"It has been a long time since the man left his hometown, but his return still makes his past friends and relatives very happy. They have learned about the great actions he made." "It was obviously them who expelled that man.
A noble but unlucky fellow."
Shade continued to comment. Mr. Asmon changed his movements, from supporting his knees with his right hand to supporting his knees with his left hand:
"People celebrated the return of an old friend and were eager to hear stories of their travels from him. So the devil satisfied them and harvested all the souls in the celebration."
Shade picked up the wooden wine glass and took a sip, without making any comments this time.
"The devil then returned to the man's home and met the man's family, who did not attend the celebration to celebrate the man's return. The first thing the devil saw was the man's gray-haired wife, and he directly took her soul.
"Because it has satisfied the woman's desire for her husband to return."
Shade whispered, and the weird smile on Mr. Asmon's face became more obvious, "Yes, yes." He spoke in a long voice.
"So the devil found the man's eldest daughter and youngest son. They are now adults. The former lives here with his fifteen-year-old son. The devil said very politely to the thirty-year-old woman: What do you have?
Wish? The woman had seen her mother being swallowed by the devil, so she said, "I long to protect my son." "She was swallowed by the devil." Shade sighed softly.
"So the devil said very politely to the man in his thirties: What is your wish? The man who knew he was going to die mustered up the same courage as his sister: I want to protect my nephew." "So he was also
The devil has devoured it." Shade sighed again. Mr. Asmon lowered his head slightly, and his whole face fell into shadow.
"Finally, the devil asked the thirteen-year-old boy, the grandson of the wishless man and the only survivor in the entire area: Child, what wish do you have?"
"This is unfair. He has been protected by the love of his relatives and should not be asked about his wishes again." Shade pointed out this and Mr. Asmon nodded.
"Yes, because of the wishes of his relatives, he still has a chance. As long as the boy keeps silent at this moment, the devil will follow the agreement with men and women and leave here without touching the boy's soul."
Shade shook his head helplessly and folded the newspaper in front of him: "Listening to what you said, he must have spoken after all." "Yes."
Sean Asmon lowered his voice slightly:
"The boy said: I have heard about my grandfather, and I know that you are not him, you are the demon who was taken away." Shade tilted his head and looked at the demonologist who told the story, who gave the explanation of this story.
ending
"Now that everyone has been taken away by you, it is my turn to stand up bravely like my grandfather. My wish is to lead you through my life like my grandfather."
Shade stood up slightly, and then moved himself slightly towards the back of the chair, so that he could sit more comfortably. "The same ending, this is a cycle." "Yes, because the devil promised to fulfill the wishes of men and women. So, it hid in the mortal's body again.
In his soul, the boy also packed his bags and left along the road his grandfather had walked."
Mr. Asmon finally sat up straight and drank the last sip of ale. "This story is really upsetting, but I think it's not over yet."
Shade asked. The weird smile on Mr. Asmon's face did not change, but Shade's peripheral vision saw that Mr. Bernhardt had walked down the stairs: "Then next time, let's continue the story of that boy.
Well, I hope the direction of the story is not that after the boy dies, the devil takes over the souls of the boy’s descendants.”
Shade stood up, stretched out his hand and shook it with Mr. Asmon, who also bent down and stood up. "No, Mr. Watson. This story is far stranger than you think."
Mr. Sean Asmon continued to stay on the first floor, and Shade walked to the stairs to join Mr. Bernhardt with a brand new story. "Is he your friend?" The vampire raised his head slightly.
"The friends I met in the cold water port of Delrayon are just ordinary people." The handshake just now was to confirm this. Mr. Bernhardt nodded and did not ask any more questions.
"Come upstairs with me. Wilson's mood is a little broken. He was almost killed. The Pantanal Voodoo Society has mastered a unique method of dealing with vampires.
Although his tone was understated, Shade could feel the gentleman's irritation.
A shabby hotel will naturally not have any luxurious rooms. Even if Mr. Bernhardt claims that this is the best room in the entire hotel, in Shade's opinion, it is only better than a room where dozens of people sleep together in a real slum.
The room is better.
Just as Mr. Bernhardt said, Mr. Wilson, who had messy light brown hair, was already a little hysterical due to excessive fright. Shade and Mr. Bernhardt comforted him for a while, and then he reluctantly
He calmed down and told the two of them what happened in the morning. What happened was roughly the same as what Shad and the two had guessed. The Pantanal Voodoo Society heard that Mr. Wilson was going to sell the relic weapon to a local wealthy man.
