Chapter 1473: The Solution to the Plague

"Doesn't it feel strange to attend your own funeral?" Xia De raised an eyebrow and asked in a low voice.

The Guardian shook his head slightly. His attire was very similar to Xia De's, just a bit old-fashioned. And Hillis, who was standing beside the priest giving the eulogy, obviously also noticed this new guest, but she did not stop her speech.

After Hillis was Xia De. Xia De briefly expressed his respect for Mr. Lathers and acknowledged that he had laid an important foundation for the current glory of the "Golden Dawn Opera Troupe."

Xia De originally thought that after he finished speaking, Hillis would let the Guardian say a few words, but in fact, she did not. The priest announced everyone to stand up, and he led the people in the final prayer, praying that the soul of William Lathers could rest in peace.

After the church activities ended, the coffin was moved to the grave under the big tree. Led by Hillis, everyone sprinkled a handful of soil on the coffin in the grave. Then the grave was filled, leveled, and surrounded by a circle of small stone pillars. According to the customs of Randall Valley, the highest point of the tomb should be level with the ground.

Everyone stood in front of the tomb for a while, and then it was another farewell. Next, the church's search and investigation efforts across the city would intensify, and everyone would not meet again for a short time.

Seeing that Hillis had no intention of talking to him, the Guardian walked a little further away, waiting to talk to Xia De in a while.

Xia De said goodbye to the girls one by one. Although the moment of parting was always very melancholy, he knew that this parting meant that the countdown to the next reunion had already begun.

"These are letters for Helen and Grace. After I finish the things in my hand, I will go to Mibao to see you."

Xia De gave the letters to the girl with flaxen hair. Miss Swift nodded gently and put away the letters, then didn't care about other people's eyes and kissed Xia De on the side of his face:

"You have really worked hard for the Randall Valley matter. When spring comes, don't forget to see us in Midhillburg. The Sikar Mountains in spring are very beautiful."

Xia De nodded with a smile.

Then it was Miss Aurora. The arrogant witch seemed not to care about parting, but when Xia De reached out to hug her, she still showed some reluctance on her face:

"You must pay attention to safety, don't always run to various dangerous places."

She exhorted Xia De, but did not say anything else. As for Miss Hayley Aurora, she quietly waved at Xia De

although she did not communicate much with Xia De, she had a good impression of him.

Miss Galina and Tifa would return to Tobesk today with the help of Miss Sylvia, so there was no need to say goodbye. However, she exhorted Xia De to leave time tomorrow, that is, Tuesday, as she might have some things for Xia De to do.

When Miss Galina said these words, Tifa was standing behind her and even winked at Xia De. This was an obvious suggestive action, but Xia De was not very clear about what this was trying to imply. He wanted to ask Tifa clearly, but the black-haired maid lady smiled and refused to speak after that.

Finally, it was Miss Sylvia and Margaret. Because of the shipyard ribbon-cutting ceremony, they had to stay in the local area for another week. Although this was not the first time saying goodbye, Margaret was still very sad:

"During the period in Randall Valley, you always helped me do various things, and dealing with the Stonemason Association was also thanks to you. I was always busy, I'm really sorry, and I didn't have time to accompany you more."

She bit her lip and hugged Xia De to say goodbye to him, really sad about this matter: "Next time we meet, no matter what time or place, I will definitely push away all things." Although she was a bit blushing, she still kissed Xia De: "Thank you for everything you did for me, my... lover."

Xia De clearly felt that the eyes of the ladies around had changed.

"Margaret, you still have to meet Countess Hatters in a while, don't delay the time." So Miss Sylvia gently pulled her, and then smiled and said to Xia De:

"Take care of yourself, you don't need to worry about our business, Margaret will give me help. Oh, I didn't bring the finished product to Randall Valley, wait until we return to

Wulundale, I will let Margaret mail it to you, you will like it."

Everyone knew what "finished product" she was talking about. "Remember to come to Randall Valley often."

Miss Bernice said last, but she had an appointment with Xia De at the opera house tonight, so it was not a parting, so the melancholy on her face looked the least.

Hillis did not talk to Xia De. She knelt on one knee and looked sadly at the tombstone in front of her. The text on the tombstone was very short: 【William Garland Lathers】

【Second Head of the Golden Dawn Opera Troupe, a good father.】 【Born of the earth, died of the earth, buried in the earth.】

【May the earth be with you and me.】

"Are you okay?"

