Shade wanted to explore more possibilities through dialogue, but the blacksmith's soul, which used language to trigger the dialogue, had been floating silently above the tombstone except for responding to the "key".
"My knowledge can explain this situation."
Xia De's abrupt words made the pharmacist miss not realize that Xia De was talking to her at first. After she realized who Xia De was talking to, she looked at him in surprise:
"Don't be ridiculous. Do you think this is the first time I've encountered this? Why do you think I collect fine gold, mithril, and orichalcum? I've looked up a lot of information, but I don't have any definite knowledge that can explain the cause of these strange souls. This is not an ordinary method. These souls are very natural and there is no sign of being transformed or manipulated. Even if you were born in Saint Byrons, I can be sure that even the thirteen-ring Red Moon Witch in Saint Byrons can't explain the cause of these souls."
She is very confident:
“I’m not arrogant enough to think that I’m better than everyone else in terms of wisdom and knowledge, but there are only a few people in this era who can stand shoulder to shoulder with me.”
Xia De withdrew his gaze from the blacksmith's soul and turned to look at her:
"Three possibilities."
"ah?"
"First, the ancient messengers of death manipulate and even transform souls on a large scale here. They are the most devout believers of the ancient gods, helping the ancient gods of death to bid farewell to the souls that refuse to leave in the material world."
"But in our era, there should be no life forms that are close to the rules themselves. Even if they exist, they can't easily appear here."
The pharmacist was obviously well-informed and knew what Shade was talking about. But she was wrong about one thing. Jo Yin Barton and Ms. Marilyn Handel were definitely messengers of death. And if Sister Diefulin, the chosen one of death, was willing to spend effort and time, she might be able to transform such souls.
Of course, the situation here couldn't possibly be related to them.
"Wait, you know this?"
She asked Xia De suspiciously, and Xia De continued:
"The second possibility is the evil demon from the Third Age - Soul Stealer Bishop. This is a demon that steals souls, and he likes to use the souls he steals to set the stage for stories, and then let those souls perform tragedies one after another without stopping. This is very similar to the situation here."
The demon of Moon 9, Soul Stealer Bishop, was a card Shad won from demonologist Sean Asmon when he first met him at the Pink Rose Inn in Coldwater Harbor. Later, Shad discussed various demons with Dr. Schneider, and the doctor mentioned this demon.
"The evil spirits of the Third Age? This is indeed a possibility. If the Edwards family prayed to the devil for the elixir of life and ended up like this, it is consistent with my understanding of those evil monsters."
The sorceress murmured, but Shade thought that possibility was also very small.
First of all, he could not detect any demonic power, and the magic of seeing could not see any trace. Moreover, Dr. Schneider, the "demon expert", had told Shade many demonic stories. If this was really a story stage built by the devil, what they saw would not be an abandoned town in the white fog, but a weird dark place in the black fog that was dilapidated and dirty.
"Your knowledge is indeed profound. You even know about the existence of the Third Age."
The pharmacist praised again:
"This is the first time I've seen a man as powerful as you. Keep going, you've already won my friendship. What's the final possibility?"
The sorceress asked again. Shade narrowed his eyes slightly, stroked the tombstone in front of him and said:
"The last possibility, the angel-level relic "Soul Storybook"."
This is the knowledge that Shade gained from the Witch's Resonance, Luvia. Although this memory is incomplete, because it is part of the information of a Level 1 relic, it left a deep impression on him:
"I don't know much about this. I only know that the relic itself is a book. By demarcating a certain area, you can dictate the behavior of souls by writing stories, and even give them powers related to the stories. The reason I guess this is because this place meets the characteristics of a strange environment, a gathering of souls, and souls telling stories."
"What kind of relic is this? Why have I never heard of it? What force took it in?"
The pharmacist asked hesitantly. Shade glanced at her and did not answer directly. Because the book is not recorded at all now, it was collected and recorded by Luvia Anat. Because the "Soul Story Book" is also related to "fate", it is one of the main relics of Long-haired Luvia, similar to Shade's twenty-sided dice of the fate of the night watchman.
"Lady, be modest. No one can know everything."
"But I am... the best sorceress ever."
The lady with short light brown hair raised her head slightly, and Shade laughed:
"These are my guesses, or maybe all three are wrong. I am not interested in the key. I just want to find all the Edwards. If you want the key, I can give it up and not fight with you, but you have to tell me more about Edwards."
