Whispering Verse

Chapter 2682 The Second Oil Painting

"Yes, it's just as ineffective as the whereabouts of the divination teacher."

This time she really started to cry.

"It's okay, it's okay."

Shade continued to pat her back gently:

"Since the divination is invalid, we will enter the [Silver Moon Library] again to find the records. The ritual can only be used once a year to open the door. But the last time we opened the door was in January this year, which was the 24th of the New Moon.

It's already the Dead Leaf Month in October, and we can go there again after waiting for two more months."

Hearing him say this, the red-haired sorceress hummed softly, but still refused to let go of Shade. The witch next to her pouted slightly, seeming a little dissatisfied, and Shade could only continue:

"And that lady is the thirteenth ring, she was not weakened by the curse. Since she knew that her body would be in big trouble before she died, she must have made plans for herself as she told me last night. I think it is more likely that she hid herself than that someone discovered the cursed tree.

If a thirteenth ring warlock wants to hide his body, even if you restore the thirteenth ring and look for it yourself, you may not be able to find it."

"You, you are right."

Dan Miss Nestor agreed with this statement. She finally pushed Shade away and turned her head to wipe her tears. She also asked him to turn around and look back instead of looking at her tearful face:

"Flora stayed up late last night to paint a new oil painting for you, about the oil painting of the ball. You can go and see it."

Shade said helplessly:

"So why can't you do anything during the day? Whether it's waiting for news or painting oil paintings, staying up late is very harmful to the body."

"We are ring magicians~"

"Staying up late will make girls old."

Now they were speechless.

The red-haired girl was going to the bathroom to touch up her makeup, so Shade followed the witch who had been waiting for a long time to the easel on the wall.

This was the second of the six paintings that the witch promised to paint for Shade. The size of the painting was the same as the previous one, and the color was still chosen because it was to depict the night banquet scene, the bright yellow of the light and the dark blue of the night sky.

In the center of the picture is a dancing couple. Although she deliberately did not depict their faces in detail, it is still possible to tell that they are Shad and Iluna.

The two are wearing formal ball gowns, Shad is holding Iluna's waist while Iluna leans back.

The background is a huge clock, in which you can see the outline of a lady in a gorgeous long dress. There are several flying owls around, which is obviously another private product of "Miss Owl".

Although it describes a night scene, most of the colors in the background are warm orange and gold tones, symbolizing the breath of autumn. There are some other characters and buildings around the picture to set off the grand atmosphere of the banquet.

The overall tone of the oil painting is warm and romantic, giving people a sense of magic and fantasy. Even Shad, who has no taste for art appreciation, can praise this as another masterpiece.

Others would probably think that the owls and clocks in the scene were metaphors, but Shade could see that this was clearly a painting of him dancing with Iluna in 1854 and Lady Helena Carter in 1821 last night.

Flora Winslet cleverly condensed all the complex scene information into one picture, and the dynamic picture did show the proper meaning.

Shade was very satisfied with the painting, which was a perfect souvenir of last night.

"Very good, very good!"

He praised, so the witch raised her head slightly, with a smile on her lips:

"I also think this painting is very good. I was thinking about it on the way back last night. I am gradually surpassing myself. The endless inspiration inspires more creativity, and the fascinating story is the best seasoning."

She stood side by side with Shade, and both of them stared at the oil painting. Shade was thinking that no matter which tree hole he was going to destroy, he should first consider charging the wooden door in 1821 where Ms. Helena Carter was, while the witch was thinking that she would paint the scene of Shade dancing with her next time:

"Then convince Shade to hang the painting in his house so that Carina can see it every time she visits."

Although neither of them slept, both ladies said they were not sleepy. After sitting down on the sofa, Shade talked about destroying the tree holes:

"For the three tree holes we have now, the book can be stored in my relics, so we won't consider destroying it for the time being. As for the remaining cabinets and doors, the former connects three time points, and I'm worried that I'll use it in the future. The latter connects a key time point, and I don't plan to destroy it for the time being."

The red-haired girl smiled when she heard that he didn't plan to destroy the door in 1821 immediately:

"So we won't do it for the time being, right? Well, the academy will prepare the [Sand of Time] for you. I remember we have a lot of stock."

"Yes, we won't do it for the time being.

