Chapter 2520: The Ferry Ticket

"I brought her that spark, and then, as the spark fused, first the blood vessels all over her body lit up, then bright red cracks appeared on her skin, and finally, she was burned to... ashes in front of me. Only then did I know how dangerous the First Fire really was."

Nuns of Fire could not hold the fire safely forever; almost every generation of Nuns of Fire was eventually burned to ashes by the fire. Even though Sister Daelin was almost the most talented nun in the Sixth Era, her hands had shown signs of burns long before she met Xia De.

Therefore, the fact that Sister Anya Brock's sister was consumed by the fire due to the intensity of the First Fire was actually an ending destined from the moment she started on this path.

Of course, Sister Daelin would likely not die this way. After all, she had found the "Hero who bears the fire," the Outlander with a special soul. The shared fire not only meant the fire would become more intense and docile, but also that someone was sharing the power with her.

"I'm sorry. All mortals must die."

Xia De could only comfort her this way. Ms. Brock nodded and continued to stare blankly at the campfire:

"I have already reached the 13th tier, and I have seen and experienced enough sorrow. Although the sister who loved me all my life died because of the fire I brought her, I still held onto a final hope:

When I also head toward death, I think my sister will be waiting for me there, and we will eventually reunite."

She took a deep breath and asked Xia De:

"Do you know what happens next?"

"I do. Although the souls of nuns consumed by the First Fire also head toward the end, they cannot appear as freely as other souls."

Ms. Brock nodded gently:

"Yes, it took me a long time to know this. Before my sister turned to ashes, she comforted me, saying she didn't mean to let me bury her with my own hands, it was just her responsibility. She said she would wait for me on the other side, but in the end, she lied."

Xia De was glad she was just telling a story and not crying, otherwise, he really wouldn't know how to comfort her.

"So you came here?"

"Yes. Since she lied, and since no one is willing to wait for me even before the end, then let me disappear completely, let her wait alone in the burning for the end of the world."

"Sorry, may I say one thing?"

Mr. Nelson said boldly, using almost all his courage:

"You are trying to punish your sister by hurting yourself. This is stupid, sorry, but this is really stupid. You hurt two people at once and get nothing."

Xia De cast an approving look at him. Ms. Brock didn't look at Mr. Nelson, didn't get angry, and didn't refute.

"Mr. Nelson is right. And you have a great future. When you take the seat of Death, can't you use the witch's power to go to that real Death? Since you can't see her after death, why not consider seeing her while you are alive? Go into Death and see her."

Xia De said again. Although witches of the Sixth Era didn't have this power, he wasn't sure about the Fifth Era.

"I can actually open the door briefly through the Council's power, or peek into Death using relics like the 【Door of Death】. But in any case, living people like us cannot go to that kind of place."

Ms. Brock probably thought Xia De didn't understand, so she explained to him what a witch in the Death seat could do.

She explained it in great detail, and some things Xia De thought even Miss Flora Winster of the Sixth Era might not know.

And the most important responsibility of the great witch of "Death" is actually to record the death of every great witch in the Council. According to Ms. Brock, although there is no rule that great witches must be buried in the Council after death, there is indeed a "Witch Cemetery" under the Witch Council.

The bodies of the great witches who volunteered to be buried in the Council are all there, and witches whose bodies are not in the Council all have their own tombstones:

"That is where our souls return."

However, Ms. Brock is not yet a real Council member, so she doesn't know if her soul will really return to the Council after she dies.

Therefore, she chose to come here before she became a councilor, to say goodbye to her life completely, and let her dead sister "regret for a lifetime."

"It's like a child throwing a tantrum."

Xia De thought to himself, and then thought that instead of just relying on words to comfort her, it would be better to take action to make her give up doing stupid things.

Of course, although letting her go wouldn't likely affect Xia De's mission this time, based on the principle of "since there's nothing to do, might as well save her," he said:

"Speaking of which, it's a coincidence, I happen to have the power to open the Door of Death."

The witch looked at him, and Xia De coughed while warming himself by the fire:

"Playing with death is of course wrong, but for various reasons, I go into Death every few months. I have even brought souls heading toward the end back to the world of the living.

