With a "click", the library slowly closed, leaving only Agnes and Nathaniel in the room.

"Say," Agnes looked into Nathaniel's dark green eyes and leaned back in her chair, "what do you want to ask me?" ”

Although Nathaniel didn't show it, his apparently unusual attitude, a voice from the bottom of his heart, honestly informed Agnes of his thoughts.

It cannot be denied that Nathaniel was indeed a perceptive and tolerant man, and if he was given the opportunity, he could get all the information he could get. For more than a month, even if there were things that Agnes had not said explicitly, Nathaniel could understand what Agnes meant.

But this time it's different, it's related to the extraordinary, and it's easier to touch the taboo just by knowing or knowing too much. There is no doubt that Nathaniel is now one of the most dangerous situations, and he has touched the danger.

Nathaniel looked at the badge in Agnes' hand, his eyes widened, and he subconsciously shook his bloodstained hand.

"Am I going to die?" He looked up at Agnes.

Agnes blinked and decided to answer honestly:

"Maybe not, maybe it will, maybe it's worse than death." She said.

"What about Bielsa?" Nathaniel closed his eyes, his voice trembling slightly.

"Well, the same answer." Agnes said casually.

Nathaniel closed her eyes, but Agnes' keen eyesight allowed her to see the boy's slightly trembling eyelashes.

The boy was visibly guilty and regretful, and Agnes tapped her finger on the table.

"Nightingale." Agnes whispered in Hermes.

Nathaniel's eyes widened in confusion at the sound of Agnes' voice, and then looked at the ripples in front of him.

The figure of the little nightingale appeared on Agnes's shoulder, tilting her head slightly from Nathaniel's gaze.

Nathaniel looked away almost subconsciously, and then tried to suppress the instinctive urge to vomit in his abdomen. The hidden color in those dark brown eyes lingered in his mind, making him feel like the world was spinning and he was drenched in a cold sweat.

Agnes reached out and tapped the little nightingale's head lightly, but said nothing.

"Help me contact Lord Utravsky," said Agnes, "and ask him to help identify the curse nature of this badge." ”

The little nightingale rubbed Agnes' fingers, and the figure turned into a ripple and disappeared, and the badge on the table disappeared as well.

Nathaniel collapsed to the ground as Nightingale vanished, his mouth open to gasp, his slightly worn shirt soaking wet.

"It's a quality that Nightingale has in its own right." Agnes said calmly.

Nathaniel opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

"You have a lot of curiosity and a lot of control, and that comes from being smarter than most people," says Agnes, "but unfortunately, in this world, being smart isn't enough." ”

"Danger is everywhere," Angnes whispered, "whether it's when you know too much or too little. ”

"I just want to have a higher value." Nathaniel said in a hoarse voice.

"Well, the starting point is good, but I hope you don't set off," Agnes nodded, and said in a sincere tone, "If an act like yours is discovered in the Northern Continent, it will inevitably attract the church's full-time personnel to deal with such things." ”

"Are you from the Church in the Northern Continent?" Nathaniel asked.

"Sharif Hashim is not." Agnes spoke calmly.

Nathaniel immediately noticed Agnes' strange expression, and he instinctively remembered Agnes's performance, but did not raise any doubts about it.

"Does the Grim Reaper exist?" Nathaniel asked again.

"Exist," Angnes nodded, "but the Grim Reaper is indeed dead. ”

Nathaniel heard the sound of stones colliding, and the next second he realized that the sound was coming from his teeth, and he grasped his arm tightly with his palm, leaving a bruise on his upper arm.

"It's strange," he heard Agnes speak with a seemingly inhuman indifference, "and it's news that everyone in this world knows. ”

That's different, for most people it's just a legend, and now it's gone from legend to reality.

Agnes looked at the frightened teenager and said no more, and there was only complete silence in the room for a while.

Until the door creaked open, and the flames in the fireplace trembled a few times.

"You're looking for me, Chief?" Vincent pushed the door open and glanced at Nathaniel.

"There's something for you to do."

Agnes nodded, and she handed Vincent a handwritten document and motioned for him to open it here.

Vincent glanced at Nathaniel again, withdrew his gaze from Agnes' calm expression, and looked at the document in his hand with a little doubt.

His somewhat puzzled expression disappeared as soon as he opened the first page of the document, leaving only complete solemnity.

“...... The people of the school...... What do you want to do? The overly emaciated young man's words were tinged with gloom.

"What I've done all these years," Agnes said in a breezy tone, casually tossing Vincent a few more papers, "looks a lot like that." ”

"The current situation is like a bundle of dry firewood, just waiting for a spark, it will burn irreversibly until the pile of dry wood is burned out." Agnes propped her head up, a slight sigh in her words.

"All they want to do is set everything up before this pile of dry wood burns and wait for the final harvest."

Vincent raised his head and opened his mouth to say something, but in the end all he left was a sigh.

"If not...... It's just fine......"

Agnes heard Vincent's whispers ringing in her ears, and as if she didn't know it, she threw another document in her hand.

Vincent reached out and took it, flipping it open and looking at it.

"Start setting up now?" He restrained all the expressions on his face and said in a serious tone.

"Of course," Angnes sighed, propping her head, "it's the deadline. ”

"Hopefully it's just an unnecessary arrangement." Vincent also sighed and said casually.

"Let's hope it doesn't come to the last minute." Agnes had a hint of seriousness, which was hard to understand.

Vincent put down the document in his hand, looked up, looked at Agnes but didn't say anything.

He lowered his head, took only the last document, opened the door and left.

The room fell silent again.

Nathaniel looked up at Agnes:

"Is it really okay for me to hear this?" He asked quietly.

"It's something you need to know," Agnes said with a deep look at Nathaniel, her tone calm, "you're the brains of those children. ”

"You need to know about these things that will affect your fate."