Chapter 1828

Miss Higgins was startled when she heard the special personal pronoun "He," and the panic on her face became more obvious. After hearing what Xia De said later, she gritted her teeth and stood up, gave a command to ensure Mrs. Miles would never look back, and came to Xia De's side by the window.

In her eyes, the window was full of black fog, so she couldn't see the scenery in the camp, which was as huge as an ant empire. Xia De took a deep breath to adjust his state of mind, and then asked out the window:

"Can you please appear now and meet us? I have already known of your existence and know that you are waiting to witness the final story."

After speaking, he waited for a few seconds. Seeing no reaction outside, under Miss Higgins' curious gaze, Xia De had to change his way of speaking:

"Great God of Wealth and Trade - Golden Master, please allow me to call upon you rashly, please come here for a transaction. May your holy name be forever in the endless flow of wealth, may your shadow be forever under the holy gold."

As the voice fell, in Miss Higgins' eyes, the black fog that originally shrouded the camp slowly rotated without wind. The black fog gradually dissipated until she could also see the scene of the camp on the tower in the darkness.

Everything that happened next, she really felt that she would never forget it in her life.

Those black shadows that were originally fixed by space and didn't move all moved at this moment. Densely packed black shadows silently left the stalls or facilities they needed to look after, and in the thin darkness, they followed the dense small roads between the stalls, like a river formed by water droplets returning to the sea, converging toward the clock tower.

The whole process was very short because the black shadows moved quite fast. And when enough black shadows gathered under the tower, the overlapping black shadows were lifted into the air as if they were lifted by the black shadows that continued to rush over, but it was also like the shadows that rose into the air alone had countless white smoke spraying underneath.

The black shadow at the highest point finally arrived outside the clock tower window and stopped at a position level with Xia De and Miss Higgins. The black shadows that continued to rise all overlapped into the body of the black shadow at the highest point, but underneath it was a continuous stream of black shadows because there were so many of them that they formed a torrent.

"Isn't this..."

"So, the soul of Mr. Richard Knight Jackman..."

Miss Higgins listened tremblingly, had an idea in her heart but didn't dare to say it. Fortunately, Xia De said it for her:

Miss Higgins couldn't help but want to speak, but after saying a few words, she didn't dare to say more.

It's just that before he could figure it out, it seemed that at some moment, there was no continuous process at all, and it seemed that time had been pinched off for a short period. When the camp was left with empty stalls, all the black shadows, even the black shadow in the corner of the tower, all gathered at the same position outside the tower, the black fog descended again, but soon dissipated like clouds.

It's just that Xia De still had many questions in his heart. For example, did the god of that year tell the young knight what kind of life his lover would live. Did the god of that year say that Mrs. Miles would wait for him and spend her long life in that way.

The cruel sentence was spoken like this, and the old man looking at the bonfire trembled all over.

"Is the value of his soul not enough?"

In this way, the god appearing around the battlefield that year should not just be a coincidence. And the "summoning demon fire" described lightly by the god was definitely not as simple as Doctor Shi Nai De spraying a mouthful of fire.

The story of Richard Jackman and Sarah Miles was just beginning at that time. Time is the most exquisite artist. Even the most ordinary stone can be carved into a priceless work of art in the hands of time. You told me that you could fulfill my wish, but you had to wait for many, many years, until the girl who was waiting for me was also about to reach the end of her life. And, just a story, it's still not enough."

"The wish he longed to fulfill was not just to return to his hometown, he also wanted to be with his beloved girl forever. So, if I traded his soul, he would never be able to fulfill his wish. I pitied his encounter, told him this, and gave him advice."

The golden robe was covered with gems of various colors, but it didn't look abrupt at all. Each hand wore a silver ring, and the golden hair symbolized the flow of endless wealth. The dark golden eyes made it impossible for mortals to look directly at them, and the light around him was the embodiment of status and power. The God of Wealth and Trade - Golden Master, finally appeared in front of Xia De in the image of a sturdy middle-aged man.

The conjecture all along was confirmed. That god had been here from the beginning. There were no black shadows in this camp at all. For outsiders, in fact, all the "people" in the camp were just one person. Any transaction they made was also a transaction with the god in front of them.

