Whispering Poems

Chapter 2666 Dead Apostle
"Are you always so kind?"

The owl continued to watch the scene below:
"Young girls are always fooled by men's tricks, but they don't know that what they see is only a part of them. Oh, look at the silly girl's smile, she probably didn't expect that the hand holding the flower just now was touching the buttocks of the waitress in the underground casino not long ago."

She had no idea that she only knew a small part of Xia De.

"I'm worried that he might want to go to dinner with Linda Bennett later. I don't want to wait until they finish dinner."

"No, even if the girl is attracted to him, she won't go out to eat with a man she isn't in a relationship with. After all, the Bennet family was once aristocracy."

Just as she said, the two of them did part ways soon after. But it didn't seem to be because of so-called reserve - because Linda Bennett was obviously reluctant to leave when she said goodbye, the real reason should be that the young lieutenant needed to rush back to the barracks tonight.

Xia De actually didn't understand why he was a "time traveler". His actions this afternoon were quite normal and it was unclear what he wanted to do at this time that did not belong to him.

So Shade and Miss Winslet discussed it again and decided to follow him back to the barracks. This way they could not only find out if he had any other actions in the woods, but also look for tree holes where he lived.

"Cuckoo~"

The owl held the cat and flew over the dim sun and the withered yellow forest. Because Shad did not need to fly or identify directions, he had time to turn his head to look at the sun, and then sigh in his heart that such an action was really interesting.

York Bronte chose to ride back to the military camp on horseback. Although the camp was deep in the woods, there was a maintained road connecting it to the city.

Although the distance was too far to determine whether the "Time Curse" and "Paradox Worm" existed, at least Shade could see that he was a three-ring warlock. In the woods far away from the city, he did not hesitate to use magic to make his horse run faster.

It was like this until six o'clock in the evening. In late autumn, the daytime was getting shorter and the light in the forest was gradually dimming. The young officer who was riding along the forest road suddenly stopped his horse and led it into the forest.

This made Shade and the witch who had been following him all the way excited. The owl lowered its altitude and landed on the treetops. Then it turned into a beautiful big gray-black cat, jumping on the branches with the silver cat and continued to follow him.

The young officer leading the horse walked in the forest for ten minutes before he stopped. He checked his surroundings vigilantly, even casting a silencing spell and using a crude illusion to protect himself. Then he turned to look at his horse and pounced on it.

"Oh!"

The cats squatting on the branches sighed and watched York Bronte bite the horse's neck, then pin it to the ground as it roared, and then lay on the horse's body and sucked its blood.

"He is actually a vampire?"

The witch said incredulously, but the silver cat shook his head:

"He is definitely not a vampire. I have a method to identify vampires. He can't be one."

Because there was no transparent blood-red bat mark floating above the other party's head.

In the forest where the sunlight was gradually fading, a man with an unclear face was silently sucking horse blood. This was more like a scene from a horror novel. However, Shade and the witch who were watching this scene realized later that he was not only sucking blood but also life force.

Ten minutes later, only the horsehide covering the skeleton of the dead horse was left. York Bronte, wiping his face with his sleeve, stood up, put away the horsehide, hurriedly covered the bones with fallen leaves, turned and walked in another direction, and found another horse with similar fur color that he had placed here in advance.

This time, Shade and the witch did not follow. Instead, they confirmed that York Bronte had left before returning to their human forms and coming to the side of the horse skeleton. The witch squatted down to check and confirmed her previous thoughts:

"As expected, all his vitality was sucked away. But this method of sucking vitality should not be mastered by a low-level warlock. And did you notice? He absorbed the life of a sturdy horse, but his own vitality did not show any enhancement at all."

For beings whose bodies are strong enough, such as Shade himself, they will not show any abnormality even if they obtain the vitality of other lives. However, the young officer just now did not seem to have strong vitality.

"Is it because of the time curse?"

Shad asked:

"Do you have to regularly suck the life out of other creatures to keep yourself from dying? But the time curses we've come across so far seem to only punish ourselves and won't affect others."

And the witch of death discovered something even more terrifying:

"After being killed like this, the horse's soul didn't even get agitated. Its soul disappeared. No, wait, God, it didn't disappear. Its soul was also sucked away! What happened to that man just now? Was he a demon?"

