Chapter 1827

The strange technique "Demon Vision" cannot be used in the White Fog Camp. This camp prohibits any reconnaissance-type strange techniques. But at such a close distance, Xia De would not mistake a person's soul. The one who returned was indeed a person, not a demon, but the smell of sulfur was still very suspicious.

Miss Higgins bent down to rummage through her backpack by the bonfire and took out the rusted knight's sword that fell from the sky after using the conch 【Undying Thoughts】 last time (Chapter 1801). Her backpack obviously had a much larger capacity than it looked. Although Xia De was suspicious, he also reached into his arms, intending to offer a gift for the reunion of the lovers.

The light of the sunset outside the window gradually dimmed until it disappeared completely. The black fog rolled in, submerging the village that had long since disappeared. The memory dissipated, and the terrifying and strange scene of the White Fog Camp reappeared outside this dilapidated clock tower.

The light of the crackling bonfire made Xia De and the witch's shadows stretch and sway strangely on the wall. Suddenly, Xia De and Miss Higgins both stopped their movements, because they both saw with their own eyes that the blonde young man who was hugging Mrs. Miles turned into fly ash little by little in her arms.

Looking at the ashes on her arms in shock, Mrs. Miles twitched and then fainted. Fortunately, Miss Higgins, who was closer, supported her in time so she didn't fall on the back of her head. But Miss Higgins only touched her slightly, and her face changed greatly:

"Not good, Mrs. Miles is not going to make it!"

For this result, the two were actually not very surprised. Even a strong adult coming to such a strange place wouldn't last long, not to mention an old man who was already reaching the end of her life. The huge ups and downs of emotions, and the scene of her lost lover turning into fly ash in her arms, even if it wasn't in the "White Fog Camp," I'm afraid not many people could hold on.

"Quick, help me get the backpack! I have medicine there!"

"It's not that troublesome. If I don't let her die, she definitely won't die - false immortality!"

His palm touched the old man's forehead, and the strange technique that Xia De hadn't had a chance to use on others for a long time worked again. The weak breathing and gradually faint pulse slowly returned to normal. The conscious old man opened her eyes in a daze, and then saw Miss Higgins' worried expression and Xia De's frowning expression:

"So that's how it is. Although I guessed that this might happen, I originally planned to introduce him to His Majesty... A magical man appearing to help a young witch, even in the stories my aunt told me when I was a child, there was no such plot."

Although she was conscious, it still took her several seconds to remember what had just happened:

"Noticed it. Perhaps some existence that created this camp gave these black shadows a unified posture for convenience... Anyway, it's impossible for this place to be naturally generated."

Miss Higgins thought for a while, looking at Xia De's side face:

"I already know where that existence is. Miss Higgins, please be prepared. My remaining time is short. Once I leave this time, I will never come back, so let's solve all the problems at once."

In the corner, that black shadow was still silently watching all this, but Xia De suddenly turned his head to look at it.

But if it just ended like this, even Xia De himself was unwilling. Since he planned to do it, he had to do it best. Besides, encountering this kind of trouble was also an expected thing:

"The probability is not high. The demon outside the camp is obviously restricted by this camp, so it acts as a guide in the fire to explain various things to people who come here. I don't believe it is willing to stay here. For demons, do you think they are very professional? It didn't complain at all, and didn't mock the black shadows in the camp to vent its dissatisfaction."

He asked the silver-haired old man, who raised her head with difficulty, with a hopeful expression on her tired face:

"Madam, do you still want to truly see that gentleman, and then ask him where he has been all these years?"

"Yes, but... is there still a way now?" "You still have a way?"

Miss Higgins frowned:

"It seems there is... Could it be that these black shadows are naturally generated, belonging to some kind of low-consciousness strange creature? Or did the Great One give them wisdom?"

The black shadow still didn't move, and there was no reaction. Xia De just took a look and continued to treat Mrs. Miles. The potion that could be brought here was indeed very effective. Soon, Mrs. Miles returned to the side of the bonfire with Miss Higgins' support and was out of the state of "false immortality."

"So, a Great One suspected to be a god created this place and arranged for a demon to act as a guide. Are all our actions so far actually under the surveillance of this Great One?"

