Whispering Poems

Chapter 3263 Snake Shedding and Roles

The situation underwater was exactly as Xia De had imagined. Not long after entering the water, his hand touched the solid ground. An extremely cold spirit erupted from the cracks in the ground with the sound of gurgling water. Even though Xia De had the First Fire, he still felt the chill.

Although it’s not as serious as what long-haired Luvia said, that you shouldn’t come down before reaching the twelfth level, but being exposed to this kind of coldness is definitely harmful to the body.

He continued to search under the water with his keen senses, and after a while he touched a cold object that looked like parchment:

"Found it. Miracle element?"

When his palm touched the "parchment", he felt as if he was holding Luvia's hand. This time, he did not see any light or shadow in the dimness under the water. He was indeed the only one here:

"Let's talk to Long-haired Luvia tonight, but she has been feeling unwell for the past two days."

I was about to turn around and swim upstream, but I paused:
"Strong spatial perception. Hmm?"

This spring was indeed formed due to cracks in the mountain, but the problem was that about ten meters behind the thick rock wall, Xia De actually detected a very wide cave.

A ten-meter-thick mountain is not easy to break, but since he could sense the space, Shade could rely on [Raglai's Jump] to jump through space. But before he decided whether to take the risk, the cave in the mountain disappeared, as if everything just now was just Shade's illusion.

"Isn't it an illusion?"

【It’s not an illusion.】

But after that, no matter how Shade sensed, "Strong Spatial Perception" could no longer capture any trace of caves in the mountain.

He stayed in the water for too long, and the rope around his waist began to pull upwards. Xia De had no choice but to leave here temporarily, but he was sure that this spring must have other secrets.

"found it."

Returning to the ground wet, Shade handed the things in his hand to the witch first, and then went to steam his clothes. After confirming that Shade was dry, Mia returned to his shoulders, and Miss Reinhardt asked him with concern:
"What happened this time? Why did you take so long?"

"There was no danger. I sensed that the spring was connected to a cave, but the cave disappeared afterwards."

He tried to get the news from the locals, but the girl who grew up here had never heard of it:

"In the summer, the spring is not that cold, and naughty children who are good at swimming sometimes go deep into the spring, but I have never heard of caves or anything like that."

"After we go back, I'll go ask the Great Elder. I'm sure it wasn't my illusion."

He then looked at the thing he had just handed to the witch. It was not the "parchment" he had imagined, but a palm-sized piece of translucent "skin". A faint element of miracle was overflowing in it, and the witch saw what it was:
"Snake slough?"

She carefully unfolded the soft snake skin in the sunlight. The snake skin showed a translucent milky white luster, similar to crumpled silk. When the light penetrated, it produced a soft diffuse effect. The thin cuticle was densely covered with the texture of snake scales, leaving a fine mesh of light and shadow on Miss Reinhart's beautiful face.

I don't know if it's because it's been soaked in cold water for many years, but the snake skin is quite soft. Claire Reinhart stared at it in a daze for a long time before she said to Shade:

"According to the legends handed down by the tribe, the Fatu people actually worshipped 'snakes' in addition to snow-capped mountains a long time ago, but the tradition of 'worshiping snakes' disappeared later on for some reason. But the oldest books handed down by the tribe are all recorded on specially made snake skins. My grandfather took me to see those books when I was a child, and none of those snake skins had the texture of this one."

She put the snake skin back on her right palm and rubbed it gently with her left hand. Suddenly she screamed again, as blood oozed from the fingers of her left hand, which had no wounds.

The blood came into contact with the snake skin, and words appeared on it. Shade was not surprised at all. Long-haired Luvia brought Miss Reinhardt here to find this snake skin. It must not be because she was also interested in the snake skin document. This snake skin must be related to the story of "The Chosen One of Fate".

[Name: Claire Rhinehart]

[Level: Ring Warlock (11th Ring)/Witch (11th Level)]

【Fortune:↓↓】

【Story role: minor supporting role】

[Personal storyline: After being away from your hometown for many years, you received a letter from your grandfather, inviting you to return to your hometown to participate in the "All Souls' Day" celebration, but after returning home, you were unexpectedly involved in the threats of magic swords, cults and unknown enemies. The road ahead is unknown, but with strong backing and local roots, you are not in a hurry to make a decision at this moment. ]

The three of them saw the letters written in Kasenric clearly, and Miss Larson was very worried:
"Teacher, your luck is really bad. Is the curse of the cultists still in effect?"

