What is it like to be a wizard in modern times?

If Della Dua just seeks death like Mr. Wells, all the wizards present can help - there are thousands of ways to kill vampires, and no matter how special Della Dua is, she will not be completely immune to those things.

But what she wanted was relief.

She died in extreme pain, and climbed out of the grave in extreme hatred. In the East, her species is probably considered to be closer to zombies. Her body looks perfect but suffers from constant corruption inside, wandering around all the time. The boundary between life and death.

Even if she dies again, her soul will be entangled in those painful things, trapped in this world and unable to go to another world.And her murderous crime and unquenchable hatred will wake her up one day.

Ancient mysteries can only be liberated in ancient form.Mr. Wells was able to cross the river in the most traditional and solemn funeral ceremony for vampires, and so was Della Dua.

She was born in the era when Celtic legends had not been submerged by history, and Druids were flourishing in the land. The Celtics believed that the relief of one death must be paid for by another death, and only through the most sacred " Triple Death" ceremony, after bathing in the magic cauldron filled with the blood of sacrifices, Daladeua's body can decay, and the soul can return to peace.

No one can help her with this.

Bansy patted Della Dua on the back.Sitting stiffly, she already understood Banxi's state at this time, and she also knew that her plan had failed.

Bancy recognized the rationality of "Bancy Rothbart", and symbiotically integrated his own existence with the existence shaped by spells.That process must be extremely painful, and she shuddered just thinking about it, but it also filled the biggest loophole of this spell, making it impossible for people to start.

Her eyes were sad and fierce, as if she was looking at a monster, she shrank slightly - she suddenly realized that she was sitting on Banxi's lap, and she couldn't help getting up suddenly as if she had been scalded.

"Calm down, calm down, my dear, I won't eat you again." Bancy comforted her with some amusement, feeling quite perverse that she couldn't tell who was the perpetrator.

Perhaps it was because Della Dua's legendary experience was too tragic, and an extra layer of compassionate filter was added to her. Her panic-stricken eyes were like water, which made people feel less angry and soft-hearted.

"Maybe you can negotiate with the Vampire Council?" Bancy said, "I'm just the custodian of Mr. Wells' estate, and I'm not qualified to use it."

The mysterious part of Mr. Wells' inheritance will be handed over to the Vampire Council. Based on Bancy's knowledge of those vampire families, he will not seize this magic pot as a rare treasure. If Della Dua Being able to come up with enough terms of exchange, the Vampire Council is not necessarily unwilling to do this business.

After all, the mystery of the magic pot is too powerful. In this era, almost no one can really use it. It is better to exchange it for some practical benefits. Della Dua is an ancient existence no less than Mr. Wells. There is absolutely no shortage of good things in it that can impress the vampire council.

"That's not his!" Dela Dua cried out in a shrill voice suddenly agitated. "The magic pot was stolen from me by that shameless fellow! That treacherous bastard!"

Bansy raised his eyebrows, and Della Dua looked even more annoyed at this expression: "He didn't tell you! How could he! How could he!"

As if extremely angry, Della Dua panted hard and his chest heaved, giving him the impression that the dead have been revived—there was nothing that was said to the wizard in the deathbed confession, or it was not important and unnecessary Confession is either unable to speak before death, and would rather carry the past to the next reincarnation.

No matter which one, it hits the pain point of Della Dua.

It also confirmed Banci's vague guess.

"You brought him to find the magic pot," Bancy said, "and you helped him tame the magic pot."

Otherwise, how could a vampire who had nothing to do with the Celtic system find the treasure in Celtic mythology, how could he find it so easily, and place it so casually in the corner of the treasure room.

It could only be that Della Dua, a famous red vampire in Celtic mythology, led the way for Mr. Wells, or that the two of them worked together to find the legendary magic cauldron.

The reason for the cooperation can be guessed by Della Dua, regardless of Bansy. Mr. Wells has a high probability of promising to host the triple death ceremony that Della Dua values ​​most, using most of the mystery of the magic pot to make it free. On the other hand, he only needs to use the name of being crazy about love, longing to hear the news of his lost lover again.