"He's not a demon either. I have my own way of judging demons. He's definitely not one."

Although the "seeing demon" spell of ancient demon hunters was not 100% correct, it was only likely to go wrong when facing truly powerful evil spirits and demons, and York Bronte was obviously not such an exception.

"How did you learn so many weird magics? Please wait a moment before continuing to track it. I want to collect its remains."

The witch said softly, so Shade found some stones nearby and asked her to transform the stones into horse bones and put them in the original place. Then, they took the real horse bones and walked a distance deeper into the forest. Shade dug a big hole in the ground and asked Miss Winslet to put the bones in it.

"I will free your soul."

The witch said softly with some sadness, then she squatted down and sprinkled the first handful of soil with her own hands, and then she and Shade filled the pit together.

And Shade noticed that during this period, some faint spiritual light gathered from underground to the witch. Seeing Shade's curiosity, Flora Winslet took the initiative to explain:

"It's thanking me for my help. This little bit of power enhances the speed and strength of my Transfiguration Horse state."

"But its soul isn't here. How can it thank you?"

Xia De asked again, and the witch smiled gently:
"So you don't know everything. I am the Great Witch of Death. I believe that everything has a soul. Even if the real soul is sucked away, the spirit still remains in the bones.

Death does not just mean the end of life, it means the end of everything.”

"The Spiritual Cult also believes that all things have spirits. Isn't the Spiritual Cult a branch of the ancient Death Cult? Is that how you acquired most of your Transfiguration skills? Because of the gratitude of these creatures?"

"No, I learned all my Transfiguration skills myself, but the gratitude of the dead enhanced my Transfiguration skills. Otherwise, do you think a normal owl could really catch you in human form and fly?"

Although the young officer had gone ahead, the effect of the acorn that Shad had eaten was still there, so they could easily find out his current location.

After burying the horse, they continued their journey, but by then the night had completely come. The owl caught the cat and flew towards the moon in the night sky, and finally followed York Bronte to the "Duskwood Post".

He first went to his superior to cancel his leave, and did not leave that night. So the two people who followed him checked his residence in the barracks and asked Shade to find an opportunity to confirm the time curse and paradox worms at close range.

Because so much time was wasted, when the red-haired girl who was reading alone in the room closed the book with satisfaction and heard Mia's weak cat meow coming to the window, it was already eight o'clock that evening.

She opened the window and watched the owl holding the silver cat flying in through the city night:
"How is it, are there any results from the investigation?"

The two of them transformed into human form. Miss Winslet went out to ask Miss Bell to prepare dinner. Shade, who had been in cat form for too long, twisted his neck a few times:
“We met the prince of Carsenrick, but he is unimportant.

I know who the time traveler is, York Bronte, the one we met in the concert hall. In addition, he is a three-ring warlock and has a time curse, but I haven't found the paradox worm yet. "

When Miss Winslet came back, Shad was even sitting on the sofa holding Mia and talking about "horses".

The knowledgeable librarian thought about it and actually made a guess:

"Flora, Shade, do you know something called 'Dead Apostle'?"

Shade and the witch both shook their heads, and the 18-year-old red-haired girl wasn't surprised either:
"I saw this in a book in the academy library. There are very few books that record this kind of thing. Since you all know the chosen one who died, Sister Develyn, you should know more or less about the so-called 'destined death'.

Simply put, when a person's life exceeds the life he should have, that is, he escapes the fate of death by some tricks rather than regular means, then he will become a so-called "Dead Apostle". This kind of existence is no different from its normal race, but it needs to sustain itself by absorbing the vitality of other lives, otherwise it will fall into a long hibernation near death.

As long as the 'Dead Apostles' absorb enough life force, they are almost truly immortal. Not only that, the book says that their strength and speed are terrifying, and they also master some strange life and death spells. Immortality and physical transformation are just the most basic talents among them. "

The witch shook her head:

"Daniester, I've never heard of such a thing."

"That's normal. Only those who have used 'tricks' to play with death and escaped the fate of death can become Dead Apostles. This requirement is very strict, even more difficult than finding relics such as the elixir of immortality. Such things have never appeared in the entire Sixth Era.

If I hadn't read the book from the academy, I probably wouldn't have thought of it. Of course, the above is purely speculation, and there may be other similar monsters that we don't know about."