Some of the old wooden doors made a "creaking" sound.

Sharon followed the voice.

A bronzed-skinned boy with a delicate face stepped out, still with a little thought in his eyes.

"What are you thinking?" Sharon asked softly.

"I'm thinking—" Agnes said with a slight smile. "His Highness Tinicole's humanity is well maintained."

"Humanity?" Sharon glanced at Agnes, her voice almost inaudible.

Agnes smiled and didn't speak.

That's really part of her mind.

This angel was very different from what she had seen in the spirit realm before—he, no, though visibly suppressed, was enough for Agnes to feel something she cared about with all her might.

The voice from the depths of the angel's mind was obscured by something, but it was enough to see it even by the most ordinary means of knowing others.

Agnes closed her eyes and thought wildly.

Teardrop-shaped black gems with a few cracks were made into bow-tie-like decorations, which adorned the royal dresses and glittered in the candlelight, even a little dazzling.

"Your situation is dangerous," Agnes said to the blonde red-eyed woman, glancing at the black gem that was conspicuous enough, "and you are his most influential anchor." ”

The blonde woman nodded almost invisibly, then looked at Agnes, and said casually with a calm face:

"More than that."

Is this talking about the previous sentence or the latter sentence? Agnes couldn't help but think, but the blonde woman didn't continue to explain, but said something else with some abruptness.

"Initially, everyone who wants to join the school needs to make an oath to the gods."

There was no fluctuation in her tone, but Agnes felt a little complexity in it.

"The oath guarantees the maximum loyalty of each member and that they will not be able to leave the school."

"But Mr. Conte left." Agnes said with an eyebrow raised.

The blonde woman bowed slightly.

"Is it an attempt?" Agnes asked softly.

She didn't speak, she remained silent.

"I see."

Agnes sighed and burst out laughing again.

"You've been too gentle with me." Agnes said with some emotion.

The blonde woman looked at Agnes with a calm expression.

"What kind of attitude do you want from me?" She asked in a flat tone.

"There's no expectation," said Agnes with a smile, "just a little bit of a less than a good imagination." ”

"I received His gift, and He didn't ask for anything from me." The blonde woman with red eyes opened her mouth in surprise to explain.

"You are His apostle." She said in a flat tone.

Agnes retracted her thoughts and looked at Sharon.

"I wonder if I'll be able to touch something as confidential as a map from the Star Plateau to the Paz Valley?"

Agnes asked with a hint of sarcasm in her tone, as if joking.

Sharon looked at Agnes thoughtfully.

"You're leaving?" She asked.

"Of course," Angnes tilted her head, with a slight smile in her tone, "Sherif is a bard." ”

"There are no bards in the Southern Continent now," Sharon said in a flat tone, but serious enough. "At least not from the Star Plateau to the Pas Valley."

"I see," Agnes shrugged, "but it doesn't matter, I want to see the Southland, and being a bard is just an excuse." ”

"Those two children......" Sharon began, but hesitated to stop her words.

Agnes tilted her head and looked at her with some confusion.

"We'll take care of them."

Sharon said with a serious expression.

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"Mr. Chester said Rani was placed in the Paz Valley."

It was drizzling in the woods, and Agnes subconsciously raised her hand to press the brim of her hat, but only touched the wet ends of her forehead, she was stunned for a moment, and then sighed and shrugged her shoulders.

"Gotta get rid of the habit quickly."

Faint ripples appeared, and a nightingale appeared abruptly on Agnes' shoulder.

"The city of Liano is settled for the time being, and Madame Lani loves it there." Nightingale's voice rang in Angnes' ears, "What are you going to do next, ma'am?" ”

"I'm going to have to check it out." Agnes wiped a handful of the rain that ran down her slightly curly hair onto her cheeks, and said casually almost to herself.

"The temperance has shown me their situation," Angnes whispered, "whether they are ordinary or ordinary, they are in trouble. ”

"The gods they believe in are powerless to return to heaven, which is the most fundamental, and the birth of 'gods' is enough to prove this."

"The struggle between the two factions on the Southern Continent and the Sea of Sunia is enough to show that their control over the Rose School is extremely low......," Agnes said in a flat tone, "The Rose School has been completely divided, and even the attitude of the Indulgence Faction in Baiam is enough to see that they do not regard the Temperance Sect as the first enemy to deal with. ”

"To put it mildly, if it weren't for the existence of His Highness Tinicol, the temperance faction would never be able to resist the indulgence faction, and this highness would never be able to hold out for too long, this is an extraordinary dilemma."

"Ahem......" Nightingale seemed to be choked by something, as if she wanted to ask something, but she held back again.

Agnes looked down, swept her eyes to the little nightingale on her shoulder, and smiled slightly.

"That highness is the daughter of the ancient highland king, and she has a great influence on the ordinary people of the southern continent, but the colonization from the northern continent has broken this."

"When I was in the town of Compo, when I asked Miss Sharon if there was a custom of living sacrifices there, her answer was interesting." She slowed her tone and whispered.

"'They hate the Indis, it's hard to stop,'" Agnes said in a flat tone, "Many of the sacrifices chosen by the living sacrifices will be captives, and this custom is an indulgence of the hatred of the heart. ”

"The current temperarians do not advocate living sacrifice, but if they prevent it, then they will never be recognized by the common people—blood feuds can never be easily let go."

"If they don't stop it—then this is the breeding ground for indulgence," Agnes said in a calm but sure tone, "and most of those who have tasted indulgence will not have the perseverance to bring them to moderation." ”

"It's a dilemma, a trade-off has to be made, and that's their dilemma when it comes to ordinary believers."

Agnes raised her head and looked at the thinning jungle in front of her, the close-knit wooden houses came into Angnes' eyes through the gaps in the forest, and the faint smell of blood drifted along with the tide, and she sighed slightly.

"Obviously," Angnes whispered.

"They can't solve any of this."