The Black Duke of the Pirate

Chapter 304 304. Miss [Yuko]

"You stay here, I'll see for myself."

"Can you see without fire?" Rosen was a little surprised.

"Don't worry, the night can't block my eyes." Reinhardt smiled and walked towards the dark red wall in front of him.

When he came to the dark red wall, although the surroundings were extremely dark, he could feel the existence of everything around him, just like the daytime. This is the power of the domineering color of knowledge.

Reinhardt touched the wall with his hands, feeling the cold and rough touch, then leaned up and sniffed, and smelled a faint fishy smell.

"Is there... congealed blood on the wall?"

He was a little puzzled, why there is such a big bloodstain on the wall, is it the blood of Miss [Yoko]?

Reinhardt's fingers touched the wall slightly, and the wall suddenly cracked.

Ka Ka Ka... With a crash, the entire wall collapsed in an instant, and then Reinhardt was shocked suddenly, and the ferocious aura was felt more intuitively.

There is also an extremely strange fragrance coming to the face.

Reinhard was very surprised, the handle of the knife held in his left hand tightened slightly, and then he walked in.

The rooms are small, simply decorated and seem to be spotless.

At this time, relying on that feeling, he saw a lifelike portrait hanging on the wall not far away.

In the portrait, the upper body of a woman is painted, with long black hair in Jifa style, maroon-red pupils and cold white skin, wearing a lavender kimono with patterns on her body, and neatly cut black hair on her forehead Level with eyebrows.

There are also two-piece earrings on her ears. The upper part is light gold inlaid on the ear, I don’t know what shape it is, and the lower part is pink bead earrings. In addition to the plaid pattern, there is also a purple butterfly.

This is Miss [Yuko]?
Reinhardt checked the portrait with the woman in his memory one by one, and found that the two were extremely consistent, except for the earrings on the ears and the purple butterfly on the clothes, everything else was exactly the same.

Why did I never see Miss [Yoko] before, but in the hallucinations that appeared, I was able to restore Miss [Yoko], and it was so consistent.

If a person does not have an impression of a certain event or a certain person in his memory, it is impossible to restore the other person's appearance and clothing through dreams and hallucinations, and the restoration is so thorough and consistent.

Could it be that the hallucinations before were... the embodiment of Ms. [Yuko]'s will?

If explained in this way, it would be much more reasonable.

But... why can't I suddenly feel the ferocious aura just now?

Reinhardt put his eyes on the portrait, but his thoughts were obviously no longer on it. He had a lot of doubts in his heart, but he couldn't get a reasonable explanation even after thinking about it.

Thinking of this, he shouted loudly: "Rosen..."

The sound echoed throughout the castle.

Rosen, who was hiding outside, trembled, and a soft voice came from his ear.

"It's a hallucination...it's a hallucination...it must be." Rosen told himself, but a louder voice was heard next to his ear: "Lawson, come here quickly."

"I found a portrait of Miss [Yuko]."

Hearing these words, Rosen was startled. The voice full of vitality was not a hallucination, but Reinhardt's shout. Rosen quietly touched it by the firelight.

As soon as he entered the house, Reinhardt's voice came from his ear.

"Is this her?"

Rosen brought the fire light closer to the portrait, and nodded after seeing clearly the figure in the portrait: "It's her, she hasn't changed a bit after all these years."

Nonsense, how could the appearance of the portrait change.

"This should be her residence back then." Rosen looked around again. There were tea sets such as ceramics on the table in the bedroom, as well as screens on the edge of the bed, curtains on the windows, and chandeliers overhead, etc., but ... After so many years, it is still spotless.

It's a bit weird... Rosen felt this way after he walked in, and felt that everything in the room was completely new.

Reinhardt also felt it before. He knew it in his heart when he first stepped into this bedroom. Not only did he observe that the whole house was spotless, as if it had been cleaned frequently, but the bedroom itself was sealed off. After ten years, how could it be possible that someone came in.

There is also the hanging portrait, which has not been corrupted for so many years, but looks lifelike.

"You also...discovered?" Rosen's voice began to tremble again. With the light of the fire in his hand, he took a look at all the surroundings in the house. It was so clean and tidy, and most importantly, there was no trace of damp at all. with a musty smell.

At this time, Rosen suddenly remembered that she died in this room that year.Thinking of this, Rosen subconsciously wanted to leave, but suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing from behind him, which made him feel a chill in his heart, but... He looked at the fire in his hand, and it didn't shake at all, that is to say, there was no wind blowing. Come?
Is it an illusion again?

"That wind...do you feel it?" Rosen's voice trembled slightly, and a lot of sweat dripped from his forehead.

Reinhardt nodded, showing a slight smile: "That's not a cloudy wind, it's the humidity caused by the house not seeing sunlight and air all year round, it's a normal situation, don't scare yourself."

"So it's like this..." Rosen took a deep breath and said, feeling much better at this time.

"I want to take this portrait away." Reinhardt said to himself, walked to the front of the portrait and looked at it for a long time, then reached out to uncover the painting.

When his fingers touched the portrait, his heartbeat seemed to speed up strangely. The portrait seemed to have a huge spell, and at the same time it was... resisting.

But who is Reinhardt, he is the murderous devil in the North Sea, the devil in the eyes of many nobles, the savior in the eyes of common people, even if a real devil stands in front of him, he can kill with a knife.

The portrait was uncovered.

"There is something on the wall." At this time, Rosen reminded that Reinhardt's attention was always on the painting, and he didn't see that there was a space behind the portrait, where a weapon was placed.

Ok?
Reinhardt was slightly startled. When his eyes were on the lavender scabbard, the hallucinatory scene that had appeared before suddenly appeared in his heart and mind, but he had already prepared for it, and the domineering arrogance was always on. , so not falling into hallucinations.

Rosen didn't fall into hallucinations either.

But... Reinhardt felt the ferocious aura before, and suddenly felt it again. Ferocity, bewitching, evil, and all the negative qualities that are tabooed by the world are all reflected in this lavender weapon. out.

"Demon Saber!!!" Rosen blurted out with a shock in his eyes.

"Why... why... this weapon will become... a demon sword!"

(End of this chapter)