"When are you going to go?"

Mr. Chester motioned for Agnes to sit down across from him, and asked in some surprise.

"In fact, it doesn't make a difference to me when I leave," said Agnes, agreeing to Mr. Chester's words, and sat down in the chair on the other side of the square table, "I just need to consider the health of the lady who is traveling with me. ”

She looked at Mr. Chester and smiled, "And now I have the help of a friend, plus the lady herself is a 'criminal'. I think there should be no problem in arriving safely in the southern continent. ”

"But the situation in the Southern Continent is ......," Mr. Chester smiled wryly.

"Is there a difference? Maybe the environment on the southern continent is more friendly. Agnes shrugged, "In the time since we left Byam until now, there have been many dead natives at sea. ”

Mr. Chester was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"Then what needs to be considered now is the problem of your eyes, Mr. Chester." Agnes fixed her gaze on Mr. Chester's eyes, which still had a color that looked like bone chips and snowflakes in the depths of those eyes, which made them very eye-catching.

"It will take time for the effects to fade," said Mr. Chester, pausing to gauge the extent of the effects, "and it will take about two weeks." ”

Agnes hesitated a little, thought for a moment before asking, with a hint of tentativeness, "Actually, I'm curious, Mr. Chester, that this effect is somewhat unique. ”

"It seems too gentle," she whispered, "after all, this is the extraordinary item you chose to use in that fight." ”

In fact, Agnes not only found this influence unique, but also wondered what he had done to make the negative effects of an extraordinary object that could affect angels fade in such a short period of time, but it clearly involved some secrets of temperance, and she had already turned down an invitation to join the Rose School when she was in Byam.

"It's not mild, it's just because we have a lot of experience in dealing with it." Mr. Chester thought for a moment, but explained like this.

Agnes nodded, not continuing to ask.

"Then I'll leave with you in two weeks," she said, propping her chin with a slightly casual tone in her tone, "you should be more experienced in traversing the Furious Sea." ”

"So, what are you going to do when you go to the Southern Continent?" Mr. Chester asked with a smile on his lips at Angness's words.

"Nominally, Sister Pagani is a missionary to the Southern Continent." Agnes said with a shrug.

"So actually?" Mr. Chester asked very cooperatively.

"Actually," Angnes sat up straight, holding her chin away, "I probably wanted to see there,"

"And ......," she paused, smiling slightly, "maybe I'll do something." ”

......

"I'm glad you're back here, Nightingale." Agnes pushed open the door and said with a smile on her face when she saw the figure in the corner of the room.

"I will do your will, ma'am." Nightingale's snowflake-colored eyes lifted little by little, and finally stopped at the eyes of Agnes looking at her, and said in a crisp voice.

"I wrote the music for you," she said without waiting for Agnes' response, "as a gift for you." ”

"I'm looking forward to it." Agnes whispered.

"I would love to see this piece of music for you first," Nightingale's attitude gradually became more and more radically calm, "even if I am equally sure that if you hear this piece first, you will not allow it to reach the ears of others......"

"Why?" Agnes asked in a soft voice.

"Because I know very well why you were angry a hundred and eighty years ago," Nightingale's snowflake-colored eyes gradually calmed, "and you don't want someone to spread your name through extraordinary power, which you define as inappropriate behavior." Whether it is this piece of music of mine or the painting of the Sabbath in the shadow of Pale White, it contains our deepest desires, even through the most ordinary bearings, it will have an extraordinary ......"

"Pale White Shadow?" Agnes raised an eyebrow and asked.

"It seems that you haven't retrieved that memory yet," Nightingale said after pausing what he was about to say, "he was a human, a member of the 'Order of the Remnant of Sins.'" ”

"So he's the one who was rumored to be," Agnes raised an eyebrow with interest, "I'm more curious about this piece of your music now, have you named it?" ”

"The day of mercy." Nightingale said almost subconsciously.

Agnes couldn't help but raise her hand and rub her forehead, without making any comments.

"In what way are you going to give this gift to me?" She asked, putting down her hand and looking at Nightingale.

"My mind." Nightingale said as a matter of course.

The spiritual wall appeared around her almost as soon as she spoke, and the noise that had been in Agnes' ears since this morning was completely gone. Nightingale's figure turned into illusory ripples that reverberated within the spiritual wall, and the illusory door seemed to be quietly opened.

It's as if the ethereal female chorus and melodious violin ensemble sound at the same time, responding to each other, sounding serene and harmonious. With the addition of a deep baritone, the solemn atmosphere broke the silence almost instantly. And then the male chorus and the female chorus alternate, and the sense of grandeur can almost completely occupy the hearts of all listeners.

Agnes could almost imagine the power of the music when it sounded in a temple of angelic statues and paintings

"Slow down the festival and sing the song, Chen Zhu is very provocative."

The description that popped into Angness's mind was that even without the influence of extraordinary powers, this piece undoubtedly had far more power than all other pieces in her current memory, and had the power to move people's hearts at the extreme. Even if the choral suite is used, which seems to be far away from the world, it is still not so far away because most of the Masses are less solemn and more graceful.

And if you add the cooperation of extraordinary power...... It's a pity.

Agnes exhaled, gathered her thoughts, and listened carefully to the final chorus of children's choruses as pure and bright as flowers.

"I love it." Agnes said with a smile as she looked at Nightingale's figure that had reappeared in front of her.

Nightingale's face looked a little pale, and Agnes almost easily found extreme frenzy in the gaze she looked at her.

The door of the open mind...... Agnes raised her hand and stroked Nightingale's face.

"I am honored, my little nightingale," she whispered, "so respond to my invitation and accompany me to experience the world, after this gift of mine." ”

Faint fluctuations spread out of her body, and Nightingale's eyes gradually quieted.