The powerful fellows attacked Mr. Wilson first.
The stranger who broke into his house half an hour earlier than Shade and the others was a high-level warlock. Mr. Wilson, who only had a third level, was no match for him. If he hadn't suddenly sensed the threat of death when he was divining his fortune last night, he had prepared in advance.
Thaumaturgy [Blood False Body], he is probably really dead.
"I want to leave here immediately! Yes, leave immediately, go to Willendale. It's terrible, it's terrible!"
This gentleman seemed to be frightened by something. This kind of fright was obviously abnormal. He kept mumbling to himself, sometimes pacing in the narrow room, sometimes pointing at the two visitors in horror, telling himself
Inner panic. "Obviously, in addition to the threat of death, he may have seen other things in the divination."
Mr. Bernhardt said helplessly that although he has a level as high as the seventh ring, he is not proficient in treating this kind of mental illness. This is not a problem caused by the influence of the relics. It is purely a mental impact after looking at terrible things.
Hurt. "I can give it a try."
Shade thought for a while and said, took out his moonstone ring, kissed it gently and pointed it at the slightly crazy man "Confusion"
Thaumatology [Confusion] was obtained from the exchange with the first librarian Miss Olanold in the Valley of Death. The essence of thaumaturgy is to use the characteristics of yellow moonlight to turn normal people into madmen and make madmen
Become a normal person, but in the hands of Shade, the most common use is to confuse those summons that are not very intelligent.
At this time, the yellow moonlight had an excellent "guiding" effect. Mr. Wilson gradually calmed down in the yellow moonlight. Mr. Bernhardt pulled up a chair and asked him to sit down. The latter covered himself with his hands.
After a long time, he made a voice like waking up from a dream, "Oh, this is... so scary. "What happened, what did you see?"
Mr. Bernhardt hurriedly asked this rare fortune teller among his kind. The latter took a deep breath, took away his hands covering his face, and had an indescribable expression of exhaustion on his face.
"Terrible earthquakes, unprecedented snowstorms sweeping half of the old continent...disaster is coming.'
Ever since he first met Shade in Huntington, Mr. Bernhardt had a premonition that something big was going to happen locally. Now that he had received the confirmation, he breathed a sigh of relief and felt as if his boots had landed.
They all showed inappropriate smiles
"It's finally coming, ahem, I mean, what kind of disaster? What did you predict? Are you sure your interpretation is correct?" Mr. Wilson shook his head slightly and looked down at the floor.
"After my avatar was killed, I performed a divination on the trap seed left in my body by the high-circle sorcerer of the Pantanal Voodoo Society to find out who it was. Although I have no confidence in revenge.
, but at least you must know who your mortal enemy is.'
"Trap seeds" probably refer to the bloody vines that Shade and Mr. Bernhardt encountered when they were looking through the corpses. Under the gaze of Shade and Mr. Bernhardt, the man trembled violently.
"My divination was so successful. It was as if the God of Destiny had glanced at me during that divination. I had never had such a smooth divination... It was like holding a rusty axe.
, actually chopped down a big tree with one blow; and like a poor watchmaker, he made a perfect wall clock in a daze."
"This shows that your divination skills have been greatly enhanced. From now on, you can call yourself a quite talented diviner." Shade said with admiration.
Luvia once said that once similar divination is made, it means that the divination skill has greatly improved. The girl with purple eyes can only feel similar after each time the chosen one officially appears.
"Yes, yes, I did gain new spiritual runes and power, but I also saw... deep in the great swamp, the evil thing that has been roaring in the subspace seal for thousands of years, that ancient temple
The filth and terrible sacrifices, the furious nature, and the catastrophe that will follow!" He suddenly shouted loudly.
"This is a sign! This is the first step! The snowstorm throughout the winter has sounded the first alarm bell for the material world, but no one knows why this is the death knell.'
Mr. Wilson's mood became excited again, and his eyes bulged as if they were about to burst: "I saw the angel with white wings flying in the lake, and I saw the squirming angel that lived thousands of years ago.
The vine tentacles returned to the material world. I saw the wise man holding a book in his hand, laughing and standing high on the lighthouse. I also saw the crying female diviner with purple eyes, watching everything go to destruction!'
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