Whispering Poems

Chapter 1086 Demon Story (Part [-])
"It has been a long time since the man left his hometown, but his return still makes those friends and relatives of the past very happy. They have learned of his great deeds."

"Obviously they expelled that noble but unlucky fellow."

Shade continued to comment, and Mr. Asmond changed his action, supporting his knee with his right hand and supporting his knee with his left hand:

"The people celebrated the return of an old friend and longed to hear stories of his travels. So the demons satisfied them, and in the celebration harvested all souls."

Xia De picked up the wooden wine glass and took a sip, this time he didn't make any comments.

"The devil then went back to the man's house and met the man's family members. They did not attend the celebration of the man's return. The first thing the devil saw was the man's gray-haired wife and took her soul. "

"Because it has fulfilled a woman's desire to 'want her husband to return.'"

Xia De whispered, and the weird smile on Mr. Asmond's face became more obvious:
"Yes Yes."

He drew a long voice:

"So the devil found the man's eldest daughter and youngest son. They are already adults now. The former lives here with his 13-year-old son. The devil said very politely to the 30-year-old woman: May I ask what your wish is? A woman who has seen her mother swallowed by a demon says: I long to protect my son."

"She was devoured by demons."

Shad sighed softly.

"So the devil said very politely to the man in his 30s: May I ask what your wish is. The man who knew he was going to die summoned up the same courage as his sister: I am eager to protect my nephew."

"So he too was devoured by the demon."

Shad sighed again.

Mr. Asmond lowered his head slightly, his entire face was in the shadows:
"Finally, the demon asked the 13-year-old boy, the grandson of the man who had no wishes, and the only survivor in the entire area: Son, what do you wish for?"

"It's not fair. He has been protected by the love of his loved ones and should not be asked about his wishes."

Shad pointed this out, and Mr. Asmond nodded:
"Yes, because of the wishes of his loved ones, he still has another chance. As long as the boy keeps silent at this moment, the devil will follow the agreement with the man and woman, leave here and not touch the boy's soul."

Xia De shook his head helplessly, and folded the newspaper in front of him:

"Hearing what you said, he must have spoken."

"Yes."

Sean Asmond slightly lowered his voice:
"The boy said: I have heard about my grandfather, I know you are not him, you are the demon that was taken away."

Shad tilted his head and looked at the demon scholar who told the story, who gave the ending of this story:

"'Now, everyone has been taken away by you, so it's my turn to stand up bravely like my grandfather. My wish is, like my grandfather, to lead you through my life.'"

Xia De got up slightly, and then moved himself slightly towards the back of the chair, so that he could sit more comfortably:
"Exactly the same ending, is this a cycle?"

"Yes, because the devil promised to fulfill the wishes of men and women. So, it once again hid in the souls of mortals, and the boy also packed his bags and left along the road that his grandfather had walked."

At this moment, Mr. Asmond finally sat up straight and drank the last sip of ale.

"This story is really disturbing, but I guess it's not over yet?"

Shad asked, the weird smile on Mr. Asmond's face remained unchanged, but Shad saw Mr. Bernhardt walking down the stairs from the corner of his eyes:
"Then next time, let's continue the boy's story. I hope the direction of the story is not that after the boy died, the demon invaded the soul of the boy's descendants."

Shad stood up, stretched out his hand and held it with Mr. Asmond, and the latter also bent down and stood up:

"No, Mr. Watson. This story is far stranger than you think."

Mr. Sean Asmond continued to stay on the first floor, and Shad walked towards the stairs to meet Mr. Bernhardt with a brand new story.

"your friend?"

The vampire raised his head slightly.

"The friends I met in Coldwater Harbor in Delarion are just ordinary people."

The handshake just now was to make sure of that.

Mr. Bernhardt nodded, and did not ask further questions:
"Come upstairs with me. Wilson's emotions are a little broken. He was indeed almost killed. The Pantanal Voodoo Society has mastered a unique method of dealing with vampires."

Although the tone was understated, Xia De could feel the anger of this gentleman.

A shabby hotel will naturally not have any luxurious rooms. Even though Mr. Bernhardt claims that this is the best room in the whole hotel, in Shad's opinion, it is only better than a few dozen people sleeping together in a real slum. The rooms are better.

Just like what Mr. Bernhardt said, Mr. Wilson with messy light brown hair was already a little hysterical due to the excessive fright.Shad and Mr. Bernhardt comforted him for a while before he finally calmed down and told them what happened in the morning.

