The Black Duke of the Pirate

"Just stay here and I'll go see it myself."

"Can you see without fire?" Rosen was a little surprised.

"Don't worry, the night can't block my eyes." Reinhardt smiled slightly and walked towards the dark red wall in front of him.

When he came to the dark red wall, although the surroundings were extremely dark, his sight could feel the existence of everything around him, just like in the daytime. This is the power of the Haki of seeing and hearing.

Reinhard touched the wall with his hand and felt the cold and rough touch. Then he leaned up and sniffed, smelling a faint fishy smell.

"There are...condensed blood stains on the wall?"

He was a little confused as to why there was such a large blood stain on the wall. Is it Miss [Yuko]'s blood?

Reinhardt's finger touched the wall with a little force, and the wall suddenly cracked.

Click, click, click... with a crash, the entire wall collapsed instantly, and then Reinhard suddenly shook, and the ferocious aura felt more intuitively.

There was also an extremely strange smell that hit my face.

Reinhard was very surprised. He tightened the handle of the knife held in his left hand slightly, and then walked in.

The room was small, decorated simply, and seemed spotless.

At this time, relying on that feeling, he saw a lifelike portrait hanging on the wall not far away.

The portrait shows the upper body of a woman, with long black hair in a Jifa style, maroon pupils and cold white skin. She is wearing a lavender kimono with patterns on her body and neatly cut black hair on her forehead.

Level with the eyebrows.

There are also two-part earrings on her ears. The upper part is made of light gold and has an unknown shape. The lower part is made of pink ball earrings. On her lavender clothes, except for some

Besides the plaid pattern, there is also a purple butterfly.

Is this Miss [Yuko]?

Reinhardt checked the portrait with the woman who appeared in his memory one by one, and found that the two were extremely consistent. Except for the earrings on the ears and the purple butterflies on the clothes, everything else was exactly the same.

Why had I never seen Miss [Yuoko] before, but in the hallucination I had, I was able to recreate Miss [Yuoko], and it was so consistent.

If a person does not have an impression of a certain thing or a certain person in his memory, it is impossible to reconstruct the other person's appearance and clothing through dreams and hallucinations, and the restoration can be so thorough and consistent.

Could it be that the previous hallucination was... the manifestation of Miss [Yuko]'s will?

If explained this way, it would be much more reasonable.

But...why can't I suddenly feel the ferocious aura just now?

Reinhard focused his eyes on the portrait, but his mind was obviously not on it anymore. He had many doubts in his mind, but he couldn't get a reasonable explanation after thinking about it.

Thinking of this, he shouted loudly: "Rosen..."

The sound echoed in the castle.

Rosen, who was hiding outside, shook his body, and heard a very soft voice in his ear.

"It's an illusion... It's an illusion... It must be." Rosen told himself, but he heard a louder cry: "Rosen, come here quickly."

"I found a portrait of Miss [Yuko]."

Rosen was shocked when he heard this. The voice full of life was not an illusion, but Reinhardt's shout. Rosen touched it quietly under the light of the fire.

As soon as he entered the house, Reinhard's voice came to his ears.

"Is this her?"

Rosen brought the firelight closer to the portrait and nodded after seeing clearly the figure in the portrait: "It's her. Her appearance hasn't changed at all after so many years."

Nonsense, how could the appearance of the portrait change?

"This should be her residence back then." Rosen looked around again. There were tea sets such as ceramics on the table in the bedroom, as well as the screen beside the bed, the curtains on the windows, the chandelier overhead, etc., but

...after so many years, it is still spotless.

It's a little weird... Rosen had this feeling after he walked in. Everything in the room felt so new.

Reinhardt had naturally felt it before. He knew it from the moment he first stepped into this bedroom. Not only did he observe that the whole house was spotless, as if it had been cleaned frequently, but the bedroom itself was sealed.

How could it be possible that someone had come in after ten years?

And the hanging portrait has not deteriorated after so many years, but looks lifelike.

"Did you...find it too?" Rosen's voice began to tremble again. With the light of the fire in his hand, he took a look at all the surroundings in the house. They were so clean and tidy, and most importantly, there was no trace of moisture at all.

with a musty smell.

At this time, Rosen suddenly remembered that she died in this house. Thinking of this, Rosen subconsciously wanted to leave, but suddenly he felt a gust of wind blowing behind him, which made his heart instantly chill, but...

... He looked at the fire in his hand, and it didn't move at all. In other words, where was the wind blowing?

Is it another hallucination?

"That sinister wind...did you feel it?" Rosen's voice trembled slightly, and there was a lot of sweat on his forehead.

Reinhardt nodded and smiled: "That's not the wind, it's the humidity caused by the lack of sunlight and air in the house all year round. It's normal. Don't scare yourself."

"So that's it..." Rosen took a deep breath and said, feeling much better now.

"I want to take this portrait away." Reinhardt said to himself, walked to the portrait and looked at it for a long time, and then reached out to uncover the painting.

When his fingers touched the portrait, his heartbeat suddenly seemed to speed up strangely. The portrait seemed to have a huge spell, and it was also... resisting.

But who is Reinhard? He is the murderous devil in the North Sea. He is a devil in the eyes of many nobles and a savior in the eyes of common people. Even if the real devil stands in front of him, he can kill it with a sword.

The portrait was removed.

"There is something on the wall." At this time, Rosen reminded him. Reinhardt's attention was always on the painting, and he did not see that there was a space behind the painting, where a weapon was placed.

Um?

Reinhardt was slightly shocked. When his eyes were placed on the lavender scabbard, the hallucination scene that had appeared before suddenly appeared in his heart and mind. However, he had already been prepared, and the domineering power of seeing and hearing was always turned on.

, so I didn’t fall into an illusion.

Rosen did not fall into hallucinations.

But... the ferocious aura that Reinhard felt before suddenly felt it again. The ferocity, the monster, the evil spirit, all the negative qualities that are shunned by the world are all reflected in this lavender weapon.

came out.

"Demon Sword!!!" Rosen's eyes were shocked and he blurted out.

"Why...why...this weapon turned into...a demon sword!"