Xia De asked softly behind her. Hillis shook her head slightly. She had long since become strong:

"Everyone will grow old, this is something that should be understood when meeting. Father chose his own path, and I am very happy for him. He did not abandon me, but to better protect me."

She turned to Xia De and said:

"You will also leave one day, right?"

"She" in his ears chuckled, while Xia De shook his head and looked up at the now bare big tree with all the ladies beside him:

"Look at this tree, there are no leaves in winter, but when summer comes, the dense leaves will shade the tomb from the scorching sun, and the warm wind will make it play the sounds of summer. Then it is winter again, withered and dead, and after that, it is another vibrant spring."

"You want to say, this is the law of nature, we must face all this?" Hillis asked. Xia De shook his head again:

"This tree will always change, but the earth under our feet will remember its appearance every year. Hillis, whether people leave does not depend on me, but on you. As long as you still remember us, we will always be by your side."

The ladies beside him all showed smiles, and the young girl with golden hair also stood up, nodded with a smile, as if to engrave the figure in front of her in her heart forever:

"I will always remember you, never forget."

"I will not forget you either, will not forget all of you." Thus, Hillis left a kiss mark on Xia De's side face gently.

Just as Xia De said, presumably before long, the tree shade would cover this small tomb. Because, spring had really come.

The witches and apprentices left one by one. After the simple funeral ended, Xia De waved goodbye to everyone, and then put his hand into his pocket to find the Guardian waiting on the side.

Two men, at least looking like two males, walked together on the walkway paved with square stone slabs in the cemetery. The hazy fog made this cemetery look a bit unreal, but it was indeed a good place for a secret talk.

Xia De asked:

"You shouldn't have come specifically for this funeral, right? I thought if there was something, you would contact Luvia directly."

Just like Sister Daelin gave the flame that could directly contact her to Luvia, Xia De also let the Guardian give the way to directly contact him to Luvia. Of course, if Xia De wanted to find the Guardian, he didn't have to go directly to the passage under the Night Temple and walk that road again. As long as he was in the Randall Valley area, he stood on the ground and shouted the Guardian's name, and the latter would appear directly.

"There is another matter. If not necessary, I actually don't like to appear on the ground."

The Guardian said. Although there were many people in the city public cemetery during this time, the misty fog was equally quiet. Xia De was not the Chosen of Death, but he could still rely on his own perception to experience the "breath of death." This is a feeling that is hard to describe, and in his feeling, the Randall Valley, filled with the breath of death, was being illuminated by the morning sun, and this fog was about to dissipate.

"It is about treating the petrification plague and the ring mages stained with sludge." The Guardian said, his tone very calm:

"These people must be dealt with as soon as possible. Even if the source of the distortion is eliminated by you now, these pollutions can still spread." Xia De's expression also became serious. This was indeed a big trouble:

"But the problem is, even if we solved the fundamental distortion of the earth, we still haven't found a convenient and cheap antidote. And, I don't have a single Holy Grail in my hand."

Xia De said regretfully:

"We can't really break off a small piece from the current Heart of the Earth, right? This should be considered the most wasteful way to use the Heart of the Earth besides skipping stones."

"The power of the Heart of the Earth now must not have any more losses."

The Guardian said, this is a fact, otherwise he would not be unable to easily leave Randall Valley because of this:

"The Orthodox Church has discussed this matter together through the Balanced Chosen. They have ways to deal with petrification, but whether it is high-level magic potions, the table on the already sanctified riverside open space, or relics, none of them are ways that can be mass-produced to treat thousands or tens of thousands of people."

Xia De nodded to show understanding:

"I can directly treat the petrification plague, even the petrification symptoms stained with black mud, as long as they are not dead yet. But I don't want to expose my identity, and my own spirit is not enough to treat the people of a whole city."

Xia De said with a sigh, and the Guardian asked:

"May I ask what method it is? Spell? Sorcery? Unique ritual? Or some high-spec relic that can be copied and has low negative characteristics?"

So Xia De described his "Active Soil," and then realized that there was no "Earth Power" prefix before this sorcery. That is to say, the Guardian, who held the Chosen ritual and now fully mastered all the power of the earth, could not learn or use this spell. ===== CHAPTER 1474 =====

So, Xia De described his "Active Soil," only to realize afterward that this miracle lacked the "Power of Earth" prefix. In other words, even the Guardian, who had held the Chosen One ritual and now fully mastered all the power of the earth, could not learn or use this spell.