Chapter 1722

After lunch, in the southeast corner of the living room of Room 1 on the second floor of Xia De's house, there was one less glass cover filled with metal butterflies. Xia De was quite satisfied with this consumption.

As for purchasing picture frames from Old John, it was for this "Mermaid" oil painting. "Desire" asked Xia De to hang it at home and claimed that the oil painting itself no longer had supernatural power, but Xia De would not be reassured by this.

He was worried that Old John would be affected, so he didn't leave the mounting work to him, but did it himself. Although the outsider himself was not professional in mounting work, fortunately, this work was not too difficult. For safety, during the mounting process, he even carefully painted the holy emblem of the Old God—"Love God"—on the white pad between the oil painting and the wooden backing.

Then, for insurance, he added the holy emblems of the five Orthodox Gods, and then fixed the oil painting to the pad with canvas tape and pasted the edges of the oil painting to the inside of the mounting frame.

After doing these, the colorful oil painting was quietly sealed in the glass plate. That "mermaid" with orange-red hair looked at the outside of the painting with a side face in the painting with a half-smile. Xia De held the oil painting and stared at it for a second before looking away. Even if it really had no element reaction now, the mermaid in the painting was still beautiful.

And the remaining thing to consider was where to hang this painting. Xia De would definitely not hang this oil painting in the bedroom. He couldn't stand seeing "Desire" staring at him when he woke up in the middle of the night or when he was entangled with a girl—that was very bad for the body.

But it was not good to hang it in a room in the house that he didn't visit often. Xia Hong hoped that he could see this painting once every day to confirm that there was nothing wrong with it.

"How about hanging it in the living room?"

There were actually quite a few decorations on the living room wall: Megan's knight sword, the champion certificate of the City Player, the shield that was the prize for the champion of the City Riding Competition, and his honorary doctorate certificate were all there, while the portrait of Megan in the snow painted by Hela Osenfurt was in the dining room.

"But in this way, everyone who visits will see it. Won't that be very..."

At least now, Megan couldn't feel any abnormality from the oil painting he was carrying in his hand, but this couldn't rule out the possibility that the painting would suddenly go crazy one day.

He didn't want to destroy the walls of his house, so he used special alchemy glue to stick the frame to the wall. After finishing the work, he looked up at the oil painting with extremely high artistic and aesthetic levels, and felt a great sense of satisfaction in his heart. He felt that his house was completely worthy of such a beautiful oil painting.

Outside the window was the misty spring rain, making the Xia Honglin city under the sunset look like it had entered the night in advance. But this did not affect Xia De's good mood. He looked at himself in the mirror and then revealed a confident smile:

"This is really rare."

Megan tried hard not to let any expression change appear at this moment, but the image of Miss Jia Jia Lin Na with a smiling face couldn't help but jump out of his head:

"Then what are the characteristics of the conch?" "Meow~"

The old man commented on the conch like this and gave specific information about the relic: "It's quite good. Can you dance a dance with me in a while?"

Megan nodded cautiously, and then asked again about the news of the Old God 【Golden Master】. "Can all undead be summoned?"

"In my opinion, what should go shouldn't stay. It's best not to try similar relics, and don't try any actions that cross life and death. That's not good for anyone."

"What identity should we use to participate? What does the invitation say?"

"Use the name of Paradise Island Pharmaceuticals. You should remember that the daughter of the Earl of Chichester, the wife of Mayor Roland Kaufman, Lady Sarah Kaufman, invited me a few weeks ago. This banquet is very important. I'll take you to meet my businessman friends and local nobles, oh, and one of my very important friends."

Suddenly, the sound of opening the door came, followed by Megan entering the room in a white formal suit. The arrival of the handsome detective made the witches and maids in the room smile. This charm, which was completely different from the witch, was very attractive to the girls.

It was indeed not packed by Megan himself. Princess Lei Qianya personally brought the maid to prepare clothes for Megan just now. Although she still regretted that she couldn't go to Edmond to participate in this important negotiation, she still wouldn't get involved in this matter because of that.

After struggling for a while, he decided to hang the oil painting on the wall between the two windows in the living room. Outside that wall was St. Deran Square. And he found a white cloth as a curtain. When he was not at home, he covered the painting with the cloth to prevent Little Mia from being affected while at home alone.

For insurance, Megan asked again, and Mr. Audrey nodded:

"You look quite good like this. I thought I would need the maid to help you tidy up. In my opinion, you are not the kind of man who is willing to spend time tidying himself up."

