Although Shade said it was a river, its size could not be compared with the Aronson River, the fourth largest river in the southern part of the Old World, which ran diagonally through the city of Vista and was directly connected to Willendale. But at least this mountain river was larger than "
"The creek" is still larger, so small boats are allowed to pass.
So much time has passed since the Fifth Era, and the appearance of the forest has changed so much that Shade can't tell whether the river is where they went when Miss Peggy McConaughey was crushed.
The river that we passed when we got the key.
He and the witch came to the river and threw a small piece of animal bone into the river. As bubbles bubbled up on the river, the small old wooden boat floated to the surface from under the water.
Even the great witch of death didn't see anything unusual about this ship. She was just curious about why the boat summoned by the bones was made of wood. Then she took Xia De's hand and came to the small wooden boat, but she still didn't know that Xia De
What does De want to do:
"Do you need my cooperation?"
"No need, I'll help you dry it, just sit down and wait. It may not work, but maybe it can."
The origin of this small wooden boat is related to the body of water in Death. It was proved to have the ability to "travel through space" in the Battle of Green Lake. In addition, the God of Ferry allowed him to experience the power of "ferry".
, so Shade thought of using it to go to the edge of life and death at this time.
But when the witch sat down and the boat started to slowly start, Shade realized that his boat had no oars and was completely driven by his own thoughts. And he wanted to grasp the feeling of holding up the god's boat at the "Black Sand Pier".
If there is no paddle, it will not feel right.
The "Staff of Yectrasil" was not long enough, so in the end we had to find a long piece of wood from the shore and let the witch use transfiguration to change it into the shape of a paddle.
Then the boat quietly sailed upstream in the river. The sitting witch first admired the scenery on both sides of the shore, and then admired Shade who was punting the boat at the stern, and once again confirmed that his physical condition was the so-called "nature"
"The body" is the appearance that is most in line with human aesthetics.
Once you start thinking wildly when you are not doing anything, your thoughts will easily go to places you don't expect. Amidst the sound of rushing water, she thought of Princess Margaret of Anjou who was also attracted by his appearance.
, then I thought of the scene I saw this morning, and while my face turned red, I felt even more sad about what the princess said.
"Carina must have done something even more extreme to him. Really, they don't know how to cherish beautiful things at all."
I complained about Carina and Margaret in my heart, and then complained about the missing important part of the Anjou royal family's education for the princesses, and then thought about Emma Sylvia's attitude towards Shade:
"Emma actually wants Shade to be her apprentice? Huh, that's really shameless. I guess she must have other ideas. Who doesn't know that it is everyone's unspoken rule that a witch touches an apprentice?"
Then she thought of the witch of the earth from the great witch of space, who was Margaret’s real teacher:
"What's going on with Vanessa? I forgot to ask this morning. Since she knew that Margaret and Shade were having an affair, how could she agree to Margaret becoming her apprentice? It can't really be for this reason.
Considering everyone’s interests, don’t you want the Parliament to get involved in the politics and royal power of the Old Continent?”
As she thought about it, the thought of "Why did the Witch Council become like this?" came up again with sadness. However, she did not complain about Shade, nor did she think that Shade was the "succubus" of the Cholera Council. She was just curious about how everyone was doing this.
I couldn't resist the temptation.
【Look around.】
The "other me" in her ear reminded her softly, and the witch who was thinking wildly suddenly realized that a layer of mist had appeared on the river at some point. But it was a clear autumn morning, and it was impossible for such a thing to happen naturally in the woods.
Abrupt mist.
She looked at Shade again, only to find that the core spirit rune and a whispering spirit rune on the life ring behind Shade, which she felt was astonishingly large every time she looked at it, had lit up.
If she also had Shade's "Language Understanding", she would know that it was [Time and Space] and [Real Death].
The boat had sailed into the fog at this time, and the slightly luminous hull carried the two people forward smoothly. The fog became thicker as the boat continued to swim upstream. Flora Winslet did not ask anything, but
He turned around and looked forward.
After the density reached a certain peak, the dense fog suddenly dispersed, or was replaced by a colder mist of death. The gray-white world appeared in front of the boat, and the rich death made her jump like a cat again.
In Shade's arms:
"You really did it!"
"Yes, it worked."
【Foreigners, you have some insights into "ferry" and "boat".】
He threw away the piece of wood in his hand, then threw himself on the boat and took a deep breath. Then he took out the bottle of pink essence from his pocket and took a sip of it. It was difficult to open a "route" purely by his own strength.
It was smaller than he thought, but the consumption was greater than he thought.
