Nightingale's appearance always carries a different composition, a fact that Agnes discovered after she couldn't resist listening to the whispers in the hearts of everyone around her.

And this time, Nightingale's appearance was accompanied by the beautiful and lingering serenade played by the fenneport, which made Agnes subconsciously relax slightly, and the irrepressible exhaustion spread, and she raised her hand and rubbed her temples.

"What kind of music can be heard that everyone doesn't want to leave?" Agnes didn't hesitate and asked directly.

"Maybe it's not the song that's charming," Nightingale replied after a moment's thought, "it's the dream that the song describes, the world that doesn't exist." ”

Agnes pressed her fingers on her temples and paused.

Indeed, what man himself sees is compared to what he imagined...... It's too pale. Agnes whispered to herself after a long time.

"Ma'am?" Nightingale spoke out with some curiosity.

Agnes looked up at Nightingale, her voice tinged with a little languid hoarseness.

"If the door is bright enough," said Agnes slowly, "how can I see what's behind the door?" ”

"That's probably ...... Is it to let your eyes pass through the dark slits? Nightingale replied with some uncertainty.

Agnes nodded, didn't speak, just propped her head and looked at Nightingale's cheeks that were flushing under her gaze.

"Is there anything wrong with my answer, ma'am?" Nightingale couldn't help but speak.

"No problem, it makes sense." Agnes put down the hand supporting her head, straightened up, and nodded earnestly.

The tip of Nightingale's ear turned uncontrollably red for a moment, and her hand grasped it and released it again.

"I ...... You don't look well, ma'am," said Nightingale, with some hesitation, "do you need me to sing to you, ma'am?" ”

"Of course," Agnes laughed, and whispered, "I want a serenade, and if it's a lullaby, so much the better." ”

"My pleasure." Nightingale nodded earnestly, the ripples slowly dispersed, her figure vanished, and the new music box on the coffee table in front of Agnes was richly decorated, and the soft and sweet melody filled the room little by little.

Agnes slowly closed her eyes in a peaceful tune, and the room fell completely silent.

......

Spending time on a ship can be boring in some ways, but it's new in another.

The crew tried every means to get Adwina's attention, but all Adewina had in mind was for the people to study.

Even with plans made to go to the sites where many dangers were identified, Adewina's teaching program didn't stop, and Agnes would sometimes go to listen to her lecture the crew - in her words, learning was something that was going on every moment and should never be stopped for any reason.

Anderson teases cats and dogs, and Agnes even suspects that if it weren't for the "arsonist", a certain crew member, no, the entire crew of the ship would have knocked him unconscious and thrown into the sea to feed the sharks.

The Oak Law reinforces the stereotype of the Church of Mother Earth at sea, and grows all kinds of strange plants on the ship to improve everyone's life. In this way, her nun of the Mother Earth God Church is not at all competent, and Agnes sometimes can't help but sigh.

And Sbasnereki, the "Knight of the Dawn", looks hearty but has a clear sense of distance from ordinary sailors, with a little traditional "knight" quality, and has his own pride.

As for Agnes herself, she doesn't feel like she's showing any horror of being a "living corpse", but the crew is always afraid of her, especially when Karpas follows Agnes.

"I'm not going to eat your corpse." Agnes finally couldn't bear it anymore after hearing the crew for a moment of fear again.

Almost instantly, her voice turned from a whisper to a scream, and Agnes couldn't help but rub her ears as she watched the crew run away in a hurry.

"Hahahaha......" Anderson's laughter was clearly recognizable, and Agnes put down her hand rubbing her ears and turned her head to look at the shadows behind her.

Anderson held his stomach in one hand and laughed so hard that he couldn't stand up straight, and the other hand was on the wall.

"If you don't want extraordinary traits, donate them to those in need!" Agnes almost blurted out.

As soon as the words fell, Agnes herself was stunned for a moment, it was by no means her own style to speak like this, but this sentence, with even a little bit of shame, gave her an irrepressible sense of familiarity.

It's like...... It's like......

Agnes stopped, her eyes half-down, thoughts rolling through her mind.

"I didn't expect ......," Anderson didn't say his words, feeling his chin and smacking Angnes' lips.

Then he looked at Agnes' current state and sighed in disappointment.

"Now it looks like an amnesiac corpse that just came out of a coffin." Anderson sighed quietly.

Agnes took a breath, collected her thoughts, and left the passage and headed straight for the deck.

Edwina, Okfa, and Sbasnereki were already on deck, looking at the sky with solemn faces.

The air currents formed and coiled into the wind, whistling and enveloping a large area with no edge in sight, and the light inside was dim, and the lightning dyed with a deep sense streaked through it, illuminating the surrounding scene as if it were the end of the world.

"Storm?" Agnes whispered, and shook her head in the next moment, "No, there is still a spiritual aura in it. ”

"It is recorded in many occult books," said Advina with a serious expression, "The power of the Grim Reaper when he fell not only changed the climate and environment of the ocean between the north and south continents, making it full of natural disasters and dangerous currents, in the name of rage, but also broke the barrier between the real and the unreal, polluting and destroying the corresponding spiritual realm, allowing the two sides to influence each other......"

"We didn't go from Long Tail Island on the Rorsted Islands to avoid this as much as possible," the first mate said casually as he roared and commanded the crew, "We have to deviate from the safe lane, and it will take longer to deviate from the safe lane." ”

Agnes casually instructed Karpas to come forward and help.

"I can feel the danger of the dark lightning that breeds in the clouds," Agnes looked at the shadows beneath the surface of the sea, and she could vaguely see bloody arms waving upwards, "and there is mystery brewing beneath the surface." ”

"This is the last leg of the voyage before reaching the ruins," Sbasnereki's eyes twinkled with a strange light, "leaving this cloud-covered area and arriving at our destination." ”