"It has been a long time since the man left his hometown, but his return still made his old friends and relatives very happy. They have learned about the great deeds he has done."
"It was they who expelled that noble but unfortunate fellow."
As Shade continued to comment, Mr. Asmon changed his position from supporting his knee with his right hand to supporting his knee with his left hand:
"The people celebrated the return of their old friend and were eager to hear his travel stories. So the devil satisfied their wishes and harvested all the souls during the celebration."
Xia De picked up the wooden wine glass and took a sip, but this time he didn't make any comment.
"The demon then returned to the man's home and met his family, who had not attended the celebration of his return. The first person the demon saw was the man's wife, whose hair had turned gray, and he took her soul away."
"Because it has satisfied the woman's wish for her husband to return."
Shade whispered, and the strange smile on Mr. Asmon's face became more obvious:
"Yes, it is."
He drawled out:
"Then the demon found the man's eldest daughter and youngest son, who were now adults. The former lived here with her fifteen-year-old son. The demon said to the thirty-year-old woman very politely: What is your wish? The woman had seen her mother being devoured by the demon, so she said: I long to protect my son."
"She was consumed by the devil."
Shade sighed softly.
"Then the devil said to the man in his thirties very politely: What is your wish? The man, knowing that he was going to die, mustered up the same courage as his sister: I want to protect my nephew."
"So he too was devoured by the devil."
Shade sighed again.
Mr. Asmon lowered his head slightly, his entire face falling into shadow:
"Finally, the demon asked the thirteen-year-old boy, the grandson of the man without a wish, and the only survivor in the entire area: Child, what is your wish?"
"It's unfair. He has been protected by the love of his family and shouldn't be asked about his wishes again."
Shade pointed this out, and Mr. Asmon nodded:
"Yes, because of the wishes of his relatives, he still has a chance. As long as the boy keeps his mouth shut, the devil will abide by the agreement with the man and woman and leave here without touching the boy's soul."
Xia De shook his head helplessly and folded the newspaper in front of him:
"From what you said, he must have spoken after all."
"Yes."
Sean Asmon lowered his voice slightly:
"The boy said: I have heard about my grandfather, and I know you are not him. You are the evil demon that was taken away."
Shade tilted his head and looked at the demonologist who was telling the story, who gave the ending of the story:
"'Now that everyone has been taken away by you, it is my turn to stand up bravely like my grandfather. My wish is to take you with me throughout my life, just like my grandfather.'"
Xia De stood up slightly, and then moved himself slightly to 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 grant the man and woman their wishes. So, it hid in the souls of mortals again, and the boy packed his bags and left along the path his grandfather had taken."
Mr. Asmon finally sat up straight and drank the last sip of beer.
"This is a really upsetting story, but I guess it's not over yet?"
Shade asked. Mr. Asmon had a strange smile on his face. But out of the corner of his eye, Shade saw that Mr. Bernhard had already walked down the stairs.
"Then next time, let's continue the story of that boy. I hope that after the boy dies, the devil will not take over the souls of his descendants."
Shade stood up and stretched out his hand to shake hands with Mr. Asmon, who also bent down and stood up:
"No, Mr. Watson. This story is stranger than you think."
Mr. Sean Asmon remained on the first floor, while Shad, with a new story, headed for the stairs to join Mr. Bernhardt.
"Your friend?"
The vampire raised his head slightly.
"The friends I met in Coldwater Harbor in Delarian are just ordinary people."
The handshake just now was to confirm this.
Mr. Bernhard nodded and didn't ask any more questions:
"Come upstairs with me. Wilson is a little emotionally broken. He was indeed almost killed. The Pantanal Voodoo Society has mastered a unique method of dealing with vampires."
Although his tone was light, Shade could sense the gentleman's irritation.
A shabby hotel naturally wouldn't have any luxurious rooms. Even though Mr. Bernhardt claimed that this was the best room in the entire hotel, in Shad's opinion, it was only slightly better than a room where dozens of people slept together in a real slum.
Just as Mr. Bernhardt said, Mr. Wilson, who had messy light brown hair, was a little hysterical because of excessive shock. It took Shade and Mr. Bernhardt a while to comfort him before he calmed down and told them what happened in the morning.