The witch was a little angry:
"I'm just a minor supporting role? This island is the homeland of our Fatu people. I'm an eleventh-level witch, and my grandfather is one of the five great elders of the Snow Mountain Gathering House. I'm just a minor supporting role?!"

Xia De frowned and looked at the information above:
"It's really interesting. The contents revealed by this snake skin seem to really point to a grand drama. Give me the snake skin."

Miss Rhinehart handed the snake skin to Shade, who still had some blood at the corner of his mouth. He smeared it on the snake skin, but nothing happened. He then handed the snake skin to Miss Larson, who touched the snake skin with her own blood, but the words on the snake skin also did not change.

"It looks like this was a one-off."

The witch looked at Shade with embarrassment. After all, it was Shade who took the snake skin out from underwater. But Shade shook his head indifferently. He was only interested in the content on the snake skin. Combined with the words "role" mentioned by long-haired Luvia, he roughly guessed what it meant:
"If the story or ritual of the chosen one is a drama, then everyone on the island has a corresponding role. The three angel-level relics of fate are manipulating the direction of the story, and this snake skin seems to be able to directly show someone's position in the story. There are minor supporting roles, so there are at least major supporting roles. Will the protagonist be..."

Although I had more doubts in my heart, the story of fate showed some clues, which looked quite interesting:
"If everything on the island is a story that is about to begin, then what is this snake skin? A narration? Or a credit list?"

"Meow!"

The cat tried to pick at the snake skin, so Shade quickly asked Miss Larson to return the skin to Miss Rhinehart:
"Please keep this for now. I will ask my friends about its origin. I have many knowledgeable friends. You can also ask Elder Harald and others to confirm whether there are any records about it in the tribe. But no matter what, this snake skin with miraculous elements must be related to the Chosen One."

"I understand. I just didn't expect the story of the ninth place to happen in my hometown."

She looked up at the snow-capped mountains with some concern:

"At the end of the story of the chosen one, the snow mountain shouldn't be a problem, Mr. Watson. Perhaps you should use this snake slough. Compared to a 'minor supporting role' like me, someone with a mysterious origin and great abilities like you would probably be a more important character, right?"

Shade smiled and shook his head. He understood how Long-haired Luvia felt:
"No, I'm not an important character. I'm just a spectator."

A loud whistle sounded from the cedar forest, and then the snow sculptures trained by Kyle Todd Town fell from the sky.

Miss Reinhardt wrote down the information about the cultists and the snake slough on a piece of paper, and tied the paper to the claws of the snow sculpture, asking it to report to the town first. After that, the three of them dealt with the traces of the battle around them, and then left together to report to the nearby village:
“Let the people in the village be alert to the strangers who have come to this area recently. Since the archbishop of the Cult of Doom has arrived, the main force of the Cult should have arrived on the island by now.”

The news that the spring had been successfully purified quickly spread throughout the village as the three people returned. The priest of Geiranger village immediately set out to check the situation, and the village chief warmly entertained the three people for lunch in the village.

During the meal, Shade once again mentioned the topic of the Chosen One of Fate. This time he mentioned the names of the three angel relics:
"[The Puppet Master's Script], [The Spinning Wheel of Prophecy], and [The Kaleidoscope of Crossroads]. Didn't I say that I sensed the power of three fate-related relics after I rescued you on the cliff early Wednesday morning?"

The fried fish was quite crispy, but Mia didn't like it, so Shade gave her the food he brought with him:
"I now have sufficient reasons to believe that the three relics from that time are most likely these three."

"Are they all angel-level? I've only heard of the [Puppet Master's Script] in the parliament before."

Miss Reinhardt had never come into contact with such relics, so Shade briefly explained some of the information about the [Prophecy Spinning Wheel] that Luvia mentioned last night:

"The pages of the Puppet Master's Script have appeared in large numbers in the hands of the Blood Spirit School. The Prophecy Spinning Wheel is most likely in the hands of the Cult of Doom. What happened in the past two days is enough to prove this.

Therefore, the [Wrong Path Kaleidoscope], about which we have not yet learned intelligence, should belong to a neutral force, or even a good force. "

"why?"

The young white-haired girl asked, and Miss Reinhart explained to her apprentice:

"Because only in this way can a three-way struggle be formed. I know that the interests of the cultists and the illegal ring sorcerer organizations are not consistent, but if the outline of a story is completed by three forces with low morals, then the story will appear very boring."