Prisoner of Mystery Sequence

"December 12,"

"The port of Damir, which is located on the colonial island of Loen, is quite different from the places I have passed through before. It is probably because it is already in the Sunya Sea, some pirates will come ashore here, and they are not sure about their whereabouts. The cover-up is not so serious, maybe because there are always some people here who cooperate with the pirates and sell the stolen goods for the pirates, like Bonnard of Bodivia."

"Although I have been in the Ruen area for a while, I haven't felt the pure Loen characteristics so far. Although part of the Disi Bay area is ruled by Loen, the differences between the two controlled areas are not the same. It’s too big. To be precise, Disi Bay has only one characteristic, and that is Disi’s characteristic, which is different from Feneport and Loen. Damir Port has the characteristics of Sunya Sea. , those people who hardly conceal their connection with pirates, and are even proud of them. Although those pirates have not yet reached the point of walking on the streets openly, they often see some perfunctory disguised people. Pirates, like guys with a wig and blackened eyebrows who dare to come and drink, and there are even no disguises."

"Of course, maybe they don't need to think so much. After all, most of the pirates hold the attitude of 'live in the moment', and there are not many people who can really hunt and kill pirates. After all, for many people, pirates Revenge is not an easy solution.”

"For me, the revenge of the pirates is still a troublesome thing. Of course, it is only for those pirates who collect intelligence in advance, surround the ships, and then bombard them with artillery. For such revenge, although I There are also solutions, such as using His power, or asking Nightingale for help, and these are not ways that can be adopted at will. As for other ways of revenge, I am not too worried."

"In order to avoid trouble, I chose the members of the small pirate groups. Many of these guys are more hateful than the people of the big pirate groups-at least those big pirate groups still have the rules set by their leaders. Most of them hold With a kind of idea of ​​grabbing a fortune and leaving, there are almost no taboos in doing things. The breath exuding from them almost makes me sick—that kind of banal evil is like depositing rotten mud. And they, unless they put themselves Sold to collect bounties, few are rich enough to use artillery at will - a pirate ship that can sail in the wind and rain of the Sunya Sea is almost enough to make them spend everything."

The ink of the pen stayed here for a while before continuing to write down, and the vague laughter echoed in the ears of the writer.

"And if the big pirates who shelter them are willing to stand up for them, then it will no longer be a loss to rely on his or Nightingale's power."

Agnes couldn't help raising her head, her eyes cast on the lampshade of the kerosene lamp.

"You want to use the power of 'His'?" Huizhen said in a teasing tone, "Oh, I thought that unless there was another situation like Bodivia, you would never have the idea of ​​using those powers again Woolen cloth."

"After all, 'crazy' will accumulate." Agnes said, scratching the paper with the tip of the pen.

"After all, you are just a 'werewolf' now." Huizhen said with a little smile.

"If the strength you use is not too much beyond what you can bear now," Huizhen whispered in an almost bewitching tone, "then at most you will have some dark thoughts, and these dark thoughts Thoughts quickly fade away in a moment."

Agnes put the cap back on the pen and closed the notebook.

"So what about the 'walking corpse syndrome' I got in Bodivia?" Agnes asked, staring at the shadow in the lampshade. "When will it go away with time?"

The person on the lampshade was silent for a while before saying, "When you understand something."

"It seems you chose it," Agnes said, "because of what? Because it makes me unable to recognize myself?"

The man in the lampshade did not speak.

"I don't seem to be quite the same as you." Agnes said suddenly.

"Of course you are different from me," Huizhen said, "The memory you have is only a small part..."

Agnes rubbed her hair a little irritably, "You know what I'm talking about is the image of my spirit body when it appears in the spirit world."

Huizhen's face reflected on the lampshade seemed a little novel, and her dark brown eyes looked up and down Agnes.

"I feel some fear in your heart," Huizhen said with hooked lips, "What are you afraid of?"

Agnes looked at Huizhen's face on the lampshade calmly for a while, and then said, "Maybe it's just about existence itself."

"You don't know about your own existence." Huizhen said affirmatively.

"No, it's not unknown, but half-knowledge." Agnes whispered.

Huizhen looked at Agnes with the corners of her lips hooked.

Agnes looked at the person in the lampshade, then tore off a piece of paper and wrote eight characters.

"Destructive"

"Repeat what is wrong"

Agnes looked at the characters that seemed to be flowing viscously on the paper, and twitched the corners of her mouth.

"Look," Agnes looked at the person on the lampshade, "it's different."

......

"How is Dreiser?" The man's deep voice echoed in the room.

"His prayer to Him recently has not been answered, Mr. Jannings." The voice that sounded mild replied.

"He is the only one in the sect who has received his response since that incident..." Jannings seemed to sigh, "Yarman, I hope your students never let him down."

"I believe Dreiser." Yarman still said in a gentle tone, "Have you got any results from your investigation into the matter of Bodivia?"

Jannings nodded, and he took out a neatly preserved cowhide portfolio from his handbag, "I think the church needs to get in touch with Ms. Boyesia." He looked at Yar Man said.

Yarman carefully untied the strap wrapped around the button, and took out the contents.

"Ella Boyesia," Arman glanced at the items on one side, then looked at Jannings, "And Agnes Pagani?"

"I have some doubts about the relationship between these two people," Jannings said vaguely, "I think I need some time to investigate."

"You know we shouldn't bother the Pagani family," Arman said with a sigh, "This is His request."

"So I think we should contact this Ms. Boyesia." Janings said, staring closely at Arman.

"Okay, I will determine the right candidate." Yarman nodded.

A slight sense of trembling seemed to be born from within the soul, and the heartbeats of the two were beating like an anvil being beaten, and Jannings and Yarman subconsciously set their sights on the west.

"It's him?" Jannings murmured.

"It's him." Yarman said excitedly, "I'm going to gather the members of the church now."

Jannings looked helplessly at Alman leaving the room at a speed that he would never walk in the usual way. He lowered his head and looked at the file that was stuffed into his hand.

"Just acquaintance?" Jannings flipped the paper slowly, "Maybe more than that."