Agnes opened her eyes in the faint morning light.

Dots of light vanished before her eyes, and the new sunlight pierced through the window in front of her with hazy light and shadow, resting on her skin that had no temperature of her own.

But along with the sunshine poured in, in addition to the light and shadow of the new life, there was also a noisy voice, as if countless people were babbling something in her ear.

Of course, this can't be called a "sound" to be precise. This "voice" does not belong to the information received by her overly sensitive ears, but comes from a deeper part. This is the different fluctuations that represent their masters, passing certain information to Agnes.

And Agnes felt that she had a good acceptance of such a jumbled, noisy sound, and even felt that the "sound" she heard now was much more pleasant than the one she had heard last night.

It's like the difference between the decoration next door and the guests at the next table in a restaurant.

Yes, it's like someone not far away from you is telling someone else something.

"Greedy speculators, harsh controllers...... "Agnes gazes to the increasingly active towns not far away, "and the ...... who are either ambitious or unwilling to do so"

She stopped her words and didn't make a final definition.

She let go of her hands on the windowsill and cast her attention on the melancholy violin sound, which grew louder and louder.

"Nightingale." Agnes whispered in a smiling voice.

Almost the next second Agnes spoke, a slight ripple spread out from the corner of the room, and the snow-colored eyes looked at Agnes with the embarrassment and panic of being discovered.

"I'm glad that my little nightingale appeared in front of me early in the new year." Angnes watched Nightingale's reaction and couldn't help but tilt her head with interest.

Nightingale seemed visibly subconsciously restraining her desire to avoid Angnes' gaze, her crisp voice tinged with a hint of embarrassment and pleading.

"Miss Rhaenys summoned me and asked me to bring her reply along with her New Year's present."

Agnes reached out and took the small gift box that Nightingale had sent, groaned, and placed it on the desk.

Then she put a weak hand on Nightingale's shoulder, who almost subconsciously wanted to leave, turned her head and hooked the corners of her mouth and asked, "So does my little nightingale have a New Year's gift that you want to give me?" ”

Nightingale's eyes grew panicked, but the tips of her ears were red as blood as Agnes placed her arm on the other side of her shoulder.

"Yes...... Some. Her words stammered with a stammer, clearly caused by nervousness.

Agnes put her arm on her shoulder with some amusement.

"Then I have a return gift," said Agnes softly in a teasing voice, "and I suppose my Miss Courier wouldn't mind coming back here after helping me deliver my New Year's gifts, right?" ”

Nightingale quickly picked up the things that Agnes had packed up after hearing Agnes's words, and the figure disappeared into the room in an instant with the ripples that spread out.

"Like a child." Agnes shook her head helplessly.

She shrugged her shoulders and reached out to open the gift box from Rhaenys, and the first thing that greeted her was two small boxes, one of which was even smaller, containing what looked like food, but had a strange shape and smell.

Agnes cautiously did not touch the box, but took out the letter, which was sandwiched between the two layers of boxes, clearly beyond the normal thickness.

"Forgive me for not being able to reply to you as soon as I received your letter, dear Agnes, and I hope that the enclosure of this letter will be helpful to you."

"Earlier you wrote that you would stay on Olawe Island for a while and wait for the situation at sea to ease. In fact, I've gotten some news these days that I think it's probably not a good idea. I am afraid that the situation at sea will become more and more complicated, and there is no time to wait for the situation to ease. ”

"The same situation is the same on the Templar side, and I don't have the authority to know the details of many things here for the time being, but judging from the movements of the deacons on the Celestial side, the attitude of the church on many things during this time is a little strange. The attitude of the Church towards the Lemberg side...... Seriously, the clergy are being asked to scrutinize themselves, and the watchmen and the heart of nature are more vigilant against their own depravity, and in fact, I'm a little worried about Frank......."

"What happened during this time always gave me something that wasn't quite good, whether it was church or secular, as you once described it, as if a storm was coming. If you're around me, you're bound to be able to see something, and you're always more sensitive to these changes......"

"Either way, the new year is bound to bring about some changes that have not been seen before, and all we can do is pray to the Mother Goddess that these changes will go in a better direction."

"Along with the letter is a New Year's gift that Frank and I are going to give you. Frank's one is the result of his recent research—something that may not seem appropriate to the church, but Frank thinks you might need it because you don't have a church cultivator with you...... Well, that's what he said. ”

"I can't understand why Frank made it look like a pastry, because it's not really recommended to use it as food. Creatures that acquire its traits will possess some of the characteristics of spore plants for a period of time...... It does not refer to appearance, but to the reproductive aspect, and it is possible to forcibly circumvent the reproductive isolation between different species...... So, please take care of this item, otherwise I suspect it will lead to an outbreak of species in an area. ”

"And I'm going to give you something more ordinary, a large bottle of healing potions, with a hundred doses in it. It is effective for most diseases in the southern continent, but for severe patients, it can only prolong the survival time, but cannot be completely cured, and there is no effect on external injuries. If you use it yourself, it should last a long time. If you use it while you're on a mission, it's like dropping a drop of ink into the ocean, so don't you really consider letting me help you? ”

The corners of Angness's mouth twitched as she put down the letter paper, placing the smaller box in front of her into the tin box, and carefully sealing all the gaps in the box.

"So, is Frank really not tainted?"

Agnes couldn't help but wonder.

She carefully wrapped the tin box in newspaper and put it in her suitcase, then put on her trench coat and hat of her own.

She exhaled slightly, turned and walked out of the room.

"It's not Mr. Chester's."