The god smiled and said:

"It's okay, I'll handle it. That god should have been waiting for you here long ago. No, it's waiting for them."

He said his conjecture softly: "That, that is..."

The golden light around the god did not completely illuminate the place, but only maintained around Him. The god did not open his mouth, and the voice automatically appeared in everyone's ears. Xia De looked at the eyes that seemed to contain the whole world in their calmness:

"The soul of the long-dead Mr. Richard Knight Jackman cannot be summoned back by the conch, and it can only stay for a very short time after being found by three memories. I think, that is because of you?"

The God of Wealth and Trade also looked at Xia De at this time, and Xia De only noticed at this moment that the front of the golden robe worn by the god had a pattern of a golden balance sewn with gold thread.

Xia De finished that sentence for her:

And the gathered black shadows were still surging toward the outside of the tower, like a white tide rushing from all directions, and finally absorbed into the air.

Miss Higgins subconsciously took a step back, and then unexpectedly found that there seemed to be one more golden scar on Xia De's shoulder and clothes.

"Your eyes are sharper than anyone else's. People who discover wealth and opportunities will always have such qualities. Since you discovered the truth here, after all this, you deserve a gift."

The god opposed Xia De's intelligence: "God."

"You advised him to give you a beautiful story?" "Uniting as one..."

"For humans, that happened a long time ago. A young man dying on the battlefield, because of some coincidences and accidents, saw me before he died. He had his own story and his own wish, so I gave him a chance to trade."

"Yes, otherwise it's impossible to explain everything that happened here. You have been here from the beginning and arranged for a demon to guide us. What you are waiting for in the end is this transaction, right?"

"The war between mortals that year eventually led to the intervention of witches. A young girl violated the rules and summoned the demon's fire. I naturally already got the reward. As for the knight's soul, I want him to use his own body to seal the exit of the fire, and wait for Sarah Miles' death in the burning of the fire."

"He wanted to fulfill his promise to return to his hometown and see his lover?"

This scene was silent. Xia De just frowned and looked at the shadow at the highest point, watching it become more and more solid. It was as if black shadows piled up into a spire, or pitch-black shadow trees were constantly growing. Miss Higgins' eyes were forced to move away from the front, hiding behind Xia De to avoid being hurt, while Xia De felt that he seemed to understand some things from the picture in front of him.

"Yes, but his trading chips were not enough."

"Invited guest, do you know I was waiting for you?"

The young witch behind Xia De sighed softly but didn't dare to say her thoughts. Xia De had nothing to say about this.

She hid behind Xia De:

After greeting again, Xia De and Miss Higgins returned to the bonfire.

Xia De thanked him softly: The god asked Xia De:

Miss Higgins behind Xia De understood again, so she hid herself better. Xia De frowned slightly and thought of the answer:

"Yes, since he didn't have suitable trading chips, I told him how to get them."

"Although this is a very cruel thing, if he doesn't pay enough remuneration, he can't get what he wants. Fairness, that is the principle of transaction, no one can follow it."

"Isn't that even better? That soul said to me, he would rather see his lover later, he would rather his lover live longer in this world instead of him."

Of course, it's not that I slightly adapted to the strange power that already existed in the White Fog Camp. I'm afraid I would have fainted long ago at this moment.

The god looked kindly at the old woman who was looking at the bonfire in a daze:

When a god appears, even if the god doesn't intend to do anything, the power he carries is enough to affect the basic rules of an entire area. Even Xia De couldn't look directly at such a powerful god for a long time, and Miss Higgins was even more frightened.

Standing outside the window at this time was definitely not that pitch-black figure.

The golden cracks had already covered Xia De's whole body at some point. He bowed respectfully to the god outside the window. After raising his head, he didn't continue to look out, but turned to look behind him. The god had already come to the clock tower and stood by the bonfire, looking at the drowsy Mrs. Miles.

Although talking to Xia De, the god had been staring at the old man:

"What else did you ask for?"

Xia De didn't comment on this. The god's view of the world is different from that of mortals. The god in front of him just insists on fairness, which is much better than that god of blood sucking:

"The longer Mrs. Miles lives, the more suffering Mr. Richard Jackman's soul will endure?"