Whispering Verse

Chapter 2691 Ferry

Although Shade said it was a river, its size was incomparable to 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 is larger than a "brook", 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 we passed when we passed 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 as to why the boat summoned with bones was made of wood. Then she took Sha De's hand and came to the small wooden boat, but still didn't know what Sha De wanted to do:

"Do you need my cooperation?"

"No need, I'll help you dry it, you just sit down and wait. It may not work, but maybe it can."

The origin of this small wooden boat is related to the waters in Death. It was proved to have the ability to "travel through space" during 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 settled down and the boat started to slowly start, Shade realized that his boat had no oars and was moving entirely by his own thoughts. And he wanted to capture the feeling of holding up the god's boat at the "Black Sand Pier". If there were no oars, it would not feel right.

The "Staff of Yectrasil" was not long enough, so in the end I 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 flesh" is the appearance that is most in line with human aesthetics.

Once you start thinking randomly when you are not doing anything, your thoughts can easily go to places you would not expect. Amidst the sound of rushing water, she thought of Princess Margaret of Anjou who was also attracted by his appearance, and then thought of the scene she saw this morning. Her face turned red and she 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? Hmm, 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, do you want the Parliament to get involved in the politics and royal power of the Old Continent? "

As I 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 surprised that no one could resist the temptation.

[Look around. 】

The "other me" in her ear reminded her softly, and the witch who was thinking about it suddenly realized that a layer of mist had appeared on the river at some point. But it was a clear autumn morning, and there was no way such an unexpected mist would naturally appear in the woods.

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 already sailed into the fog at this time, and the slightly glowing hull carried the two people forward smoothly. The fog became thicker as the boat continued to move upstream. Flora Winslet didn't ask anything, but turned to look ahead.

After the density reached a certain peak, the dense fog suddenly dispersed, or was replaced by a colder fog of death. The gray-white world appeared in front of the boat, and the rich death made her suddenly transform into a cat and jump into 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 drank it for himself. It was easier than he thought to open a "route" purely by his own strength, but the cost 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, they had accumulated a lot of perfume bottles, so one sip could relieve Shade's consumption. But when he put the bottle away, he found that the cat in his arms stretched out his head to look at the mouth of the bottle in a daze, and even made a gesture of probing his 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, please don't use this kind of yin-like drug. Just smelling the smell, I felt hot all over my body, and then many, many inspirations came 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:

"So it's 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 came all the way to 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 Theodore Bronte's mother again, the cat in his arms asked softly:

"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 noble lady's ghost transformed into Theodore Bronte's mother still attacked them as it did more than sixty years ago.

More than sixty years of accumulation of strength have made her stronger. When the miserable green flames were blown by it, this time it almost immediately filled every corner of the small auditorium.

"Solar Ray!"

Instead of touching the [Night Watcher] in the slender box on his back, 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. But the noble lady Wraith, who was almost as tall as the auditorium, 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 sunlight collided with the pale green soul fire. The huge soul even made the small auditorium tremble twice, making the cat's ears tremble as he mistakenly thought that the power of death underground was about to explode. The golden sunlight melted the cold flames, 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 intensity 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 "Ragrai'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 swung it forward:

"Soul whipping!"

The blood-colored whip hit the vengeful spirit head-on who wanted to raise its head and spit out flames. The painful wailing sound at that moment even made Shade temporarily deaf. This non-harmful thaumaturgy was very effective in attacking 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!"

The 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 popped balloon. Shade did not miss this opportunity. Several [Confinement Halos] drew arcs of light above the sea of ​​fire and wrapped them around the undead. Then the cat opened its mouth and another lightning flash appeared.