After Xia De bought the flowers, he generously did not ask for change, but the little girl who sold the flowers quickly moved away from him after thanking him. Xia De thought that this might be because the girl saw that the flowers he wanted to give to different people.
.
Speaking of which, foreigners also think that he is not romantic enough. He rarely does things like send flowers, let alone give everyone gifts regularly.
[But at least Vanessa Benenice has that ring, so she probably won’t want any more flowers.]
"She" said with a smile, but Shade thought that even if Vanessa had a ring, she would still be happy to see the roses.
It’s just that the number of Jiuduo is obviously not enough. In addition to Granny Cassandra, there are 6 great witches, plus the witch apprentices who have a close relationship with him, Miss Elisabeth, Sirius, Dorothy, Lu
Via and Agelina, I'm afraid he needs to go to other flower sellers to scan the goods before leaving the city soon.
[Should we count Deniste Gustave?]
"She" reminded her kindly, so Xia De decided to buy more and stockpile them, so that nothing would go wrong at the critical moment:
"Does this count as finding something to do for myself?"
Thinking in his mind, he sighed again, and when he was about to get up and leave, he saw the glass of wine in front of him again:
"People always say that you should drink when you are sad. You won't get drunk anyway, so why not give it a try."
So he picked up the glass of rye beer and drank it. Then he felt that he missed the carbonated drinks in his hometown more and more:
"Now I have the ability to turn food into candies in memories. I wonder if I will be able to acquire the thaumaturgy of turning water into drinks in memories in the future."
"Good evening. Are you worried about drinking like this? Mr. Watson."
Someone pulled out a chair in the newly vacant seat across the table and sat down. Shade glanced at the roses temporarily placed on the chair aside, then looked up at the long-faced man with stubble across the table.
He was still wrapped in the old-fashioned brown robe that people in desert areas often wore when they first met in Coldwater Port. He had a brown cloth bag slung across his body, and the book beside him
The notebook with its corners slightly rolled up was casually placed on the table.
The gas lamp above the head made the demonologist's shadow look particularly weird on the ground, but no one passing by noticed this. People flowed towards the center of the square, and nearby vendors were still welcoming customers enthusiastically.
It was so lively and prosperous, under this starry sky, in this small city among the woods, Xia De and the middle-aged man across the table looked at each other for a few seconds, looked into those black eyes and laughed:
"Mr. Sean Asmon, good evening."
"Yes, we meet again, Mr. Watson. I just saw your back when you were buying flowers, and I knew there was someone I could chat with tonight."
With the weird smile he always showed on the demonologist's face, Shade put down his glass and said:
"It's because I'm worried. Look, everyone is here to celebrate the festival today, but I'm drinking here alone. Only people who are worried can do this."
He called the waiter at the busy tavern stall to come over and ordered new drinks and snacks for the two of them. Then he said to the man with the usual weird smile across the table:
"We meet again, Mr. Asmon. Since we said goodbye to Moon Bay, I have been thinking about when I will see you next. Now that the entire autumn is over, we are in Vista City again in this winter when snow is about to fall.
We met by chance at a festival. It sounds interesting, doesn’t it? We always meet in different cities, but each time we just drink and chat. There are similar plots in traditional novels about wandering knights.
"
It seems that every time I encounter this "demonologist", there will be the element of "rose" nearby. Either it is a hotel or tavern with the word "rose", or there are roses nearby. The last time I was in Moon Bay, there was even a rose.
It was Shade who saw a book with the word "rose" in it.
After he finished speaking, he raised a new wine glass to Mr. Asmon, while the "demonologist" across the table put his left arm on his leg, leaned forward, his head slightly lowered but his eyes were straight.
Looking at Shade across the table.
The upward curve of the corners of his mouth almost reaches the limit of human beings. If this expression were not seen in such a lively scene, probably normal people would feel chilled in their hearts.
So Sean Asmon stretched out his right hand to pick up the wine glass and touched it lightly with Shade. The people around him thought it was a meeting of friends, and the noisy voices were mixed with the high-spirited singing of the bard.
Being together feels like returning to every meeting in the past.
Shade only took a small sip of his drink this time, and when he put down the glass, he found that Mr. Asmon had drained all the wine in the glass.
"Mr. Asmon, are you coming to Ximu Town to look for demons again this time? I was one step ahead of you. Have you heard about the rumors about unusual fires hundreds of years ago?"
