraid there are deeper hole cards, you ......"

"It's my responsibility." Mr. Chester raised his hand and lowered it again, and said with a smile and shaking his head.

Agnes couldn't help but look down into her palm.

Slowly sketching out the golden-red glow of the flowers, which seemed to be approaching the twilight sky of dusk, and like bright red blood, Agnes stared at the newly presented flowers, and finally just withdrew her gaze and did nothing.

"Then I'll walk around the city......" Angnes whispered.

"I want you to make sure you're alive first." Mr. Chester's voice lost a little of its vagueness, and took on a more serious tone, and he looked at Agnes intently.

"That's what I want to say to you, too." Agnes tugged at the corners of her mouth, and she reached out and pulled out a note from her bosom, on which the characters written in black ink had a faint sticky flow, looking like the mud that had just been accidentally struck out of the swamp, and the faint damp smell quietly filled her nose.

"If you don't have any other way, you can use it......" Agnes hesitated for a moment, then said, "You directly chant His honorable name, and then use your spirit to trigger it, which can affect all beings within a radius of ten meters, causing them to lose control." ”

"He is the unending expectation, the unending pain, the silent one who never forgets." Agnes said slowly in Dutan.

Mr. Chester nodded, and put the note away.

"Remember to close your eyes when you use it." Agnes couldn't help but add.

"Good," said Mr. Chester, smiling slightly, and reaching out to rub Agnes from her hair, "say, I wish it all the best." ”

"I wish you all the best." Agnes lowered her eyes and said in a very soft voice.

"In the future, this house can only become a gathering place for the homeless." Some fluttering voices with a little exclamation, some transparent and illusory figures disappeared in the flickering, and Angnes's gaze quickly fell to the somewhat dirty glass window, and all kinds of quarrels outside the window were mixed together, and finally seemed to form a disturbing and chaotic roar.

"Nightingale," Agnes whispered, pinching her eyebrows, and sitting down on the clean chair on the other side of the room, "can you bring my spirit to the spirit world here as she did last time?" ”