"The head of the temperance faction in Lansana City, Mr. Vincent."

"Can you tell me why you're here?"

Agnes asked softly.

Mr. Chester apparently did not inform Vincent of his new identity, and Agnes looked straight into Vincent's eyes, a little wariness that made her realize.

Frost poured down from the sky, and the shrieks of faint wraiths seemed to exist and didn't seem to exist.

He looked even thinner, and his whole body looked like a skeleton with only a skeleton left.

"Who are you?" Vincent was silent for a moment before asking.

"Who am I?" Agnes repeated Vincent's question, then laughed and replied with a look of great sincerity, "I don't know either!" ”

Vincent watched in silence as Agnes smiled until she coughed violently.

The white frost quickly dissolved, as if it had never been seen before.

He lifted his foot hesitantly, feeling his body free again.

"And what do you call you, sir?" Vincent stepped back a little before he asked again.

"Hashem, Sharif Hashem," Agnes replied with a smile on her face.

"Yes, Mr. Hashem, you should understand my purpose," Vincent said cautiously, "what do you want to do?" ”

The city of Lansana, the frontier outpost of the Ruon Kingdom's colonization in the Pas Valley, has always been on the front lines of conflict, and has been even more undercurrent recently.

The rebels, who are supposed to be hidden in the shadows, have been active lately, and there are faint signs of starting a new war.

Vincent is considered a high-ranking rebel in Lansana according to his status, but he has been marginalized in recent years, and he can know some information, but it is difficult to really influence the decisions of the rebels.

Of course, knowing some information is enough for him to do something, for example, during this time, there seems to be a new and different faction in the rebels, and most of the members are from the indulgence faction, but the ideas are strangely different.

He got the news that these people would be meeting here today, and that their hidden true leader would be revealed.

So he came here to meet the true chief.

It was obvious that he had achieved his goal, Vincent looked at the young man from the Southern Continent who looked like he was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and thought to himself.

It's not just what it looks like.

"What do I want to do? I'm not going to do anything," Angnes smirked, with a hint of sarcasm in her words, and her gaze swept over the few people lying on the ground, "maybe you should be more friendly, Mr. Vincent." ”

"I just knocked them out." Vincent silently followed Agnes' line of sight and spoke in a slow voice.

"Of course," Agnes leaned back against the wall, in a casual tone, "otherwise we wouldn't be standing here calmly talking." ”

"You're not a sensual." Vincent was silent for a moment before speaking.

"Of course, it's something obvious." Agnes straightened up and looked at Vincent as she spoke.

The entire space fell completely silent for a moment, until the silence was broken by the groans of a few people lying on the ground.

"Chief!" The man who fell to the ground subconsciously jumped up from the ground almost at the same time as Agnes looked at him, and took an attacking stance towards Vincent.

"Stop!" Agnes commanded in a calm tone.

Then she turned to look at Vincent.

"Maybe we have something to discuss, Mr. Vincent."

There was a hint of sly sly in her tone.

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"First of all, we are clear about our goals."

Agnes swept her gaze over everyone, her tone flat.

This is the basement of a shop selling discarded crafts and books, and many stained books are still scattered on the ground.

The dimly lit room has a little damp smell that is not very suitable for book preservation, and the air seems to be slightly distorted, and the faces of people in front of you seem to be invisible.

Vincent turned his head to look at the face of Agnes, who had spoken, and the bronzed skin of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy shone a strange color in the flickering candlelight.

“...... What kind of world do we want? How do you want people to live in this world? This is ultimately a question, and the answer lies in our description of our ideal country. ”

"We want a world of abundance without poverty, peace without war, and people ......"

Vincent was slightly stunned as he listened to the calm but powerful words, and he withdrew his gaze from the others, staring at Agnes deadly.

“...... How do we achieve this? We need to be clear about what we should and can do. ”

"Is it possible for us to ask everyone to start at the same time? Can we ask everyone to reach the finish line at the same time? ”

"Reaching the finish line at the same time is what we want, but starting at the same time is what we can do now......

“...... Class, status, wealth and poverty, intelligence, education, countless influencing factors, but in the final analysis, the most basic is whether people can live equally. Can they die equally? ”

Vincent's body trembled slightly, and he looked away as if he was a little frightened, and swept over everyone at the table.

“...... We need to be clear about who our enemies are. ”

"Who caused the unequal deaths?" Agnes looked straight at Vincent, who looked a little dazed, and Vincent subconsciously avoided Agnes's gaze.

"It's a warlord, it's a colonizer, it's someone who controls power but tries to kill others, and ......" Agnes grew faster, bringing out a faint sense of oppression, but stopped abruptly at the end of the sentence, and did not continue.

"What we need to do is to weaken them, strengthen our strength, and defeat them." Agnes's words were slightly adrift, as if suddenly there was no interest.

The room fell silent for a moment, and everyone's breathing was clearly audible.

"Go ahead with the plan," Agnes said in a slow voice, "you know. ”

The others at the table answered in unison and left the room without hesitation, leaving only Agnes and Vincent at the table.

"Your Goal ......"

"Any ideas, Mr. Vincent?"

Agnes and Vincent spoke at about the same time.

"Here's what you want to know," Agnes shrugged, "what I want to do." ”

"War, you want war." Vincent was faintly angry.

"Looks like you didn't understand." Agnes sighed slightly.

"Who caused the unequal deaths?" Agnes looked up, a slight sigh in her tone.

Agnes looked at Vincent and repeated her previous words word by word, with an incomprehensible color in her eyes, as if mockery, but also as if despair.

"It's the warlords, it's the colonizers, it's the ones who control power and try to kill others, and all the people who control the extraordinary."

"You're crazy!" Vincent cried out almost subconsciously, his voice uncontrollably sharp.

Agnes ignored Vincent's horror, her words still clear and steady.

"Including you, including me."