I felt a little heavy just now, so Xia De wanted to talk to someone.
The demonologist with green stubble across the table nodded:
"I came here just because of this rumor. Speaking of which, this is really a treasure trove, isn't it? There are many hidden and obscure local stories that seem to be telling ancient unspeakable secrets. It's a pity that I still have
Before I had time to visit Director Kant, the newspaper said that their family had been arrested by the church."
Shade then smiled and asked:
"Didn't you say that although you investigate and search for information about demons, you actually don't like to come into contact with things directly related to them in any way?"
Mr. Sean Asmon nodded slightly, his black eyes still staring at Shade's face. He always talked to Shade like this:
"But sometimes we need to take risks, right? Mr. Watson, it's not always safe to pursue the legend of the devil."
Shade thought he would tell him a few short stories, but he didn't. After the demonologist said this, he turned to look at the bonfire flames leaping from above the crowd into the night sky in the center of the square not far away. The bard's voice was quite
Penetrating, he is telling the story of the brave man and the devil who saved the country.
"I noticed that you bought roses. Do you want to give them to some lucky lady?"
After listening for a while, Mr. Asmon turned around and asked again.
"Someone. That's right. We won't discuss this topic. Speaking of which, the devil story last time was very interesting. Do you want to continue telling it this time?"
Shade asked, and Mr. Asmon reached into his notebook, took out a card and handed it to Shade:
"The story will continue, but before that, I think you will be interested in this."
That was of course a Rhodes card with special rules, but the card was a little old. Even though Mr. Asmon protected it with a card sleeve said to be made of resin sold by the Prophet Association, Shade could still see it.
The ink on it has faded.
On the card, there is an angel with wings on his back, raising his head and blowing a trumpet. There is a golden halo on the top of the angel's head. It is worth mentioning that the angel is holding a trumpet in his right hand, but he is holding a sickle in his left hand.
[Angel·Gakel who announces the doomsday], suit color: Sun 2.
"Isn't this the real name of the angel who brings death to Jakel? To announce the end of the world?"
Shade looked at the rules below suspiciously:
[In the suspension stage, if neither player has busted the card and the point difference between the two sides is not greater than 2, the player holding this card can choose to guess the suit of the next card in his deck. If the guess is correct, the opponent's total points will be regarded as the busted card
.]
"It is worthy of being one of the first series. The rule at that time was to dare to write. This is much more useful than throwing dice to change the points."
Shade said softly, and then curiously asked the "demon scholar" across the table:
"Mr. Asmon, you should also know that series such as [Angel], [Demon] and [Holy Sword] are the first series during the creation of Rhodes cards. The special card rules of these series are because they are compared with modern special cards.
The rules were too bold, so they were never reprinted.
The [Devil Soul Stealer Bishop] you once lost to me while playing cards with me in Cold Water Port, I don’t know whether it’s authentic or fake. I sold it after I authenticated it and sold it. I heard that the Pang who is now in Tobesk City
It fell into the hands of the Duchess's detective.
If this 'Angel' is real, its value will definitely not be less than that of the Demon. The starting price at the auction is estimated to be 1,000 pounds, and it will be taken away at a high price even before the auction. Therefore, Demonologists
In this profession, can we always come into contact with this kind of special card frequently?"
Sean Asmon across the table showed an increasingly uncertain expression:
"The angel announcing the doomsday. According to ancient prophecies and legends, as well as a small number of stone carvings of remote tribes who believe in death excavated in modern times, this angel of death who left his name in the long past will return before the end of the world and
Sound the trumpet of doom.
Some people believe that the doomsday era declared by the Caller to the Dead is an era where demons are rampant. Therefore, these people want to find those terrible things before the end of the world, let them give them power, and even turn themselves into demons."
Shade doesn't know whether the Angel of Death declares the end of the world, but it's definitely not the end of the world where demons are rampant and nothing exists.
Mr. Asmon continued while Shade was still thinking about the angel legend:
"A long time ago, I met a family of devil worshipers with similar ideas during my travels. They live in a remote countryside, are extremely wealthy, but have terrible quirks and bad habits. The family
The wealth that had been accumulated for hundreds of years could be squandered by them at will, so desires and evil thoughts were born in the wealth and comfort. I visited them in the autumn of a certain year."
Shade was shocked:
"Are you in danger?"
PS: Picture of this chapter "Jakael Declaring the Doomsday"