"You look energetic today," Lani said, a little surprised, "not like it seemed two days ago...... Sullen. ”

Agnes blinked, "Is that what you're talking about?" ”

Her face gradually turned lifeless and pale, and the skin of her hand holding the doorknob completely lost its blood, clearly revealing the cyan veins underneath, and the dark red and purple markings under the skin that could not be clearly identified as if blood had coagulated were looming, and the boundaries could not be seen clearly, forming a strange network pattern.

She looked at Lani steadily, the aura of decay and weariness emanating from her, her eyes filled with extreme hatred and anger, and her tone gradually took on a cold aura.

"I think...... It's not gloomy. She said in a slightly hoarse voice.

Lani's face froze slightly for a moment, and it took a long time for her to return to normal, barely allowing herself to put on a smile.

"You seem to be in a good mood today." She spoke as if nothing had happened.

"On the last day of the year, always make yourself and others happy." Agnes shrugged her shoulders, the obvious strangeness quickly disappearing from her, and whispered with a distinct smile between her eyebrows.

The muscles in Lani's face twitched slightly, and she nodded.

"You're .....," she said hesitantly, looking at Agnes.

"What's wrong?" Agnes asked, raising an eyebrow.

"It's nothing," Rani retracted the look on her face, "There are two gentlemen who have just left a message to visit you in the afternoon. ”

Lani said, hesitating for a moment, before speaking again, "Karpas attacked them when they came, but was easily suppressed by one of the tall gentlemen, and was only let go after the other said it was your living corpse. ”

The only one who knew that she had a new living corpse was Stitch, and Agnes almost instantly understood the identity of one of them, and the person who would visit her with Stitch was most likely from the Mother Earth God Church. Considering that she would choose to leave a visit and visit more formally, she should not have known this person before, and it is very likely that this person knew her original aristocratic status.

Agnes nodded, a small smile.

"I see."

Lani nodded, didn't say anything more, and just quietly walked out of the room.

Agnes withdrew her gaze from Lani, closed the door, and turned her gaze to the mirror in the corner. The pale-skinned woman looked lifeless, and the skin of her right hand, which was not covered by the fabric of the nightdress, was entangled with dark red and purple markings that seemed to have clotted blood, and finally disappeared in the light brown fabric of the nightdress.

Instead of being reflected in the mirror, Agnes looked down at her hand, the cold sheening black seed pulled out branches and wrapped them around her right arm, the new branches inside tried to pierce her arm, but they quickly withered when they sank into her skin, and the false hatred and anger drew the emotions in her eyes, hiding her calm thoughts.

Agnes casually stopped devoting herself to spirituality, put away the seed in her hand, and looked at the woman in the mirror with only cold scrutiny in her eyes, with a little complexity in her eyes.

"True hatred, confused desire," she whispered to herself, looking at the missing markings on her arm in the mirror, "but alas, either lose your soul or lose your life." ”

Ever since the last ritual in which she subconsciously used the seed of desire to bind Karpass's spirit in the corpse, and Karpas was born with the trait of extreme vigilance, she almost instantly developed the ability to deceive her mind through the seed of desire in her hand, so as to help herself play.

Mr. Chester had previously taught her the maxim of the temperance faction for the "living corpse" stage: "The living corpse" is not a bloodthirsty person who is irrational and thirsts for flesh, but an hater who curses the living, so that the "living corpse" indulges in darkness, full of resentment and malice, and does not want to return to a quiet eternal sleep.

Agnes agrees with Mr. Chester's words, and the Rose School's millennia of exploration of the "prisoner" path has indeed summed up a sufficiently valid maxim.

But alas, she ran into problems when playing - the malice she disguised was ineffective for the "living corpse" to play.

Interaction with others seems to be less important to the "prisoner" sequence, and instead focuses more on one's own inner differences. When she first took the "living corpse" potion, she suddenly realized in her heart that she was completely inhuman, and she had already digested some of the potion, even if it was only Nightingale next to her.

Agnes doesn't know if the other "living corpses" have been in this situation, but it's clear that tricking her mind may be the only effective solution for her.

As far as she was concerned, there were not many seeds of other kinds of desire, only many seeds of hatred would be born, after all, the Indulgence faction had caused trouble in Byam before, which had induced the hatred of the inhabitants there. Many of them, after the events of Byam, no longer needed her to consume the spirit to silence these seeds, and from the descriptions of them, very few of them were due to the fact that their owners had completely abandoned these desires, but more because they had died during and after that incident, after all, they hated Rune and hated the Church of the Storm, and Agnes couldn't help but wonder if Byam had several massacres during this time.

During this time, the waters around Byam became a forbidden area for piracy, and Olawe Island was even affected, and all kinds of gossip flew around, but it was extremely difficult to get accurate information, after all, the situation has not yet calmed down.

Either way, these desires were extremely useful to her. These ownerless desires could not be planted by her in her own heart, and even withered quickly when they actually touched her heart. But by merely catalyzing them to re-emerge, she can actively cooperate with the effects of them, and then manifest them.

She withdrew her gaze from the full-length mirror, took her clothes out of the closet, quickly changed them, and walked downstairs.

Karpass, the living corpse, huddled quietly in the corner of the living room, staring warily at Lani's figure.

The upside-down prayer on the coffee table was very conspicuous, but Agnes did not immediately turn her attention away, but looked at the new wounds and torn clothes on Karpaz's body with some headaches, and pressed her temples with some headaches.

"Go change your own clothes." She said to Karpass, who was cowering in the corner.

Then she sighed, picked up the prayer post, skimmed the cliché directly over it, and threw it into the final signature.

"Father Utravsky......" Angnes whispered thoughtfully.