"Before we set out, His Majesty was also worried that we might come across a relic that could be used but not be able to recognize it, so he asked me to memorize a relic illustration. Although there is no conch-eternal yearning in it, there is this-golden memories. Blood is mixed with ink and then gold powder is added. Then the three most profound memories with someone are recorded here, and the person in the memory can return. It can be a living person or a soul. The only restriction this time is that the soul cannot be completely destroyed. Other than that, there are no other restrictions."
Miss Higgins was actually worried that the souls that were not summoned by the conch last time were destroyed, but she didn't dare to say it, and Shade certainly wouldn't mention it:
“What about negative traits?”
"When writing down memories, everyone around will passively enter the memories. Entering other people's memories is a very dangerous behavior, but fortunately Mrs. Miles is an ordinary person, and you and I are both demons..."
She couldn't figure out what Xia De was, so after thinking about it, she simply skipped the topic:
"Mrs. Miles, we will take a peek into the real scene in your memory in a moment, please don't mind."
The old man smiled and shook his head, took the notebook, and gently stroked the cover with his palm:
"It doesn't matter. I'll be happy if I can see him in my memory in advance. You've worked hard, and I can accept whatever the final result is."
Xia De glanced at the thick fog around him:
"Then try it now. Do you have ink, pen, and gold powder?"
This time, not much time was wasted in the camp, and there was still a lot of time left in the total of 20 minutes. He had plenty of time to watch the old woman try the second relic again. Since the demon pointed out the direction after receiving money, Shade thought it should be fine this time.
"Yes, it's in the backpack."
So the witch took out the ink, added gold powder, and then Granny Miles cut her index finger and squeezed out the blood and dripped it into the ink.
Everything was ready, she took up the pen herself, was stunned for a moment to recall the past, and then told the young people the story of the past:
"This is not a very interesting story. I first met him in the spring. I was working as a helper in the village and picked up a flowery dress that the village head's wife had ordered from town. No one was rich at that time. The dress was so beautiful that it seemed to glow in that good weather. It was said that the dress was modified to imitate the dress worn by a witch emperor. At that time, I always believed it."
The ink fell, and in the sky covered with black fog, a ray of sunlight shone on the tip of the pen, and then the fog in the entire sky was dispelled.
Shad and Miss Higgins squinted their eyes and looked up. In the blue sky, the sun was slightly to the east, and large white clouds were slowly floating in the blue sky. Looking around, Granny Myers was still sitting by the campfire writing her memories, and on the other side of the path under Shad and Miss Higgins' feet, a young girl with her hair wrapped in a headscarf and wearing a faded floral dress was walking towards them with a paper bag in her arms.
She had an ordinary appearance, and even had some freckles on her face, but it was obvious that she was in a good mood, as she was humming a tune that Xia De had never heard of while walking.
"Mrs. Miles's cousin, our Majesty, only took the throne and the seat in Parliament more than ten years ago. The story of the mother-in-law happened at least fifty years ago. Look, Mrs. Miles was really young back then."
Miss Higgins reminded Shad quietly.
"Ma'am, was it on this road back to the village that you met Mr. Richard Jackman?"
Xia De asked curiously. The black fog had completely dissipated. It was a sunny day, and the wind was warm and comfortable. Xia De was not sure whether it was the memory of old lady Miles that beautified the environment here, but it was really nice here.
The old woman sitting by the bonfire on the roadside also looked up and around, her old eyes seemed to be glowing. She smiled, a smile from the heart:
"Yes, I will never forget it. I was 15 years old and he was 17 years old. He was the youngest son of a knight from the next village, and he came from behind me on horseback. I stepped to the side of the road to let his horse go, and when he passed by me, I fell in love with him at first sight..."
The young girl had come to Miss Shade and Miss Higgins, but she could not see them at all. Behind her, the cheerful sound of horse hooves came, and a thin young man with black hair and a sword on his waist, riding a bay horse, appeared not far away.
To be honest, the young man's appearance was also ordinary. Although Xia De was not very narcissistic, he knew that the other person's appearance was probably in the middle of the average level, if not better than his own.
Just as Mrs. Miles described, the young man rode his horse past the young girl who had moved to the side of the road, and then rode away into the distance.
