"Although the marriage contract drawn up by old Watson was harsh, it is still very rude to kill the whole family."
Xia De said softly, and the doctor smiled:
"That's really your style. It's good that you don't get your hands dirty. Just like Louisa's Hamilton Detective Stories - he watched the man fall off the cliff, then turned and left without saying a word amid the sound of seagulls. If a detective becomes a killer one day, he may be the most elegant killer."
"Doctor, please stop laughing at me."
Shade said, and Dr. Schneider threw the small stone mirror he was playing with to Shade:
"The demon's remains you requested. Shade, please allow me to express my gratitude to you. In addition, this demon has some other hidden treasures, which I have sealed in the mirror. However, you should not use this as a long-term space prop. The demon's remains are more terrifying than relics."
"Don't thank me, I should thank you instead."
Xia De put away the small mirror:
"Although I really want to tell you what happened tonight, and I also want to know how Goethe died. However, I am very short of time."
He stood up and picked up the heart that originally belonged to Lady Hela on the ground. Although the heart was cut out by hand, its integrity was not affected due to the existence of special power.
The soul cemetery on the third floor of the Shade family's house can be safely opened once by offering the "heart of the living dead", a two-way door leading to real death. And the heart of the living dead refers to this, which is not just the soul of a resurrected person, but also requires the most passionate emotions and the saddest story:
"Doctor, I'll go upstairs to take care of some things. You wait here for my friend. The dark-haired lady is Miss Emma Sylvia. She may be very cold to you, but don't worry, she just doesn't like strangers."
After bidding farewell to the doctor, Shade walked towards the door of the mansion. Compared to the last time he entered here, this time it was completely out of the control of the demonic power. The degree of dilapidation of Oxenfurt Manor was as if no one had lived there for a hundred years.
The house was almost left with only a frame, and there were traces of fire and vandalism everywhere. When Xia De found a barely passable path to the third floor, he discovered that the only light on the third floor was the master bedroom, which still maintained a basic decency.
The power of Hela Oxenfurt's soul supports the final scenery.
"She" explained softly in Shad's ear.
When they entered the room, the wedding illusion in the bedroom had disappeared, leaving only Hela Osenfurt, wearing a black dress and a veil, standing by the window.
Although the deserted bedroom was a bit old, it was at least much better than the outside.
Xia De walked up to her side:
"it's over."
"Thanks."
The woman turned around, and Shade saw that her skin color was now very close to that of a real corpse, and her lips had really turned purple.
Although there was no visible wound on her chest, Xia De knew that the woman in front of him was dead. However, compared to when she had the heart of stone in her chest, she looked more like a normal person now without a heart.
The power of the demon disappeared, and she was about to leave. In fact, when Shade entered the room, the color of the entire room began to gradually peel off.
The woman looked at him:
"My soul belongs to you now."
"I said, I don't want a soul."
Then the veiled woman held up the stone heart that suddenly appeared in her hands:
"Well, please at least take this."
The stone heart was pierced by the black rose she had just held in her hand. The rose's stem pierced the heart and destroyed its integrity. But it also looked like the withered rose was planted in the heart.
"Also, in recent months, Shi Dong has been helping the cultists who believe in the evil god and hiding in the local area. Yesterday, they came to the manor and took away the statue that Shi Dong made. The statue was not finished, and it was still missing the last eye."
Hela Osenfurt said again.
Xia De pursed his lips and nodded, watching her figure becoming fainter and fainter, peeling away piece by piece along with the scenery in the room:
"Although this question is meaningless now, I am still very curious - after losing Stone Heart, do you still love him?"
"Yes."
The woman closed her eyes and said, tears flowing down her cheeks and falling on the black rose. The withered rose bloomed again, and Shade took it from the woman.
"Finally, I left a gift for you in the back garden."
Hela Osenfurt finally said, reaching out to wipe away the tears that continued to fall, then opened her eyes and looked at her wet fingertips:
"It turns out that my tears also have temperature."
Her figure continued to fade, and then disappeared completely. The bedroom became dilapidated, and a large hole appeared in the wall where the window was embedded, and Shade was standing in front of the hole.