But if you have at least traveled this route once, the consumption on the return trip will be greatly reduced. If you want to enter here again through this method in the future, the consumption will also be very low, so this is considered a one-time investment.
After Vanessa and the girls from the opera troupe arrived in Tobesk, a lot of perfume bottles had accumulated, so one sip could relieve Shade's consumption. But when he put the bottle away, he found that
The cat in my arms stretched out its head and looked at the mouth of the bottle in a daze, and even made a gesture of probing its head to take a sniff.
This action was often seen by Shade on little Mia. As usual, Shade tapped the cat's head with his finger before putting the bottle away.
The Cat Witch covered her head with her front paws:
"Xia De, don't use this kind of yin-like drug. Just smelling this smell, I feel hot all over my body, and then many, many inspirations come out like crazy. This is not a good thing, don't use it.
!”
Shade then pressed her kitten's head again:
"What are you talking about? This is not a medicine, this is a relic derivative."
He attached the bottle that glowed in the mist because of the fragrance to the cat's face:
“Feeling the whisper element?”
The cat nodded obediently:
"It turns out to be a relic derivative. Wouldn't it be worse to drink the relic derivative directly?"
She was still a little worried:
"Let me try it too, it smells really good. I smell the smell of a brand new piano when the lid is opened for the first time, the smell of the unique indigo oil paint I mixed myself, and"
Of course Shade wouldn't let her try this fragrance, otherwise she wouldn't have to do anything else this morning.
After leaving the boat, Shade simply confirmed the location in the fog, then avoided the meaningless battles and arrived at the cemetery located in the center of this area.
I visited this place again after more than sixty years. Surprisingly, the cemetery is not much different from what it was sixty years ago.
Jack Bronte's fake tomb still exists, but the coffin that served as the "tree hole" is no longer in the tomb - it is in the woodland. And when Shade wanted to open the door of the auditorium to see it again
Theodore Bronte’s mother, the cat in her arms whispered:
"Do you feel that the number of undead here has obviously increased? I feel something is wrong. The power of death in the underground tomb area under our feet is about to explode like a bomb.
Don't use your light spell casually for a while, I'm afraid it will disturb the undead underground."
But at least the floor of the auditorium was still normal. As the door of the auditorium was pushed open, the lady's ghost transformed into Theodore Bronte's mother still attacked them just like it did more than sixty years ago.
Over sixty years of accumulation of strength had made her stronger. When the green flames were blown by it, it almost immediately filled every corner of the small auditorium.
"Solar Ray!"
Instead of touching the [Night Watcher] in the slender box behind him, he thrust forward with his long staff, and the golden sunlight like a light cannon cut through the sea of fire and bombarded the undead at the end of the auditorium. And the man who was almost as tall as the auditorium
The noble lady's resentful spirit did not dodge, but opened her mouth and pointed at the beam of sunlight:
"Ouch!"
In the howl like fingernails scratching the glass, the miserable green flames seemed to directly ignite the whole body of the undead, and then the green flames that appeared from its mouth spurted forward like a beam of light.
The blazing sunshine collided with the pale green soul fire. The huge soul even made the small auditorium tremble twice, making the cat's ears tremble when he mistakenly thought that the power of death underground was about to explode. The golden sunshine melted the cold
Flame, but soon the cat on Shade's chest discovered that Shade was actually retreating:
"Do you need my help?"
"It's not necessary yet. Bronte has definitely done something to the undead here. Her strength is obviously not right."
Xia De suddenly canceled the spell, and the next second green flames engulfed the entrance of the small auditorium.
Shade, who had reached the air through "Raglai's Leap", shot out a chain with his right hand and tied it to the chandelier at the top of the auditorium. While his body was swinging forward due to the potential energy, he bit his left hand and threw it forward:
"Soul whipping!"
The blood-colored whip hit the vengeful spirit that wanted to raise its head and spit out flames. The painful wailing at that moment even made Shade temporarily deaf. This harmless thaumaturgy has a very good effect on the spirit body.
The intense pain made the resentful spirit curl up and try to dodge, so the cat in the sky opened its mouth and spit out a bolt of lightning:
"Thumbs - Thunder of Sorrow!"
That almost completely transparent white electric light seemed to have the ability to dissolve resentment. After being hit by this lightning, the figure of the resentful spirit began to shrink like a punctured balloon. Shade did not let go of this opportunity, and several [Confinement Halos] appeared in it.
An arc of light was drawn above the sea of fire and enveloped the undead body. Then the cat opened its mouth and another bolt of lightning flashed.