Whispering Verse

The black suitcase was placed on the coffee table by Priest August. After opening it, what was placed in the recess of the cushion lining was actually a crown of thorns made of white and silver metal.

It is said to be a crown, but in fact it is just a circle of metal thorns wrapped around a ring. Its workmanship is quite exquisite, but the white silver metal is densely covered with reddish-brown rust stains, but they look like blood stains. This makes the "ring of thorns" look like it was just dug out last week rather than just made this week.

But Shade did not underestimate this item. The rich miraculous elements showed the essence of the alchemy item. It was actually a powerful magical item. The only magical item he has come into contact with so far that is more powerful than this item is the Holy Emblem of the Sun left by Sister St. Perry in the Randall Valley - this Holy Emblem is now owned by Yin Luna.

"I call this item [Angel's Crown of Thorns], and its use is very simple."

The old priest said, picking up the ring and placing it on top of his head. The ring did not fall, but floated above his head, the silver metal emitting a holy white light.

Behind Priest August, the shadow of huge burnt wings flashed past, surprising both Shade and little Mia who was squatting on the window sill.

"The function is also very simple - sanctification. In other words, it allows oneself to temporarily have the virtual identity of an 'angel'. Oh, don't look at me in such shock. This is not a mortal creating an angel. It is fake and unreal. ,Virtual."

The priest emphasized, then pointed to the ring and asked Shade to look at the details carefully:

"Look, I only used it for less than two seconds, and cracks have already appeared. The effective time of this thing is related to the intensity of your use. If it is used directly against the Thirteen Rings at high intensity, it will be scrapped in less than five seconds. "

He put the ring back into the box, and the curious Mia immediately jumped down from the window sill and ran up to the coffee table to check.

Seeing that the cat had no intention of touching the thorns, Shade did not stop it:

"Priest, specifically, what skills does this give me? To be honest, I don't actually know much about angels."

He smiled sheepishly, and the priest said patiently:

"The Angel of Death is called the 'First Angel' and the 'Original Angel', so I can make this thing. The specific power you can possess is related to your core spiritual runes. As for the strength, it is impossible to reach the thirteenth ring. This I can be sure of one thing. The improvement brought by this thing will at most make you one or two levels higher than the level. But what is important is not the power, but the 'identity'. The short-term angelization means that you are temporarily beyond the limitations of mortals and can do Do things that mere mortals can’t do.”

"for example?"

Shade asked curiously. Divine burning is essentially a kind of transcendence from mortals, but it is more thorough and powerful.

"For example, you can make better use of your own spirit and elements, cast spells with almost no consumption, complete immortality, strong spiritual resistance, and influence the world and nature at no cost. Generally speaking, if you rely on this power to escape, no one can stop you. I can’t help you.”

The priest said, but the specific situation still needs Shade to explore.

"Then I'll accept it. You are really amazing. You can make such a thing."

Shade praised, but did not immediately put it on and try it.

Priest Augustus shook his head humbly:

"I can only do this in a short time, unless you can find more remains that I need. In addition, in that box of potions, there is the 'weak angel potion' I gave you to deal with human pus, and there are also some that you want. The 'gold potion' used to deal with the mirror demon in Randall Valley. Remember to keep it with you to prevent accidents."

When these potions were first made, Priest Augustus said that he could not make more in a short time. But as Shade delivered key items again and again, his potion and alchemy skills were indeed improving.

"You've been really helpful. The enemy isn't a demon this time... at least not yet, but it helps. Oh, and I'd like to order something else from you."

As he spoke, he picked up paper and pen again and wrote his shopping list, while Priest August told Shade about the new things he could make to choose from. Because of the sage-level shield badge, he will only charge Shade for the materials in the future. Even if Shade insisted on paying more for the craftsmanship, the priest was determined not to.

While Shade and the priest were discussing the product list, the orange cat was still sniffing the ring of thorns with its nose raised. It was quite interested in this and even wanted to touch it, but when it turned around and saw that Shade was not paying attention, it knew that Shade would not allow this. So, the sensible cat jumped to lie down next to Shade. This was the happiest moment.

The priest had nothing else to do on this leisurely Tuesday morning. After collecting Shade's cargo list, he asked Shade what he was going to do later.

Shade didn’t hide it either:

"I'm going to take a trip to real death."