What happened was roughly the same as Shad and the two guessed. The Pantanal Voodoo Society heard that Mr. Wilson was going to sell the relic weapon to a powerful local clan, so they attacked Mr. Wilson first.

The stranger who broke into his house half an hour earlier than Xia De was a high-ring warlock, and Mr. Wilson, who only had a third ring, was no match at all.If it wasn't for the sudden premonition of the threat of death when he was divining his fortune last night, so he prepared the thaumaturgy [Scarlet False Body] in advance, he might really be dead.

"I'm going to leave here at once! Yes, at once, to Willendale. It's terrible, it's terrible!"

The gentleman seemed to be frightened by something, and this kind of fright was obviously abnormal.He kept mumbling to himself, sometimes pacing in the narrow room, sometimes pointing at the two visitors in horror, telling his inner panic.

"Obviously, apart from the threat of death, he may have seen other things in the divination."

Mr. Bernhardt said helplessly that although he has a level of seven rings, he is not proficient in treating this kind of mental illness.This is not a problem caused by the influence of the relic, it is purely traumatized after seeing the terrible thing.

"I can give it a try."

Xia De thought for a while and said, took out his moonstone ring, kissed it lightly and pointed it at the somewhat crazy man:

"confusion!"

Thaumaturgy [Confused], obtained from the exchange with the first librarian Miss Olan Nord in the dead valley.The essence of thaumaturgy is to use the characteristics of the yellow moonlight to turn normal people into lunatics and lunatics into normal people. However, in Xia De's hands, the most common usage is to confuse those summons with low intelligence.

But at this time, the yellow moonlight has brilliantly played the role of "guidance".Mr. Wilson gradually calmed down in the yellow moonlight. Mr. Bernhardt pulled the chair over to let him sit down. The latter covered his face with his hands, and it took him a long time to make a sound like he had just woken up from a dream:

"Oh, this is really scary."

"What happened, what did you see?"

Mr. Bernhardt hurriedly asked this fortune-teller, who was rare in the same clan, the latter took a deep breath, and took away his hands covering his face, with an indescribably tired expression on his face:

"Terrible earthquakes, unprecedented blizzards sweeping across half of the Old Continent... Disaster is coming."

Ever since he first met Shad in Huntington, Mr. Bernhardt had a premonition that something big was going to happen there.At this time, I was confirmed personally, but I was relieved in my heart, feeling as happy as "boots landing", and even showed an inappropriate smile on my face:
"It's finally coming, ahem, I mean, what disaster, what did you predict? Are you sure the interpretation is correct?"

Mr. Wilson shook his head slightly and looked down at the floor:

"After my fake body was killed, I performed a divination on the trap seed left in my body by the high ring warlock of the Pantanal Voodoo Society, and wanted to know who he was. Although I have no confidence in revenge , but at least you must know who your mortal enemy is."

"Trap Seed" should refer to the blood-colored vine that Shad and Mr. Bernhardt encountered when looking through the corpse.

Under the watchful eyes of Shad and Mr. Bernhardt, the man trembled suddenly:
"My divination was too successful. That time, it was as if the god of fate had glanced at me. I have never had such a smooth divination. It was like holding a rusty ax and breaking it in one blow. It is also like a crappy watchmaker who made a perfect wall clock in a daze."

"This shows that your divination skills have been greatly enhanced. From now on, you can call yourself a very talented fortune teller."

Xia De said with admiration.

Luvia once said that once a similar divination is made, it means that the divination skills have greatly improved.The purple-eyed girl can only have a similar feeling every time the chosen one makes her official debut.

"Yes, yes, I did get new spirit runes and powers, but I also saw the evil thing roaring for thousands of years in the subspace seal in the depths of the Great Swamp, the filthy and terrifying monsters in the ancient temple Sacrifice, the wrath of nature and the cataclysm that follows!"

He suddenly shouted loudly:
"This is a sign! This is the first step! The blizzard throughout the winter has sounded the first alarm bell for the material world, but no one knows why this is the death knell."

Mr. Wilson's emotions became agitated again, his eyes protruded, as if the eyeballs were about to burst:
"I saw the angel with white wings flying in the lake, I saw the vine tentacles wriggling ten thousand years ago returning to the material world, I saw the wise man holding a book, laughing and standing on the height of the lighthouse , I also saw the weeping purple-eyed female fortune-teller, watching all this go to perish!"

(End of this chapter)