Whispering Verse

No. 6 Saint Teresa Square, the border area on the third floor, as the black wind roared out, Miss Carina stood at the front, protecting Tifa and Luvia behind her. The three of them had the same spiritual rune at the same time, the black whisper - [Death].

And behind the door, in the place called the real death, there was a light that should not have appeared.

It was a warm firelight, and the crackling sound was very comforting. The three ladies in Tobesk also saw the scene behind the door.

They couldn't see the starry water, but they could see the bonfire and a circle of people sitting around it. Luvia and Miss Carina were both shocked:

"Why are there so many people? Is this place accessible to anyone?"

The sound of the door opening also made a circle of people sitting around the campfire look over.

"Xia De, why is it that only your appearance is completely clear, while everyone else is a blurry shadow?"

Miss Carina asked again, and Shade stood up with a smile:

"It doesn't matter who these are. But it's nice to see you now, good evening."

He smiled and waved, and the witch did not ask about the identities of the others, but breathed a sigh of relief:

"Detective, you are really going to cause trouble for me, and you actually come to a place like this. Is the matter over? I'm still waiting for your story."

"It's not over yet, but it's almost over."

He motioned for everyone to get up and leave.

However, once Shade leaves here, the weak "Tree Kiss" bonfire will immediately go out. At this time, he no longer has the power to unfold the Mystery Lock again, and the church's "Scar of the Holy Tree" will assume all sealing tasks.

"Good evening."

Iluna also greeted her teacher, and Miss Carina realized that Iluna was here too when she heard the voice.

Iluna looked outside the door and asked hesitantly:

"Where will we end up after we leave here? Saint Teresa Square? What about Fort Midhill?"

"Don't worry. Although I don't know how this door was opened in Shade's house, due to the nature of the door of death, we have to go back to where we came from. Of course, we can also choose to return to Saint Teresa Square. "

said the priest, who knew the door well.

Iluna was relieved now, and the witch urged from outside:

"Hurry up, if you keep this door open for a while, I'm worried that when Shade comes home, his house will really turn into a ghost. Detective, are you really not considering moving?"

"We are not considering moving yet, Iluna. Go quickly. Next, you have to hold a ceremony and then face the final decisive battle at Fort Midhill."

"What ceremony?"

The witch outside the door asked, and Luvia behind her widened her eyes slightly. She also understood:

"Iluna is the fourth candidate?"

"What? Can the same person inherit two identities?"

Miss Carina turned to look at her.

"Of course, one identity can only be for one person, but Iluna can gain part of the power. The chosen one who dies is the second candidate. This has been decided not by me, but by the nun."

Sister Devlin, who had not yet stood up by the bonfire, smiled and shook her head slightly, but it was a pity that Shade did not see it.

Iluna stood in front of Shade. Shade solemnly handed the [Night Watchman] in his hand to her and looked at her somewhat worried eyes:

"Take this and defeat the undead aggregation gathered in the narrow room. When the church performs the final steps of the 'Scar of the Holy Tree', you hold this sword and act as the final executor of the ritual. This sword remains at the core of the ritual. , which can maximize the effectiveness of the ritual. Although it will not permanently seal Hazama, it can at least extend the seal for a hundred years."

He patted Iluna on the shoulder, and the girl with long brown hair asked:

"Give me this sword, 伱."

"I'm exhausted today and don't want to fight anymore against the undead, so it's up to you. Iluna Beas, you are the chosen one, aren't you?"

Shade said with a smile, pretending to be relieved. Later, after the nun burned Barton's body, the bone whistle left behind was given to Iluna:

"The ancient god [Ancient Death]'s power is entrusted with this. I'm curious as to what the purpose of this whistle is."

Iluna nodded seriously, stood on tiptoes, blushed and kissed the side of Shade's face:

"You don't have to do it all, Shade, I'll take care of it this time."

She hurried towards the opened stone door, as if she was worried that others would see her flushed face. But Iluna did not appear at the border of Saint Teresa Square behind the door, but went to the narrow church.

"Don't forget, after this matter is over, you have to follow me to the headquarters of the Order."

Sister Devlin stood up and spoke for the third time.

"Okay nun, go quickly, the identity of the chosen one of death belongs to you."

The nun nodded slightly to Shade, picked up the kerosene lamp that had lost its flame, and then touched her blindfold:

"This is an accessory made with the mithril of the ancient Death Order."

She waited for a moment, calculated the time, walked towards the door, and then disappeared.

Priest August stood up for the third time and came to Shade's side, holding the amputated arm in his hand: Gu Qi

"I said, detective, don't always get involved in such dangerous things. Although young people are motivated, they must also pay attention to safety. You see, if I don't help you this time, you will be in danger."

The old man put his pipe into his arms:

"Then let's meet in Tobesk. I expect to be back at the end of this month and will bring you souvenirs."

Calculating that it was almost time for the first two people to leave, he patted Shade on the shoulder and walked towards the door.

Shade finally looked at Joy Barton and Ms. Marilyn Hendel, who helped each other stand up.

"You will go with me to Tobesk and then leave from Tobesk."