"oh?"

Priest Augustus was slightly surprised:

"What are you doing there? And how are you going to get there?"

"There is a door on the third floor. If I sacrifice a [Heart of the Living Dead], it will open a temporary two-way door. I want to find a deceased soul and let her answer some of my questions."

The source of [Heart of the Living Dead] is Stone Oxenfurt. When the spirits of the Watson family dragged him into death, they took out his heart and threw it on the snow. And that heart is now located in Shade's basement:

"This matter is indeed not of great significance, but..."

He pursed his lips and pressed his left chest:

"Pastor, do you remember my group assignment last Thursday?"

"How could you not remember?"

"After looking at that remains, I have always had a very subtle psychological problem. After coming into contact with a relic yesterday, I understood more aspects of my personality. But there are still some things I can't figure out clearly, so I want to Ask someone who has had a similar experience.”

Priest August nodded with understanding:

"I understand when you say that, so I'll go with you. There's nothing wrong anyway."

The door opened in the [Soul Cemetery] by sacrificing the "Heart of the Living Dead" did not say that only Shade could enter alone, so not only could Priest August accompany him, but he could even lead the two of them to the third floor. At that time, Mia followed behind Sha De's feet.

Of course, although companions are allowed, only Shade can call the souls he wants to see in the death behind the door while using this door - only the souls of the Sixth Age.

Priest August did not comment on the sudden appearance of the iron gate on the third floor of Shade's house. After entering the [Soul Cemetery] with him, he looked at the heart he held up in his hand, and then under the white mist. In the cemetery, a stone door similar to the [Death Door] under Midhill Fort appeared.

The stone door was pushed open by Shade with great effort, and the cold moonlight spilled out from the crack in the door. When the two doors on the left and right opened enough gaps, Shade didn't bother to push them open completely. Instead, he hugged Mia tightly and walked in sideways with the priest.

The shoes could not make any sound when they stepped on the shallows. When they looked up, they saw boundless darkness. Entering here through a special way, the cold feeling of death did not invade their souls. However, looking at the dark waters in the distance, countless pure white souls flickering towards the half-sinking moon at the end, looking at this lonely scene, I still felt a little sigh in my heart.

The priest stood in front of the door waiting for Shade, while Shade walked a few steps towards the shallow shore where the water was slightly rippling, and then called softly:

"Ms. Hela Oxenfurt."

Time and space are frozen, leading to the end, where even sound cannot travel very far. He was not sure whether he needed to speak or whether the lady was willing to respond to him, so after calling him, he waited quietly and guessed in his mind that if he called out Detective Sparrow again at this time, the detective would What expression would it be.

Mia lay in Shade's arms and looked around curiously, and soon widened her beautiful amber eyes and looked at the dark moon in the distance. The silver moonlight shone on a person and a cat, and the cat's eyes were actually dyed silver-white.

Unfortunately, at this time, Xia De's attention has been put on the soul of the woman walking with her back to the countless wandering souls. Wearing a traditional black dress and a thin black veil on her face, Hela Oxenfurt came from the direction of the dark moon.

She came to the shore from the water, and like Shade, stood on the shoal made of white sand that represented the real "border between life and death." If Shade wanted to, he could even bring the departed soul back to the material world, which was also the effect of the sacrifice, but obviously he would not do so.

"Good day, Mr. Hamilton."

The veiled woman bowed slightly to Shade, very slightly. Shade doesn't quite remember whether he said his name, but it's not a very important thing:

"I'm sorry to disturb you by coming to a place like this. There are some things I want to talk about this time. It won't take too long."

He said embarrassedly, his black eyes looking at Shade from behind the veil, the woman shook her head slightly:

"It doesn't matter, I'm glad to be able to help you."

"It's like this. I've encountered something recently. My emotions, um, my heart, um... it's not that my heart has turned to stone. Specifically, when I met you, you were so cold and emotionless. I discovered that I am also a somewhat indifferent person.”

He spoke hesitantly because he was not sure what he wanted to know. He just wanted to talk about his affairs with a soul that could empathize with him:

"I have recovered from complete apathy, but that experience made me a little worried. When I understand my character and myself better, whether I really love everything around me and really love them. Yes. Yes, I love them, I’m sure of that, but do I... I’m sorry, I don’t know how to express it.”