Xia De said again, Miss Higgins felt she understood a little:

Coupled with the fact that "reconnaissance" strange techniques are forbidden in the camp, and except for the human-shaped black shadows, there are no black shadows of animals like horses, the answer is ready to come out, but it is hard to imagine:

But this does not mean that she has fully recovered her health. For someone of her age, this adventure was really too far.

Xia De shook his head. His purpose for coming to this time and space has basically been achieved. Although Mr. Richard Jackman came and left, it can be considered that Mrs. Miles partially realized her wish.

She was a little embarrassed, but Xia De reassured her:

"Actually, I came here to complete a transaction."

"I will invite Him out now. Do you want to come over and see with me? This scene, I'm afraid there will be no chance to see it again. Although dangerous, it is also an opportunity. He has always been here, yes, always."

The young witch asked, Xia De nodded: "Is it a dream?"

What really made Xia De confirm his conjecture, besides the information he learned from the Old God believers in the church, were the strange things he encountered along the way. These black shadows were not deliberately targeting him at all, and the fact that Miss Higgins' cost of buying the bonfire was transferred to him meant that someone could manipulate the most basic rules of the camp - fairness.

"Three fragments of memory are recorded on it. The fact that Mr. Richard Jackman really appeared just now is the effect of the relic. I don't understand this relic. Does it only maintain for a short few dozen seconds when it takes effect?"

Miss Higgins looked at the black shadow in the corner, but Xia De shook his head:

"I... I am..."

Moreover, Old John who ran the pawnshop said that demons themselves have no faith, but they do have some connection with that "Golden Master." This once made Xia De think that all the black shadows in the camp were shadows of demons, but last time he cheated in a card game and flipped out the "Arcana Cards," he knew that those black shadows were definitely not demons.

"It is not it, and it is not it. I don't know if you have observed a very interesting thing. All the black shadows we have seen in this camp so far, although their standing, sitting, and lying postures are different, their body shapes are generally the same."

"We are not going anywhere. Since the demon said there is a way to leave here, we will stay here. As for the merchant I am looking for, he is here."

"Of course not. The soul summoned by this relic was really summoned and won't leave so soon."

Xia De shook his head. The young witch knew much less information than him, so she could only think of this step. But because the Tree Father's task was not "summoning gods," Xia De knew from the beginning that the god of wealth and trade - "Golden Master" was likely here.

"Then have you noticed another thing: the black shadows here are not just mechanically repeating the sales process, they also have their own autonomous measurement rights and can make different reactions because of our actions."

Even those evil spirits of the Third Era are probably not Arcana, what exactly it represents.

"What's going on now?" Miss Higgins immediately shook her head:

"Because He only trades with specific people."

Hearing Xia De say he would never come back, the young witch who got along with him quite well showed a look of regret:

"But I see you are not keen on looking for goods."

After handling Mrs. Miles' affairs, Miss Higgins asked Xia De helplessly. Xia De picked up the 【Golden Memories】 to check:

"Are we leaving now? How far is this place from the merchant you are looking for? The lady's body might not be able to hold on for too long."

Miss Higgins comforted softly, beckoned to pull over the backpack, and picked another bottle from the remaining few potions. Xia De used his strange technique 【Cynthia's Silver Moon Grace】 to treat her. Compared with the effect of "Gluttonous Food" on external injuries, Mrs. Miles needed mental recuperation more at this time.

Xia De said, coming to the window to look at the endless White Fog Camp below. Now the white fog could no longer block his sight, but in the dark and lightless environment, even if he had dark vision, he could not see further places:

She nodded:

After finishing speaking, she moved closer to Mrs. Miles. "Please don't think about those things, I have medicine here."

Her own coins had been exhausted, and Miss Higgins obviously didn't want to waste her power of existence for nothing. Even if she was willing to consume it, the direction guided by the demon had already realized the wish, and they had no other direction. In the current situation, no one knew what to do next.

"Optimistically speaking, this is also good news. At least it proves that the gentleman's soul has not been destroyed. He really still exists, just because of some special reasons he cannot appear for too long... Can this relic be used continuously? You don't have to answer, that's really a stupid question. Mrs. Miles' spirit is no longer enough to support her to use the relic again."