The old woman stopped writing for a moment, looked up and watched the figure go away with her younger self. The wrinkles on her face were piled up, but the happy expression could not be concealed:
"That's great..."
"He didn't stop, so you met him again later?"
The witch asked curiously, and the old man shook his head:
"No, look."
As soon as he finished speaking, the boy who had walked away came back on horseback. He carefully controlled the horse, jumped off in front of the young girl who dared not look up, and then made an invitation:
"Excuse me, are you going to Little Hangleton?"
"He jumped off his horse when he was 17 years old. His black hair shone in the sun and his teeth were very white. He asked me in a gentlemanly manner if I needed a ride. Later, he took me back to the village on horseback and dropped me off at the entrance. It was only much later that I learned that he wanted to stop by my side immediately. The reason he walked for a while and then came back was that he simply could not control his father's horse."
The old man looked at the words he had written in the notebook, and suddenly he felt that he was also getting farther away with the girl sitting on the horse not far away.
The boy was very gentlemanly and did not get on the horse, but walked in front holding the reins. They talked and laughed, the young boy was very cheerful, and the girl held the paper bag with her head down, responding to the topic with a red face.
They gradually faded away with the memory.
The black fog enveloped the surroundings again, and in the blink of an eye the three of them returned to the outskirts of the black fog camp. The bonfire crackled, and Mrs. Miles had a happy expression on her face. Although Miss Higgins looked down on men, she was looking forward to such an encounter and love:
"It's a pity that I'm no longer in the age of young love. Why didn't I meet her when I was young?"
She muttered quietly, not knowing that Xia De, who had excellent hearing, could hear everything. Of course, Xia De pretended not to hear anything. After seeing other people's happy memories, his own love story naturally emerged.
"You don't have a lover, do you?"
Miss Higgins asked Shade, who looked thoughtful, in surprise. Shade nodded:
"Of course, I'm quite popular."
The young witch pursed her lips and stopped talking, realizing that she was the only single person here. Instead, it was old lady Miles who asked:
"Young man, did you also meet on a sunny spring day?"
"this... ... "
The first thing Xia De thought about was not whether it was a sunny day, but who he should recall his first encounter with.
The first girl he met was Dorothy. That day, he returned to the clinic with Dr. Schneider and listened to the doctor's introduction of St. Byron's condition. The blonde girl pushed the door open... Of course, it was later proved that the soul in the body might be Leicia.
The first girl he met and had a confirmed relationship with was Luvia, that was when he was at Lakeview Manor. Luvia was out of town for work for the Prophet's Association, and when she came back, she also attended the banquet that led to a series of events. That night, the starry sky was clear, and Luvia was very beautiful in her dress. That was also the first time Shade saw those purple eyes.
The first witch he met was Miss Carina. That night, he accepted the commission of Mr. Franklin, the accountant, to go to the "Lucky Southern Cross Club" to find his son. Then he first met the drunk Captain Rades, and was discovered by the witch. That night, he did not see the witch, but just talked to her across the room, and did not even know her name.
"Speaking of which, the Franklin family later moved to the art city of Artek. I don't know how they are doing now..."
The encounters with these three ladies were either at night or in the foggy weather in the city. And the encounters under the bright sunshine... ... That was the beginning of the stranger's arrival in this world. When he went to find a pet store, he met Yin Luna at the door of the store.
The 17-year-old girl smiled at him politely, and then walked into the light of the alley. At that moment, it was as if a beam of light from heaven shone on her, as if the whole world was watching her. Xia De would never forget that scene... Then he met the lost pet cat Mia, who was hiding on the rooftop in the sunshine and made the pet store owner hate and fear her. That day was also the day when Xia De and Mia met for the first time.
"Looking at your expression, you must have a lot of stories, right?"
The old man asked with a smile, and Xia De nodded and asked a question:
"Actually... I have always felt guilty towards them. They love me, and I love them too, but I can't... I guess I am just too greedy."
The lives of the Witch Emperors were worse than those of the outsiders in the Sixth Era, so Miss Higgins was not surprised at all. Old Lady Miles also understood what Shade wanted to say:
"You mean you feel guilty about not being faithful to them?"
"Yes."
The old woman hit the point immediately. She looked at the young man in front of her who seemed a little anxious, but more guilty:
"The fact that you feel guilty means you understand what you did. You don't want to let it go, right?"