The gap between the dead and the living cannot be bridged. In this era, it is impossible for the dead to be resurrected. Della Dua thought this was a consensus between her and Mr. Wells, but she never thought that Mr. Wells was so crazy that he would try it even though he knew it was impossible. Trying it almost ruined her last hope of liberation.

"But in the end he gave up." Bancy said, there was no trace of using a large spell in the magic pot. If Mr. Wells really tried to resurrect the dead, then the large spell would cause huge energy fluctuations. Leaving a deep imprint in the loop that he couldn't ignore.

"Yes, he gave up." Della Dua's eyes were red, and he laughed mockingly, "He deceived me, stole the magic pot, and in the end his lover was not willing to answer his call at all."

"How ridiculous, asking a soul that has reincarnated countless times to respond to the call of an old lover 800 years ago."

"People have long forgotten."

At that time, she was so angry that she was going crazy, but Wells never felt at ease when he cooperated with her from the very beginning. Well, all the relatives within three generations had no news, even if she plowed the field three or five times, she couldn't pluck out a single hair of his hair.

As for Wells' cronies and friends, he has also entrusted them to not disclose any information to Della Dua. Even a guy like Uther, who is Wells' friend and familiar with her, would at most tell her with a smile. can not say.

She would not even have known of Mr. Wells' death had it not been for the many invitations sent out by Bancy for this funeral.

Della Dua bit her lower lip and was about to bleed. She was stubborn and stubborn by nature, and she believed that the magic pot belonged to her, so she was unwilling to make an extra deal with the Vampire Council, and just stared at Ben. West wrestled with him, as if she could stare at a magic cauldron from him.

The other witches remained silent as if they were dumb, but some of them leaned closer to Dela Dua, while others held his arm tightly, showing their mutual attitudes indistinctly.

Bansy smiled helplessly, as long as he bites this matter to death and does not let go, there will be no risk of losing, but it is a pity that he had to use the time he could have leisurely to rest in a stalemate with Della Dua.

There is no need to teach her how to be a human being. Those who are familiar with this story should know that the prisoner committed suicide by swallowing rotten food, and crawled out of the grave after death in extreme hatred. Dela Dua’s willpower is definitely first-class One's strength is opposite to her paranoia and stubbornness that is absolutely impossible to reason with her.

As long as he persisted until the inheritance was handed over to the Vampire Council, Della Dua would naturally torment those vampires and let him be an innocent executor.

He was still a little free to chat with Swansea next to him. As the descendants of wizards whose ancestors have trouble with swans, they are naturally closer to other wizards in terms of mystery, but before he finished talking about a topic, the second In a word, I felt that the atmosphere was not right.

A few people who had been quietly standing next to Della Dua moved back quietly, and Della Dua still bit her lip and felt greatly wronged, but her expression was rigidly fixed at a subtle angle of crying or not laughing. .

Swansea's grip on Bancy's arm tightened suddenly, her teeth chattered, and Bancy could feel her trembling uncontrollably.

"What's wrong?" Bansy became vigilant instinctively, letting go of his inner senses to patrol the surroundings.

The reason why the witches chose a place like Manga Exhibition for their gatherings is of course not because of the luxurious decoration and beautiful environment here, but because it is one of the few places in modern society that can gather fantasy and fanaticism on such a scale. Extremely close to belief, the energy here is extremely active, and the mysterious gathering forms an independent cycle that is completely different from the outside world.

Bancy's internal perception didn't notice any abnormality, only saw Shi Li sitting on a chair and looking at them, with a slight curvature on the corner of his mouth that could be regarded as a smile.

Shiru was looking at Della Dua.

Gentle and gentle, neither annoyed nor agitated, and there is no intention of defending and counterattacking in front of Bancy.

He just looked at her like that.

Like looking at a dead thing.

The author has something to say:

I actually encountered people like Della Dua when I was working, and I was so stubborn that I couldn’t solve the problem, and I was very broken at that time [cover my face]

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