Whispering Verse

Shade still wanted to be on the safe side when it came to appraising this extremely precious special card, so naturally he asked Mr. Cyndia Mark, the vice-president he was familiar with, for help.

In order to organize the Big City Players Rhodes Competition next month, Mr. Mark has been very busy recently, but when he heard that Shad was looking for him, he still took the time to meet with Shad:

"Wait a minute, Mr. Hamilton, you didn't get a new Rhodes card, did you?"

After the greetings, the man who was leading Shade upstairs was suddenly startled, and then skillfully reached out and grabbed the handrail of the stairs:

"Okay, you can talk now."

His eyes were full of anticipation.

"Yes, the new Rhodes card, you actually guessed it."

Shade nodded.

"The very old kind?"

Mr. Mark probed carefully again.

"Yes, I want to identify it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shade saw Mr. Mark covering his heart, looking like he was about to have a heart attack.

"What are you doing? No, no, it's not the founding series, it's not that one. It's this one, this one."

Shade hurriedly explained, and then took out the demon series cards.

The middle-aged man in a black formal suit took a big breath and looked at the card. After discovering that it was not [Founder], his expression gradually returned to normal:

"Demon series? This is really a rare card."

"Yes, although it is not the original, it is still an old enough Rhodes card. I hope to ask the appraisers of the association to take a look."

Shade stated his request.

"No problem, but it will take a few hours."

Mr. Mark's breathing became steady and his face was serious. Although it is not the founding set, this card is still worth a lot of money. If this is true:

"The Tobesk branch has never identified cards from the Demon series, but for the sake of the big city players, the old appraisers who came from the headquarters presumably can identify them."

"Then leave the cards here for now. I'll come get them in the evening or tomorrow."

"No, this is against the rules. During the appraisal, the holder must be aside."

Mr. Mark immediately emphasized that this is to protect both the cardholder and the association.

"It doesn't matter, I trust the association, and aren't we friends?"

Shade shook his head indifferently. In fact, he didn't have much hope for this card.

After leaving Silver Cross Avenue, Shade returned home and greeted Dorothy and Mia, who had a ring on her tail. Under the curious eyes of one person and one cat, he entered the basement again and returned to Coldwater Port.

"He's really busy today."

The blonde said with a smile and hugged the cat.

When we landed from the beach, the rain that had lasted all morning finally stopped. Shade, who was soaked all over, found a cheap hotel in the dock area to take a shower, then changed into clean clothes, and then returned to the street.

I don’t know whether it was because there were already many people in the afternoon, or because people were leaving their homes after the weather cleared up. Compared to the morning, the dock area was really lively.

Shade has never done anything to report others personally. Writing a letter or even getting a drift bottle and throwing it into the sea is actually the easiest way. But when it came to the Chosen One, Shade didn't want to take any risks with the letter, so he decided to deliver it to the church himself.

Of course, in order to ensure that the church was convinced of the contents of the letter, Shade not only told everything about Darkness exactly as it was, but even wrote "God Caller" at the end of the letter as a signature.

The inexplicable snowflakes when the fishbone pirate ship left, as well as the moonlight over the ancient alley occupied by the fishmen last week, have made the Zhengshen Church suspect that the thirteen-ring warlock who was seriously injured because of summoning the gods is also in Coldwater Port. Therefore, there is nothing wrong with Shade writing this way.

He was unwilling to walk into the church and throw the letter aside while no one was around. Instead, he wrote the letter and wandered around the natural church in the dock area, hoping to meet the priest who occasionally went out.

[The Lord of All Things], that is, the [God of Nature and Evil Thoughts], has a priesthood related to the ocean, and thus has a very strong belief in coastal areas. The church is located on the busiest street in the dock area. After the rain, the sky clears, and there is even a rainbow in the sky. There are many more believers who come to the church to pray or confess. Shade is inconspicuous among the crowd.

He stood on the street with a newspaper, watching the people coming in and out of the church door on Monday afternoon. It took a long time before I finally saw a priest wearing a white robe and a holy symbol hanging on his chest, walking hurriedly from the other side of the street. He was about the same age as Dr. Schneider. He walked in a hurry not because he was in a hurry to do something, but because he wanted to avoid the next wave of people entering the church.

Shade's eyes lit up and he immediately stepped forward to meet the priest, stopping him before he approached the church:

"Oh, kid, what's the matter?"

The priest was not angry when Shade stopped him. Instead, he stopped and asked very kindly. These clergy are good at communicating with others.

"Father, I want to repent."