Seeing Megan looking at her, Xia De signaled the maids to step aside, then lifted the hem of her skirt, turned around, and asked Xia Hong with a smile. The hem of the skirt bloomed like a blooming flower.

"Soak the conch in seawater, then put the conch to your ear, and you can hear the voices of the dead who are missed. Similarly, after soaking the conch in seawater, call the name of the dead to it, and you can briefly summon the undead, but in this way, this relic will be consumed. As for the negative characteristics, it is possible that what is summoned is not the undead who are missed, but something else weird."

"That story sounds quite good."

"Let's go. I hope everyone can have a good time tonight."

The witch was in a very good mood. She thought she had made all the preparations. She beckoned to Xia Hong, and Megan leaned forward, thinking she had something important to say, but the brown-haired girl just kissed him on the side of his face:

Xia Hong sniffed the pleasant perfume and asked curiously. It was getting late, and it was almost time to set off. "Of course I can."

Xia De said to Megan reflected in the mirror.

At least in the eyes of this cat, this painting was not as pleasant as a rich lunch. "Mirror, mirror, who is the smartest and most beautiful lady in the world?"

"Document-level relic 【Undying Longing】. The quantity of this kind of conch is unknown, but the location of appearance is only on the beach. People who miss the dead walk on the beach. When sadness and longing reach the extreme, their peripheral vision may glimpse a corner of the legendary 'Styx.' At this time, there must be such a conch washed ashore by the waves. This is 【Undying Longing】."

"Got it, it's time for lunch. Does the cat have absolutely no artistic appreciation level of humans? Mia, don't you understand what beauty is?"

Megan sat on the sofa on the bottom floor of the lighthouse and said. Little Mia wanted to take a nap and didn't follow. He was talking to Mr. Audrey alone:

"Yes, you have said it many times. After you introduce your friend to me, I will also tell you who I am... Well, I hope you won't be too surprised. I allow you to punch me."

High heels clicked on the floor. She walked up to Megan and gave him a hug:

Now Megan understood. Mrs. Miles's attempt at the White Fog Camp was ineffective because the conch they got was not washed up from the sea, so it was not wetted by seawater. In this way, he only needed to bring seawater next time to solve this trouble. Although the camp still had some problems, Grandma's wish should be solved.

Megan, who was already familiar with the process of this kind of noble banquet, asked, and Xia Hong turned into Green Lake:

Coming here was also for the three strange items encountered in the "White Fog Camp." Grandma Natalie of the Light-Guiding Cult and Old John each recognized one, and the remaining gray fossil conch, Mr. Audrey, an old folklorist living in the coastal area, naturally recognized it.

"Not bad."

The maid then handed the gold-stamped invitation into Xia Honglin's hand wearing white lace long gloves, and she said with a smile:

In Xia Hong's view, Xia De had made her hair longer today to facilitate styling. She was wearing a deep blue evening gown with three layers of lace-edged skirts that almost dragged on the floor. The waist position was extremely slender, and the corset inside the clothes highlighted her waistline, adding a more elegant and exquisite feeling to the witch's overall body shape.

The old gentleman shook his head:

The city of Edmond had not been visited by a truly big person like Grand Duchess Jia Jia Lin Na Cavendish for a long time, so although tonight's banquet was only held at the Rose Manor and only invited local nobles and celebrities, the streets in the entire city center had been specially cleaned and renovated.

"How is it?"

Although he had to attend an important banquet tonight, Megan still chose to go out after lunch. The destination this time was Hot Water Port. To prevent delaying the evening's affairs, he arrived at the old lighthouse on the sea cliff very quickly and met Mr. Xia Honglinde.

Time passed in a hurry, and the sun in the sky gradually slanted to the west. At 5:00 in the afternoon, on the north bank of Xia Honglin in the middle of the Old Continent, in the master bedroom of the witch's cruise ship on the Duin River, the beautiful witch was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, humming a song while letting her maids check her hairstyle and headwear for the last time in a good mood.

Megan and Green Lake set off from the riverside pier by carriage. While the bright gas street lamps receded outside the carriage window, Green Lake also showed Megan the small gift she had prepared according to etiquette—a bottle of 1823 red wine produced by the Roman Winery in the Huntington area.

"I also hope you won't be too surprised, but why would I punch you?" "Looks not bad."

"It must be an undead whose soul is free after death. If the soul has turned into a powerful grudge, been captured, solidified, imprisoned, or even destroyed, naturally it won't work."

The mirror naturally wouldn't answer.

Megan was uneasy in his heart. He only knew that, at least Miss Jia Jia Lin Na would have a very good time.