"I don't want Uncle Sparrow to know what I did in the house he left behind."
The doctor holding the newspaper laughed:
"You see, the detective is dead, but he still exists. In the earth, in your heart."
Shade nodded. At this time, large clouds as white as cotton were slowly floating in the blue sky above their heads. However, the pigeons that should have been flying in the blue sky were attracted by the cat food and lowered their heads.
The heads gathered above the earth.
"Born on the earth, died on the earth, buried on the earth."
Shade suddenly remembered the epitaph of Mr. Lacers, so he straightened up slightly and turned his head, looking from the ground to the doctor aside:
"doctor."
"What's wrong?"
The blue-eyed middle-aged man also turned his head and looked at Shade from the side while still holding the newspaper.
"Although I know that we will be separated one day, I hope that day will be as late as possible."
"Um...thank you?"
"Are you willing to accept my blessing?"
"certainly."
Shade winked at him:
"I've been hearing this a lot lately in the Randall Valley - May the earth be with you and me."
The doctor smiled and nodded, but suddenly he saw the huge golden Holy Grail flashing past behind Shade. Because the sun was very bright, the shadow of the Holy Grail in Lake Mo looked very much like an illusion.
Bill Dimon Schneider did not delve into this, but continued to read the newspaper in his hand leisurely. After all, newspapers are interesting, and it was not the first time that the phantom behind Shade appeared.
Shade lowered his head and continued to look at the pigeons in front of him. His mood gradually improved, and he thought about what he should do in the spring of 1854.
Go for an outing with Lesia in the countryside, accompany Dorothy to the city to collect materials, carry Mia to the Seer Association to ask Luvia for divination, or go to Carina Manor to spend a wonderful afternoon and evening with the beautiful witch.
Of course, we can’t forget the honorary degree, the Tour of Torbesk and the visit to Miss Gaude. The life of a foreigner is always so busy.
I couldn't help but smile, and then I looked up and saw the old bishop walking out of the shadows at the door of the church and walking to the steps of the church in the sunshine.
Shade tugged on the doctor's sleeve, stood up and waved to the old man. The early spring wind blew again, fluttering his clothes. In his ear, "she" whispered softly:
[Outlander, you have gained new strength].
Chapter completed!