I only have one Philosopher's Stone in my hand. Although destroying a tree hole may not necessarily use it up, it's better to save it. I plan to find out about Bronte first and see what's going on with the tree hole he holds."

"Has York Bronte returned after you sent him away last night?"

The witch asked, and Shade nodded:

"He came back before Iluna and I left last night. That was probably when we entered the woodland after saying goodbye to you. I have been sensing his movements, and the place where he returned was in the west of the Vista Woodland.

I'm not sure whether he came back through his own tree hole, or whether he came back according to the rule that 'time travelers will travel again at the location where they stayed for a long time'.

On the way to the hotel this morning, I confirmed that he was still in the city, so I wanted to go and see where he returned last night before deciding what to do with him. "

He looked at the two ladies and shook his head decisively:

"You two should rest in the room, and no one should follow me. I will be back soon. If you decide to fight York Bronte today, I will call you again."

"Let Danister rest, I will follow you. I am an owl now, and my schedule is irregular. I am just as energetic during the day and night."

As she spoke, the witch turned into an owl and landed on Shade's shoulder:

"And maybe you can travel through time. What if something happens to you without me following you?"

"Let Flora follow you."

The red-haired sorceress also said the same thing. She really needed to rest. She had too many emotional ups and downs last night:

"You two should be careful when moving in the woods. Aren't the church's teams looking for something in that direction?"

The window opened, and the owl grabbed the silver cat and flew into the gloomy sky. The red-haired girl on the sofa waved goodbye to them. After Miss Bell packed up the tea set and left the room, she came alone to the oil painting that had not yet dried and looked at the dancing Shade and the blurry figure in the clock.

"Teacher, where are you?"

(Little Mia is running.)

The owl followed the guidance of the "Cat Passenger" and flew to the west of the city under the gloomy sky. Shade was originally worried that they would really run into the church's team, but along the way they just passed by a group of geese planning to fly south. As it passed by, the latter was disrupted by the turbulent airflow caused by the rapidly flying owl.

"Are you sure this is the direction?"

When they were about to approach their destination, the owl suddenly asked Shade. The silver cat was quite sure:

"Yes, that's for sure. Is there any problem?"

"has a problem."

There was still some distance from her destination, but she took the cat and landed directly on the tree on the ground. The two of them returned to human form together, and Xia Decai frowned slightly as his feet stepped on the ground. He also felt it:

"Is the death aura in this forest a little heavy?"

It is not that there cannot be any smell of death in the forest, but the smell of death in this area is obviously a bit too strong.

"It's a little too heavy, and the number of living creatures around here is abnormally low."

The witch said softly, motioning for Shade to follow her forward:

"Just walk forward. You will miss many clues in the air. If you go in this direction, the smell of death is strongest here."

"That's where York Bronte appeared last night. It seems that he has other 'surprises' waiting for us."

The further forward they go, the greater the impact of the breath of death on this woodland. The golden forest in late autumn turns into a withered yellow little by little, until even the trees begin to become twisted and sparse.

This area was marked on the map that the hermits sold to Shade, but it only said "the probability of the undead resurrecting increases due to unknown reasons."

Shade's induction last night only pointed out a small area, and the witch's perception at this time could only delineate the source of the death breath in a small area. The two spent some time searching in the woods, and finally stopped at the edge of a small clearing.

At this time, there was almost no dead grass underfoot, and the few large trees standing around were also unusually low. Shade stepped on the ground a few times, and the soil showed signs of being turned over recently. Although the other party had covered up the traces, it was obvious that they were not serious about covering up:

"What lies beneath our feet? It seems that the hermits have not investigated this place carefully at all."

"They look like they don't like to cause trouble, and if what they said is accurate and there are really countless Paradox Bugs sealed here, then it would be a prudent move not to investigate."

Shade took out the shovel and without using the witch, he easily dug through the moist soil that was almost turning into dark black. He didn't dig very deep before he found a wooden coffin, but after only clearing away the floating soil on it, Shade didn't dare to touch it anymore:

"Is there such a thing?"

The breath of death seeped out from that coffin, and even turned into gray mist to fill the tomb. But that's not the key. The key is that when Xia De touched the coffin lid just now, he actually sensed two very familiar forces at the same time.

PS: The picture in this chapter is "Second Oil Painting - Dance of Three People".

In the introduction of this book, there is the group number of the book club (the second group after the bombing).