Shade lowered his head on the street and came up with the words he had prepared. The clergyman in front of him showed an understanding expression:

"No problem, that's fine. Why don't you come into the church with me and we'll go to the confessional where your privacy can be protected."

"Oh, no, Father, my sin is too great. I don't want my filthy soul to pass before God."

Shade said again, trying to sound sincere.

There was a worried expression on the priest's face:

"Then what you want to say is"

He was probably worried that Shade was a murderer or something.

"I fell in love with a lot of girls at the same time."

This was Shade's search for a crime that was light enough, but not too light. Although this was self-slander and tarnished his own image, since it was for a noble reason and for the Orthodox Church to arrest Darkness, Shade didn't care about it.

The worried expression on the middle-aged man's face disappeared, and he nodded sympathetically:

"This is indeed a sin, but since you already know it is wrong, it means you are still a good person. Sincerely repent, and then choose the girl you want to be with for the rest of your life, and you will be happy."

"Oh, thank you, Father."

Shade lowered his head, holding his throat and making a hoarse voice, then twitched his nose, shrugged his shoulders, and looked like he was about to cry:

"You're such a nice guy, and you're right, I think I know what to do. I'm going to see her now and I'll tell her what I think."

As he spoke, he took out an envelope from his pocket and handed it to the priest in front of him:

"Father, please donate this money to the church on my behalf. Don't let me, a sinner, face the holy emblem and the idol. If I can really marry her, Father, I will come back to thank you."

Shade tried his best to be sincere.

"Then I wish you happiness, young man. Maybe you have been coerced by dark thoughts, but God will guide you in the direction of light. You must really understand what you want before making a decision."

The priest took the envelope and smiled kindly. Standing on a crowded street, surrounded by brass-colored gas pipes that shine in the sun after being rained on, and combined with the rainbow after the rain and the sky clears up, this scene has a somewhat sacred flavor.

But Shade never raised his head. After saying goodbye to the priest, he turned and left.

The middle-aged priest walked to the church with the envelope. He could not open the donations from the believers on the street, and the church's donations must be checked for the final amount. Therefore, the envelope will definitely be opened in the church. In addition to Shade's 1 shilling note and dozens of pieces of paper with "1 shilling" written on it, the letter sandwiched in it will also be found.

"The equivalent of spending a shilling on someone delivering a letter."

Thinking of this, Shade was quite satisfied with his actions just now.

Of course, in order to prevent the church from immediately opening the letter and chasing it out, Shade did not stay here longer. But before he could walk out of the street, he saw a carriage approaching from the corner.

There is nothing wrong with a carriage on such a busy street. The problem is that it is not a public carriage.

Just by looking across the crowd, Shade could tell that the handmade frame iron crafts were definitely valuable, and the powerful look of the coachman wearing a hat was different from ordinary coachmen.

"A noble's private carriage?"

He stood there for a moment, and in this moment, the carriage got closer and closer, and Shade also saw the family crest on the side of the carriage.

"Is this the crest of the Aurora family? Oh, it's Sivi Aurora! It's the witch."

Thinking of this, Shade turned around and walked quickly towards the alley on the street. At this moment, the window of the carriage was pushed open a crack, and the woman looking out from inside curiously looked at Shade's retreating back, but soon lost interest.

Because she ran fast enough, the second great witch from the Witch Council who appeared in front of Shade did not notice anything strange about this man for the time being.

The chance encounter with Sivi Aurora gave Shade a huge sense of crisis. Although Miss Carina seems to be normal, he actually accepts the argument that most people in the Witch Council are insane.

In order to make yourself safer, the production of the alchemy tools seen in Miss Feliana's notebook must not be delayed.

So after leaving the area around the Natural Church, Shade returned directly to the Seven Broomsticks Tavern and paid a high price of 69 pounds to get the alchemy materials he purchased. After confirming that only the most important core material was missing, which was the witch's hair, Shade didn't stay in the city for long at all. He got on the carriage and headed for Sophia's mansion in the north of the city.

Princess Lesia had also just returned from the city. Seeing Shade holding a paper bag and looking shocked, she asked him what he had done today.

"I first went to the pub to buy something, then I went to a small hotel to play Rhodes. Before I came back, I went to the church to donate money."

He thought for a while and briefly introduced his day.

"oh?"

The princess and Shade walked side by side in the corridor, turned to look at him, her beautiful brows frowned slightly:

"Shad, it sounds like you entrusted the tavern to purchase things after entering the city, and then spent a day playing cards. When you were about to come back, you passed by the church, and in order to appease your uneasiness about wasting time, you donated a sum of money. "