A last-minute change of plans meant that there were a few things to deal with, and for Agnes, these things were not much—Lani's arrangement, and the previous New Year's agreement to leave with Mr. Chester.

But Agnes didn't think that was a problem - just give Lani over to Mr. Chester.

This was the idea that Agnes had during this time, but it was implemented a little earlier.

Lani is in the easier phase of her desires, and Agnes doesn't see herself as a good guide for Lani. After all, people don't really know what they want until they really do something on their own terms.

And Lani is with Agnes, and it seems that she is a companion, and even someone that Agnes needs to take care of, but in the beginning, she is Agnes's prisoner, and she is the person Agnes monitors. Lani knew this too, so she never objected to Agnes' decision.

Agnes, on the other hand, would only do what she wanted to do—and that was her will, even though she hadn't experienced anything strong enough to support such a desire.

Her desires were not obtained through some of the more common means, but from her shattered memories—or something more secret.

Something was hidden in the depths of her soul, and then it took root and sprouted under the stimulus of something, like an already supersaturated solution, and at the slightest vibration it would have crystals growing along everything that could cling.

For Lani, the beginning of her life, her mother lit enough dry wood for her to keep her warm, but now it has been extinguished, and only the residual warmth remains; For the rest of her life, hatred and self-hatred had taken over all of her life, and then, on the day of Byam, flames erupted to destroy herself and the surroundings.

The noble existence of human nature is often embodied or born in suffering, but not all that is born in suffering is sublime.

Illice is inevitable in people's hearts, despair will always make people choose to release the most buried malice in their hearts, but Agnes expects Lani to control the malice in her heart in the newborn hope.

Hope is always important.

It's like eating a bunch of grapes, some people start with the best one, some people start with the worst one, and both are equally painful, the former will only get worse and worse, and the latter will always eat the worst. But it's always different, because the latter still has hope, while the former is only memories.

And Agnes hopes that everyone will be the latter, including Lani, of course.

Lani doesn't have a deal with Agnes' decision right now, and Mr. Chester understands Agnes' decision well.

He just nodded a little regretfully, and then made a new pact with Agnes—

"Then we'll see you in the Southern Continent, Caesars Harbor is a nice place," Chester's eyes, which were still completely different from the rest of his life, as he looked at the brooch pinned to the collar of Agnus's coat, "The brooch I gave you seems to be a good ornament." ”

Agnes subconsciously raised her hand and touched the brooch at the collar, the roses made of red glass inlaid shimmered with blood-like luster in the sunlight shining through the window, faintly flowing under her fingertips.

"Even if it's not as an ornament." Agnes remembers replying with a smile.

In addition to Lani's arrangement, there was also the house she had bought according to her heart's desires—she asked Stitch, who, by some chance instinct, thought that maybe Stitch would use it.

The carpet taken by His Excellency Utravsky had to be disposed of by Stitch.

So Agnes now only carried a suitcase containing her black notebook, a rose brooch belonging to her teacher, Monsieur Conti, seeds and medicines given to her by Stitch and Renys, and "pastries" given to her by Frank. In addition to this, there are some kinriso and some ritual materials. The only extraordinary items she possessed were the "Laugher's Mask" to keep her identity as "Ella Boyesia", and the bracelet "Aurelio's Gift" that her brother gave her - she hadn't used it much since she left Bodivia, after all, the style of the sea was better suited to killing all enemies; The seed Bodivia got in the guise of the emerald stud earrings "Whispers of the Abyss", and the "Dream Haunting Rose" that Mr. Chester gave her.

Almost all of the pirate hunts have been done by her through extraordinary gatherings or through Mr. Chester—for a "living corpse", the most important extraordinary weapon in itself, and of course the living corpse of her own making, Karpas is standing behind her like a guard.

She didn't actively pursue these things—after all, "wealth" didn't exist in the desires she was seeking, so she didn't violate the rules of "divine poverty", and of course "Ella Boyesia" didn't need to follow them.

Agnes reached out and pressed the wide-brimmed hat on top of her head and looked up at the harbor in front of her.

The port of Olawe at 9 o'clock is definitely busy, after all, it is on the "Rorsted-Tuscat" route, and the island itself is rich in natural resources.

The salty smell of the sea mixed with the sweat of the sailors, and occasionally a hint of blood that Agnes could clearly discern by her sense of smell, perhaps from some seafood that had to be caught after a struggle, or from a more brutal trade, or perhaps from the people themselves.

Karpas looked a little nervous, but at least he didn't attack the people around him directly—Agnes had given him an order not to attack.

It seemed that the commands of the controller had a higher priority than the nature of the living corpse itself, and Agnes thoughtfully withdrew her gaze from Karpass.

She lifted her hand and pressed it against Karpass's shoulder, the muscles under the fabric that were so tight that they almost spasmed as cold as iron.

"It's going to take a few minutes," said Agnes, looking up at Karpass's scarlet eyes with interest, "and of course, the people around you...... You still need to get over it. ”

Karpaz's eyes still didn't see any change, but Agnes could clearly feel the muscles under her palms tighten a little, and even the feeling that the flesh that had already been deactivated would break the needles and threads she had stitched up before in the next second.

Agnes couldn't help but hook the corners of her mouth, withdrew the hand she had put on Karpas's shoulder, looked at the ship not far away, and then turned her head to look at the crowd behind her.

"Let's go, let's deal with some not-so-friendly guys first."