They all entered death from the narrow natural church, but now they certainly cannot go back from there.

"grateful."

Mr. Barton wanted to speak, but Shade interrupted him:

“No need to thank me, everything comes at a price.

Even if we help you resurrect this lady, the curse of death will haunt you for the rest of your life. The numbness of your soul and the fragility of your body will make you gradually discover that maybe living is not a good thing. Mortals are mortal, and you can only make the process more meaningful, but I hope that when you come back here again."

Shade pointed to his feet:

".Don't regret your decision today."

Mr. Barton bowed deeply. He no longer looked like a short, deformed child, but looked more and more normal. Losing the identity of the chosen one, the soul seems to be freed from all the influences during life:

"No matter what, Mr. Watson Hamilton, you are the most important friend in my life."

"But you're not my friend anymore."

Shade said, seeing that the bonfire at his feet had been extinguished:

"Remember to do more good deeds, maybe twenty years, maybe thirty years, maybe even fifty years. One day, I will go find you. If you are still alive, then you can tell me what you have done in these years. past things.”

Mr. Button's soul holds Miss Handel's hand:

"Apart from meeting her, the luckiest thing in my life is probably meeting you."

"No need to say such polite words. When you get to my house, you go and tell tonight's story to the ladies in my house. Then, stay away from all this and the disputes. I wish you luck, and I hope it won't be too early to come back here again. A tidal flat."

"That's Joey Barton. Aren't they enemies? Why did it change to a sad opera?"

The witch outside the door asked Luvia on the side suspiciously. The purple-eyed girl shook her head:

"But looking at Shade's expression, is he going to do something big tonight?"

"It's nothing serious. I'm going to Fort Midhill later to find two people in reality."

Shade said as he also stepped out of the door of death, followed by Ms. Handel and the undead she was holding. Both have gray lines on their bodies, which are traces of curses.

The stone gate closed behind them, but the relics caused by the invasion of death were out of control, and the restlessness in the entire border area was far from stopping.

If it is not handled properly, No. 6 Saint Teresa Square may become uninhabitable.

(Dorothy is working on the manuscript.)

Fort Midhill, in the narrow space between life and death, in the thick fog, a strong wind suddenly arose.

The nearly crazy evil spirits in the narrow room, carrying terrifying whispering elements, launched their final attack on the three passages. But as this strange wind appeared from the foot of the mountain and the mountainside almost at the same time, the undead actually stopped moving.

Then, no matter whether they were in the narrow space or in reality, everyone saw two pure white light pillars falling from the sky one after the other. Even the thick fog can't cover up their colors, and even the whispering elements can't cover up the almost substantial miraculous power originating from the ancient gods.

The resurrected Iluna Beas walked out of the natural church in the narrow room, and the fire-wielding Sister Devlin also walked out of the mountainside passage.

A white beam of light enveloped them, as if there were transparent feathers spreading to the earth. Under the gaze of the church's ring warlocks, the witches, and all the people in Fort Midhill who could look into the sky, thirteen golden light points appeared in the white mist-filled sky.

"Chosen One Ceremony. But isn't Bayas already balanced? Huh? Why is there still a pillar of light on the mountain? And it appeared later than the one here? Huh? Why did Bayas fall to the ground? Isn't it a ceremony?"

Mr. Landau, the twelve-ring warlock of the Peace Church, asked in surprise.

"Ceremony of the Chosen. Sure enough, it was Devlin. Although the Spiritual Cult does not belong to the Parliament, this time the Parliament finally... Hmm? Why is there a pillar of light at the foot of the mountain? And it is earlier than here, huh? Why is there a light under the mountain? Extinguished?"

Miss Aurora asked Granny Cassandra who looked up in surprise.

The dazzling golden color bursts out from Sister Devlin's body on the mountainside of Sikal Mountain. With her feet off the ground, the nun lifted into the sky in the beam of light and opened her arms. The huge eleven-ring brass ring behind her complemented the golden aura.

The pure white light pillar gradually turned into a golden color, and the thirteen light point ritual array merged with the life ring behind it. The brass ring became blurred during the high-speed rotation, leaving only thirteen stable light spots. Then, in the almost chaotic brilliance, thirteen light points distributed in a circle gathered inward to form a sickle-shaped pattern.

The golden shock wave spread to the surroundings, and the light spots were hidden in the life ring, and the original brass life ring now transformed into a dark golden sickle.

It was as if the power had traveled from eternity and originated from a more primitive era. At this moment, it swept across the entire narrow space with the mountainside as the center.

The dead chosen one has officially completed the ceremony. Although the story is not particularly perfect, it still represents the third section of "The Whispering Canto" and comes to a complete end.

Miss Aurora was shaking her long hair and looking at Sister Devlin who was gradually landing on the ground in the wind. A smile appeared on the face of the heroic witch:

"So what about the Orthodox Church? The Truth Society is just a group of clowns. It seems that the winner this time is the Parliament. Sister, after the next battle is over, let's talk about the in-depth cooperation between the Spiritual Order and the Witch Parliament. Haven’t you always wanted to see the real Parliament?”