It was very quiet all around, and seeing no one was around, Xia De walked towards the sofa. He didn't sit down so that he could leave at any time.
But his eyes fell on the brass metal gear box on the coffee table again. According to common sense, Xia De would certainly not take the initiative to touch any unknown object.
But when he got closer, in addition to seeing the large and small gear knobs on the surface of the brass cube, he actually saw a line of twisted musical note-like text on the upper front.
Although he had never seen it before, Xia De still understood it:
"I watched you in the dark."
Then, the whispering voice in my heart reminded me:
You came into contact with Whisper.
"What, this is a relic?"
Xia De was surprised and found that the bright gas lamps and crystal chandeliers in the room suddenly became dim.
An inexplicable sense of terror made him look down at the brass gear box. The box was opened silently at some point, and the front cover deviated from the box body.
As the light grew dimmer, rolling black fog emerged from it, rushing towards the surroundings like waves.
"Isn't this a plot from a horror novel... This is..."
Relic containment out of control.
Xia De didn't have time to react before the surging black fog completely extinguished the light in the room.
The surroundings were completely dark, as if a layer of black ink was painted in front of his eyes. In the darkness, the emotion of fear became more and more intense, causing Xia De's body to tremble subconsciously.
The world was dark and his sense of direction was completely lost. Shade felt as if he had fallen into the most terrifying abyss. He was attacked by fear in both his body and mind. At one moment, he even thought that he was being watched by a huge, indescribable thing in the darkness.
The extreme panic made him want to shout, but the stranger quickly calmed down. He knew the most sensible thing to do at the moment.
In the dark space, reason and emotion fought against each other. This fear was not controlled by his emotions, but an instinctive reaction. At the same time, at the moment when the fear surged, a whisper came from the darkness.
That was not the pleasant female voice in my head, but the whisper of hatred and resentment from millions of people. The sound was like a crawling white worm rubbing against my ear canal, and even goose bumps appeared on the back of my bare hands.
"Huh? Why can I see the back of my own hand?"
He looked down at his hands, which were covered with a faint silver light, preventing his body from being completely swallowed by the darkness:
"Yes, I am no longer an ordinary person. I am a ring wizard."
He managed to calm down in fear, looked at his hands, felt the brass life ring slowly rotating in his soul, and called it out.
The bell rings!
Behind the body wrapped in silver moonlight, the white steam in the dark space seemed to be dyed silver.
whistle!
An inexplicable scream echoed in the distant time and space, and the deep darkness was shaken by it.
Big hammer!
The giant hammer struck from the depths of steam and darkness. Amid the flying sparks, the brass life ring appeared behind it, spinning at an extremely high speed, splashing sparks into the darkness.
"Silver Moon!"
Even though he had not mastered any of Silver Moon's magic, based solely on what he was thinking at the moment, Shad, standing in the darkness, still followed his own thoughts and shouted while raising his right hand high.
The full manifestation of the Life Ring is the strongest posture of the Ring Warlock. The brass wheel ring splashing with sparks has received the response of its master, and the Silver Moon core rune flickers.
At this moment, Xia De seemed to hear a woman's laughter coming from his ear, and then, on his raised right index finger, a silver light bloomed like a dazzling sun.
The moonlight gradually spread out in all directions, dispelling the surrounding darkness as if time was flowing backwards.
At the same time, Shade also noticed that in front of him, golden light outlined the silhouette of a sitting woman, and her light was also dispelling the terrible darkness that emerged due to the loss of control of the relics.
"This is the person who wants to see me..."
Xia De thought to himself as he watched the light dispel the darkness and restore the surroundings to the appearance of a reception room.
The darkness retreated unwillingly. It wanted to tear Shade apart, but it could not get close to the light of the silver moon.
The whispers were also cursing the people who were emitting light. The voices overlapped and were almost indistinguishable. But Shade still heard the most obvious voice among them. More than one whisper said that sentence. It was not directed at him. It was the unintentional murmur of the whisper in the darkness.
The stranger understood this inexplicable language:
"Old Gods! You damned thieves! Thirteen..."
The darkness completely receded, and the silver light in Shade's fingers gradually dissipated. But he felt that if he needed it, he could still use this ability, which could be regarded as the first magic he created, the Light of the Silver Moon.
Although it's not very useful.
The last whispers kept echoing in Shade's ears. He was surprised by the contents, but he didn't know whether they were true or not. The contents heard in the out-of-control whispers of the relics were usually unreliable.
Looking down at the brass cube box on the coffee table, it was already closed, as if the black mist just now was just an illusion.
Then he looked up in the direction of the golden woman's figure. That was the wall where the bookshelf was. In the lower right corner of the entire bookshelf, there was a wooden door with a gap opened.
The handle of the wooden door was pure gold and blended well with the bookshelf, so Xia De didn't notice it when he walked into the room and stepped on the red wool carpet which was a palm's width.
He instinctively knew that the woman he wanted to see, the golden lady just now, was in the room behind this door.
It's a little cooler indoors than in the corridor. You have to know that the corridor itself is cooler than the city on this summer night, and the temperature indoors seems to be in late autumn.
"The temperature seems a little abnormal. I remember that it was normal at the beginning. Is the consequence of the relic going out of control not over yet?"
The power of a high-level warlock affects the environment, and the other party is probably very angry.
"High ring? Above the ninth ring? Wait, how did you know? Also, why is she angry? Shouldn't I be the one who should be angry?"
Xia De was startled, and at this moment a voice finally came from behind the door:
"Young sir, do you know how much trouble you have caused? The Poet-level relic, the Dark Box, will only be contained and out of control when its own opening spell is recited and it has spiritual runes related to light and celestial bodies. I just want to meet you, why did you do this? This incident once again taught me that I must never leave relics lying around, otherwise I might meet someone who knows what kind of person I will meet."
She didn't speak very fast, using the common northern language with an accent. Judging from her voice, she should be no older than 30, but could be just over 20. Her tone was very elegant, and even Xia De could hear the undisguised anger in her voice.
"I... I'm sorry, I don't know... I'm not trying to shirk my responsibility, but... May I ask what you can do for me?"
He didn't know how to explain it. The lady behind the door would definitely not guess that the invited guests could easily read ancient texts, let alone know the guests' spiritual runes. Therefore, what happened just now was indeed caused by Xia De.
He wanted to ask for compensation, but the other party was a high-level ring sorcerer and he certainly couldn't afford it, so he could only ask the other party what he was going to do.
Just now, both he and the other party used the power of the ring wizard, but the lady behind the door was not surprised, which means that when she invited the detective on the second floor, she already knew the identity of the detective.
This made Shade very confused, as he had only been a ring sorcerer for one day, and no one should be able to see through him.
But at least the woman behind the door was not Madam Lasoya. Even though he had never heard Madam Lasoya speak, Shad was very sure that someone who didn't know whether he was a man or a woman could not speak in such an elegant and calm tone.
"What's your name, young sir?"
The woman behind the door asked. Shad couldn't see through the door to the other person, but he thought the other person could see him. He could fully imagine the scene of the woman sitting behind the table and talking to him through the door.