He looked down at the heart and rose in his hands. As the wind blew, the black rose actually scattered tiny white snowflakes, just like when Shad first used the "Visual Magic" to observe Hela Oxenfurt (Chapter 1300).
He held them up with his right hand and carefully touched the rose petals with his left hand. In an instant, the cold feeling rushed from his fingertips to his heart, followed by the feeling of heartache and sadness, which almost made Xia De cry.
The power of the devil, the power of the soul, and some inexplicable strange emotions grew that rose.
"So, is this a winter flower?"
Shade asked, turning to go downstairs.
Of course... ...you had planned this a long time ago
"How is that possible? I was originally planning to use snowflakes. After all, summoning the big snowball is related to the winter god."
After leaving the mansion, Shade went to the back garden to see the last gift that Lady Hela mentioned. The back garden still looked the same as when Shade last saw it, because it was already dilapidated enough.
Even though it was a snowy night, Xia De could still see the painting easel standing in the snow. That was exactly where Madam Hela had painted for Xia De.
"It can't be..."
He walked over in the snow, one step deep and one step shallow, and then he saw a completed oil painting on the easel.
In the painting, a young man is standing in the snow with a smile on his face, holding a familiar shovel in his right hand. Although the back garden is desolate in winter, there is a gardener's cottage in the distance, a half-revealed nursery on the left, and white clouds in the blue sky as embellishments.
The background in the painting is very detailed, and Shad Hamilton in the center is even more exquisite. More importantly, that face is not Shad's disguised face, but his real face:
"she... ... "
Xia De turned his head to look at the mansion in the snow, sighed softly, put the painting away, and planned to mount it on a watch and hang it in his own home.
Instead of going directly back to the front courtyard from the back garden to meet the doctor, Shad turned into a butterfly, flew over the wall, and came to the small pier by the River Ailon.
The originally frozen lake surface exploded the moment Desire was summoned by Shade, and now when he arrived at the river again, even the floating ice could not be seen.
There was no need for Xia De to call out, as the sound of ripples appeared directly on the deep lake surface under the night sky. Then came the gentle smile of a woman, but that smile was not the "her" beside his ear, but the "her" on the lake surface.
Crash~
Because it was on the side of Oxenfort Manor, the burning woods could not illuminate this place. Shade stood on the small dock used for smuggling, watching the black-haired woman's head appear close to his feet in the night.
He looked at her from top to bottom, and she looked at him from bottom to top in a weak posture. Although there were no words, just that expression was enough to make people's heart move.
"Look at you, how did you get into this state?"
The head of the woman in the water asked, her voice sounding like a wife caring about her husband who had returned home, but also like lovers blaming each other during an affair:
"It seems that the next time I see Goethe will be a long, long time later."
As the sound of water came, a naked white arm stretched out from the water, and in that hand, there was a small yellow flower:
"Do you need me to congratulate you on your victory over the enemy?"
"What price do you want me to pay for the flowers in autumn?"
Xia De asked, the flower girl he met with Yin Luna not long ago said that desire can provide autumn flowers. And it is obvious that Xia De's desire is quite clear.
"What an unromantic man! How can you ask ladies for flowers directly?"
The head in the water said with a smile. If Shade was not still recovering from a serious injury, he doubted whether he could continue to endure this voice:
“What do I need to give?”
He asked again, and the beautiful face in the water bit her lips:
"If you can treat me as gently as you treated that girl with purple eyes, I might be willing to help you directly."
Xia De wanted to snort and laugh, but he thought it would be better not to do such a thing at this time:
"I know that although you seem to have bad intentions towards me, you have actually helped me a lot... I won't say thank you or anything like that, but I am willing to do something for you like I did before."
A series of laughter came from the water, the sound was so light and seductive. Even without looking at the face, one could imagine what kind of beautiful woman could make such a moving laugh:
"You are able to deceive so many witches, it turns out that it is not just because you can get close to them at will. Well, tell me, have you met any interesting people in this city recently?"
"I met a witch who is good at performing, a demon who is evil but crazy about love, a friend whose bloodline can multiply to half a city, and also met..."
"Then perform for me."