The pharmacist only thought about it for two seconds and nodded:
"Okay, but once I have collected the materials, you have to come with me to the island and meet this soul. You just said one thing wrong. Regarding the memory of the newborn, we are not trying to extract the memory, but to take out a symbolic item related to the birth of the Edwards family's newborn. For example, blood-stained cloth, umbilical cord, etc."
She stared at Shade, who was one meter away:
"I admit that you are a peculiar man. I originally helped you only because of your relationship with Natalie's mother-in-law. Now I know that you are very capable. With your help, what I want to do will be more successful. When my affairs make progress, I can give you the information you want, and even wealth, relics, knowledge and power. The eleventh-ring sorceress has the confidence to do so. But you still have to promise not to get within one meter of me in any way."
"Okay. When you're ready to leave, send a letter to the Green Lake Inn, and I'll go to the island with you again. After all, I was planning to go to the island again anyway, but don't forget your promise."
This is a good cooperation, Xia De naturally agreed, but he also mentioned:
"But why are you so wary of me? Ma'am, although it may be offensive to say this, I have a woman I like, and she is much more beautiful than you."
Are you trying to irritate her on purpose
The voice beside me asked with a chuckle, and the pharmacist looked disdainful:
"My current face and your current face are both fake. Can you guess my real beauty? Mr. Watson, please don't be too confident in your female companion. If one day in the future, you have the honor to see my real face, I hope you won't be too surprised."
Xia De laughed secretly in his heart. His guess about the identity of the pharmacist in front of him was further confirmed. He wanted to say something else to test her further, but a strange buzzing sound in the distance interrupted him.
They both stood up from the tablecloth and looked into the distance into the white mist, but unfortunately they could not see anything due to their limited vision.
Something has passed through the fragile space and entered the normal material world. Be careful, it's a big one.
As they were wondering, the fog suddenly dissipated a little, allowing the originally limited vision to return to the state it was when they landed on the island. They saw more tombstones in the town cemetery. The tombstones stood in a row without any regular arrangement, and even the styles of the tombstones were different, as if every time someone died, the location and tombstone style were randomly selected.
"The time of losing your sense of direction has passed? So quickly? It's been less than twenty minutes?"
Xia De asked the pharmacist in surprise, but the latter didn't know either.
"Every time I've experienced something like this, it always took at least an hour... Be careful!"
The pitch-black tentacles covered with pus and black mucus shot silently towards the two people from the woods on the side of the cemetery. The thickness of the tentacles was as thick as Shade's two waists.
Xia De was already on guard against attacks, and after being warned, he immediately turned his body back, swinging his right leg like a whip. The dazzling silver moonlight attached to his leg and collided head-on with the thick tentacle, kicking it back into the forest along the original path:
"It's less powerful than me, but if the tentacles are this big, it's hard to imagine the size of the main body. What is this thing? Isn't this island safe except for the fog?"
"I don't know either. What is this?"
The pharmacist was equally surprised, even more surprised than Shade:
“Never encountered that before.”
"Come on, things are starting to get weird here! Which direction leads to the dock?"
Shade asked, looking at the fog in the direction where the tentacles disappeared. The sorceress hurriedly pointed the way, and they quickly walked through the tombstones standing in the cemetery. But before they had taken a few steps, Shade suddenly threw a lightning gun at the sorceress in front of him, and then the lightning gun swept across her side face and pierced through the fog in front of her.
There was clearly nothing there, but the sharp screams showed that there were indeed invisible enemies around.
"Ma'am, since you are the eleventh ring, please cast a spell to protect us. Something is wrong here. This is not an invisible enemy. The enemy is hiding in another space, but it can interfere with our space. The space on the island has become more unstable!"
"I didn't lie just now. I can't cast spells at will now!"
The pharmacist wanted to retreat to Xia De's side, but she didn't come over when she thought about her own situation. Instead, she took out a few bottles of potion from her bag and drank them. She then threw two bottles of completely transparent potion to Xia De:
"A potion to enhance perception and restore spirit. Be economical with it, you know the value of the latter."
left.
"She" in his ear whispered a reminder, so Shade threw out a shadow ball from his right hand. The light-absorbing black sphere touched the air, and then a petrified outline appeared in the air. It looked like a monkey with four hands.