Nightingale put the letter down and looked at Rhaenys, a crisp voice coming from her.

"This is Madame's reply to you," she said in a calm voice, "and I asked you to bring it to you in the afternoon, but you have been in the church and institute of the Mother Earth God Church, and I am reluctant to go in, so I am waiting for you here." ”

"Yes, thank you, ma'am." Rhaenys' face softened considerably, and she picked up the letter that Nightingale had put down, and pulled the letter out of the envelope.

"Agnes'!" Rhaenys could barely hide her surprise, and instantly raised her head to look at the nightingale, who was looking at her quietly.

The nightingale tilted her head noncommittally and did not give any response.

"I didn't expect the first time I received a letter from a messenger for a personal matter to be Angnes, who had only been away from Fenerport City for a few months......" Rhaenys retracted her gaze and pursed her lips with a hint of complexity.

"Is she okay?" Rhaenys asked softly.

......

Agnes quickly swept her gaze over the house in front of her, then withdrew her gaze.

It is an ordinary house with no residual smell of depravity.

"You agreed to come here?" Agnes asked.

"Yes," Stitch stepped forward and rang the doorbell, once every two seconds, three times in total, and explained as he looked at Agnes, "it was made with them. ”

Agnes nodded slightly, her keen hearing made her hear the legs of the chairs in the house scratching the wooden floor, then the clear sound of a cane hitting the floor, which sounded sturdy, and then the sound approached, and the door creaked open.

Agnes saw an old man in a short black coat and a sturdy cane, his hair was as white as snow, his face was not wrinkled, and he wore a black blindfold that obscured all his vision.

"Please come in first." The old man nodded at Stitch, then turned around at great speed and walked towards the house.

His movements looked a little awkward, but judging from the movements of his whole body, it was not because there was a problem that would affect injuries or the like, but it looked like he restrained his instinct to walk away quickly.

Agnes slowed her pace thoughtfully.

"You don't have to do this," the old man noticed Agnes's movements, and without turning his head to look at Agnes, he said directly, "I'm sorry to see you and Mr. Stitch like this, I got up this morning, and suddenly had a hunch that tonight would be a good time to meet Stichy, but again, once the sun goes down, I can't open my eyes to see anything, and I need to keep my mind calm......"

Agnes couldn't help but feel a little amused when she heard the old man's words, but at the same time, she also understood the reason why the old man did this.

"But you still had a premonition of danger as you approached me." Agnes spoke in a calm tone.

The old man paused and nodded.

"In fact, when you look at me, I have a special feeling," said the old man, "and I can perceive that you have no ill will, but my instinct still makes me want to leave your sight. ”

"The most fundamental source of fear is also an instinctive desire." Agnes nodded knowingly, spoke, and closed her eyes.

The old man seemed to smile bitterly and did not speak.

The three sat down in the living room.

"I'm the only one to talk to you today." Agnes gave feedback based on all perceptions other than her own vision, knowing that the old man had leaned his cane against the shelf next to the sofa, and a clear voice told Agnes that it was not a good place to put her cane.

This gentleman should not be rich, and he has not experienced the life of high society, Agnes made this judgment in her heart.

And in fact, Stitch's previous worries didn't exist at all, Agnes couldn't help but shake her head in her heart, although she still couldn't clearly know what the specific sequence of this gentleman was, but judging from the feeling he gave him, it was very likely to be a demigod level.

Agnes didn't think that such a high-level member would not be aware that there were people around her who already believed in the "primordial moon", and to be honest, Agnes was very suspicious that Stitch would meet the old man with the member of the life school who was very likely to be tainted, which was the old man's expectation, and the purpose of this could be related to the hidden ones behind this event.

"The council is willing to agree to what you propose," said the old man, and Agnes noticed that the old man was watching Stitch's direction, "As for the materials that need to be handed over to you, you can take them with you today, and I hope that your strength on Olavi Island is enough to send them to your church for sealing." ”

What does the church ask for from the School of Life? Agnes couldn't help but frown, what kind of information did she not collect and need to exchange with the School of Life? Or is it just an excuse?

"The contents of these materials are dangerous enough for most people," the old man continued, "I hope you and your companions are enough to restrain your curiosity. ”

"I believe that enough." Agnes heard Stitch say in a serious tone.

"Okay." Agnes felt that there was something strange in the old man's tone.

The old man didn't speak for a long time after saying this, and the room was completely quiet for a while.

"I was still full of doubts about Stitch's special state," the old man said suddenly, turning his head to Agnes for the first time, "but all my doubts were completely solved when I met you. ”

"It's a pity that I don't understand it myself." Agnes shook her head and said straight.

"It is often difficult for different souls to achieve unity, and the inevitable division is eternal," the old man began, "and only in certain circumstances can different souls be bound together for some reason. ”

Agnes raised an eyebrow slightly.

"You should understand that this is a force of subjective spiritual origin, which is in many cases one-sided and limited in one's thoughts and feelings, and even seems to be opposed to logical concepts and to some recognized eternal essence......"

Agnes listened to the old man's words that gradually began to speak at length, and couldn't help twitching the corners of her mouth, and interrupted the old man's words.

"I see what you mean," said Agnes, "and I prefer to sum it up in one word. ”

Agnes spoke slowly in the silence of the old man, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but show a smile.

"I prefer to call it faith."