The course of events was roughly the same as what Shade and the others had guessed. The Pantanal Voodoo Society heard that Mr. Wilson was going to sell the relic weapon to a powerful local tribesman, so they took the initiative to attack Mr. Wilson.
The stranger who broke into his house half an hour earlier than Shade and the others was a high-level sorcerer, and Mr. Wilson, who was only three levels, was no match for him. If he hadn't suddenly sensed the threat of death when he was fortune-telling for himself last night, and therefore prepared a bloody avatar in advance, he would probably have really died.
"I want to get out of here at once! Yes, I want to go to Willendel at once. It's horrible, horrible!"
This gentleman seemed to be frightened by something, and this kind of fear was obviously abnormal. He kept mumbling to himself, sometimes pacing in the narrow room, and sometimes pointing at the two visitors in fear, telling them about his inner fear.
"Obviously, in addition to the threat of death, he probably saw something else in the divination."
Mr. Bernhardt said helplessly that although he had a level as high as seven rings, he was not proficient in treating this kind of mental illness. This was not a problem caused by the influence of the relic, but purely a mental trauma after seeing the terrible thing.
"I can give it a try."
Xia De thought for a moment and said, taking out his moonstone ring, kissing it gently and pointing it at the crazy man:
"confusion!"
Thaumaturgy confusion, obtained from the exchange with the first librarian, Miss Orlanod, in the Dead Valley. The essence of thaumaturgy is to use the characteristics of yellow moonlight to turn normal people into madmen and madmen into normal people, but in Shade's hands, the most common use is to confuse those summons with low intelligence.
At this time, the yellow moonlight played an excellent "guiding" role. Mr. Wilson gradually calmed down in the yellow moonlight. Mr. Bernhardt pulled a chair over for him to sit down. The latter covered his face with his hands and uttered a voice as if waking up from a dream after a long time:
"Oh, this is just... so horrible."
"What happened, what did you see?"
Mr. Bernhardt hurriedly asked this rare fortune teller among his kind. The latter took a deep breath and took his hands away from his face. There was an indescribable tired expression on his face:
"A terrible earthquake, an unprecedented snowstorm sweeping across half of the Old World... ...disaster is coming."
Ever since he first met Shade in Huntington, Mr. Bernhardt had a feeling that something big was going to happen. Now that he had received confirmation from his own mouth, he felt relieved, as if "the boot had finally landed", and even had an inappropriate smile on his face:
"It's finally coming, ahem, I mean, what disaster? What did you predict? Are you sure your interpretation is correct?"
Mr. Wilson shook his head slightly and looked down at the floor:
"After my fake body was killed, I divined the trap seed left in my body by the high-level sorcerer of the Pantanal Voodoo Society, hoping to find out who he was. Although I don't have the confidence to take revenge, I at least need to know who my mortal enemy is."
The "trap seeds" must be referring to the bloody vines that Mr. Shad and Bernhardt encountered when they were searching through the corpses.
Under the gaze of Mr. Shade and Mr. Bernhardt, the man trembled violently:
"My divination was so successful. It was as if the god of fate had glanced at me. I have never had such a successful divination before... It was like a rusty axe that chopped down a tree with one blow; or like a lousy watchmaker who made a perfect wall clock without knowing what was going on."
"This shows that your divination skills have been greatly enhanced. From now on, you can call yourself a fairly talented fortuneteller."
Shade said with great admiration.
Luvia once said that once a similar divination is made, it means that the divination skills have made great progress. The girl with purple eyes can only have a similar feeling after each chosen one officially appears.
“Yes, yes, I did gain new spiritual runes and power, but I also saw… the evil creatures that have been roaring in the seal of the warp for ten thousand years in the depths of the Great Swamp, the filthy and terrible sacrifices in the ancient temple, the furious nature, and the catastrophe that followed!”
He suddenly shouted loudly:
"This is a sign! This is the first step! The blizzard throughout the winter sounded the first alarm bell for the material world, but no one knows why this was the death knell."
Mr. Wilson became excited again. His eyes bulged out as if they were about to burst out.
"I saw the angel with white wings flying in the lake. I saw the vine tentacles that had been wriggling for thousands of years returning to the material world. I saw the wise man holding a book, standing on the top of the lighthouse with a loud laugh. I also saw the crying purple-eyed female fortune teller, watching all this go to destruction!"