No, no, don't let your eyes light up yet. I can't resurrect your sister, that's absolutely impossible. And to go into Death, I need a door, but that door is in my house..."

As he said this, Xia De looked up at the small boat beside the pier:

"But you are lucky. That 'ferryman' said they could take me anywhere I want to go. So as long as we can afford the fare, I think this boat should be able to take us into Death for a trip."

"But the soul of a nun consumed by the First Fire is different from ordinary people. Even if we go, we likely won't be able to see her."

The witch's hope surged for a moment, but she thought of a new problem in the blink of an eye.

Xia De shook his head:

"This is a small matter. I have seen someone call out a past nun in Death (Extra 3). Of course, I can't bring the lady who did this here, but I can borrow that key item."

That is, borrowing the mithril eye mask from Sister Daelin. Judging from the inheritance, that eye mask actually still exists in the current time and was worn by Ms. Brock's sister. With that, Xia De felt he was 100% able to see Ms. Brock's sister in Death.

But thinking of Sister Daelin's attitude toward that eye mask, Xia De actually worried for a second whether Sister Daelin would be willing to lend it.

Of course, that was something to think about after returning. He was still smiling and concluded:

"Look, the boat takes us into Death, and then I take out the key prop, and I can call out the soul that wouldn't have appeared... I hope this time I won't call out Detective Sparrow. In this way, won't you be able to meet your sister? If there's anything you can't let go of, just talk to her about it."

Seeing her hesitant expression, Xia De continued:

"Or at least ask clearly why she lied to you back then. Instead of leaving and never looking back, it's better to answer your doubts before making a decision."

Ms. Brock nodded, then asked him:

"You help me, what reward do I need to pay you?"

Xia De was startled. He hadn't thought about the reward. After all, he had never actively asked for a reward for helping anyone in the Fifth Era:

"If I have any questions later, please answer them as much as possible. Also, Mr. Nelson here didn't stumble into this place by mistake. He is waiting for his wife here. If he needs help later, I would like to ask you to help him with me."

The middle-aged man looked over in surprise, and Xia De smiled at him.

And the 13th-tier witch nodded decisively:

"That's fair. So what do we do now?"

"Come with me to ask about the ferry ticket. That ferryman won't take us for free."

Xia De braced himself against the black sand and stood up, his shadow swaying on the sand further away as his body moved.

Ms. Brock also got up in a hurry, and then saw him warn very seriously:

"Remember, I will do the talking in a moment. If I don't give you a signal, don't say a word."

Ms. Brock didn't know why, but she nodded:

"Please rest assured, since you are here to help me, I will listen to everything you say."

So Mr. Nelson watched Xia De and Ms. Brock get up together and walk onto the pier, then watched them arrive together at the side of the small boat.

The three-meter-tall black-robed ferryman didn't ask if they wanted to board this time, so Xia De took the initiative to ask:

"Greetings, may I ask if we can pay the fare to have this boat take us both into real Death, and then bring us back the same way?"

"Yes."

The hoarse and slow voice said. Ms. Brock breathed a sigh of relief, and Xia De asked again:

"May I ask what we need to pay for the fare?"

Three blank cards flew out from the sleeve of the black robe made of black mist and stopped in front of Xia De and the witch. The back of the cards was the back of the "Tarot Cards," and the front was a blank pattern.

"Tarot Cards?"

Ms. Brock was a little surprised, and the "Ferryman" under the black robe continued:

"A tear of regret, 1.1 units of 【Cowardice】 sin, and a little warmth of the soul."

"We need to give you the tears ourselves, so the sin and the warmth of the soul, do you take them, or do we give them to you after we get them?"

"These are containers."

The "Ferryman" replied, and Xia De understood. These all had to be separated by themselves before being paid to the ferryman. So he reached out and took the three cards floating in front of him, and asked in his heart:

"Can I take them away and collect them in the Sixth Era?"

【No.】

Then Xia De bowed to the "Ferryman":

"Thank you for your explanation, we will bring these 'ferry tickets' later."

As he said this, he signaled the lady beside him, who was somewhat suspicious because of his respectful tone and actions, to follow him back under the pier.

The two returned quickly. In this place far from the campfire and above the black water, the speed at which happy and joyful emotions flowed away was much faster than on the beach. ===== CHAPTER 2521 =====