Chapter 2528: Soul Fire

"This is..."

The somewhat dazed witch opened her mouth to remind him, but was rudely interrupted by Xia De:

"I am more familiar with this place than you."

The Door of Death is not so easy to open, so Miss Winster did not completely sink into death just now, so retreating quickly at this moment means they return to the world of the living.

Death did not make things difficult for Xia De at all, and the witch even felt that the man beside her was more adaptable to this pure cold power than herself. But he could not be the spokesperson of death. The temperature from the soul that almost made her crazy at this moment was more hot and intense than the First Fire she had seen on Sister Daelin.

Being on the edge of life and death, she could more easily perceive the soul of the man beside her, incomparably pure, incomparably powerful, incomparably hot, yet incomparably gentle. For a moment, she, who was in a trance, even wanted to...

It was just that at this time, the soul of the seven-ring warlock swallowed by the darkness appeared again in the water, and the evil spirit reached out to them silently, and then was pushed fiercely by Xia De:

"Don't stay if you should go!"

The soul melted in the light of the moon, continued to retreat five steps quickly, and the sunlight became clearer;

Retreated five more steps, the transparent virtual shadows on the water only had outlines, and the forest surrounded them;

Finally retreated five more steps, the darkness completely dissipated, and the two were still standing in the cemetery outside the deserted village.

"Hoo~ hoo~"

With the breathing of the lady with gray-black hair, cold white mist exhaled from her mouth, but soon dissipated in the residual heat of late summer.

Xia De didn't ask about her situation immediately, but solemnly let go of the hand holding the witch, pulled out the badge from his chest, and walked to the front, praying while checking whether death had really left completely.

If a new "edge of life and death" was formed in the material world because of their behavior today, that would be troublesome.

Fortunately, although Miss Winster's luck was not very good just now, at least death really left. Xia De breathed a sigh of relief and looked at her again, and found that she was also looking at him with pursed lips:

"Well, I still have deficiencies in the power of death."

"Don't talk about this first."

Xia De reached out to support her, who couldn't even stand still:

"Rest for a while, sit under the tree, there is sun over there."

Xia De suggested, and the pale witch nodded with pursed lips. Without turning back into an owl, she let Xia De support her and walked to the tree.

After spreading the picnic cloth and putting down the cushion, the two sat down against the big tree. Xia De looked at her feet wearing brown short boots under her skirt, and a flush of blood rose on her pale face:

"I was careless this time, sorry for causing you trouble."

"No need to apologize. After all, no one knows that this curse will reduce the casting ability to this extent, and we didn't expect that the casting stability would also become worse."

The witch sat sideways, slightly lifting the hem of her skirt to let Xia De see her feet. After Xia De helped her take off her shoes and socks, he saw purple-black feet.

Miss Winster's mood was even lower:

"When I first inherited this position, I had similar traces all over my body, but not so obvious."

Xia De didn't say anything, found the holy water bottle and poured the holy water on her feet:

"You can rub it yourself, right?"

He didn't deliberately take advantage of her. After Miss Winster, who was pursed her lips, started to do it, he raised his right hand high:

"Sun Healing!"

The light of the sun sprinkled on the two, and their body outlines were dyed golden, and the coldness of death quickly dissipated.

Miss Winster felt the temperature of this well-known Sun Church divine art, and realized that even the light of the sun was not as hot as the temperature of Xia De's soul she felt just now.

Blushing, she was embarrassed to say that she let Xia De rub her feet. After all, they had just met, and the girl's feet were a very private part.

Xia De didn't notice her complex psychological changes. Seeing that he didn't need to lead out the flame with the power of the First Fire, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then said with a very light and smiling tone:

"This adventure is very worthwhile. Did you hear what he said just now? Chosen one! 【Tree Hole Association】 this organization must have mastered some key poetic remnants. After the Moon Bay matter is over, the new story will proceed here!

Oh, don't look at me like that, Galina must have told me these things. No matter what, I am also an eight-ring warlock, qualified to participate in this kind of thing."

The golden eyes were filled with confusion, stubbornness, shame, and self-doubt. She absolutely didn't expect "whether Galina discussed the chosen one with Xia De" and other issues.

And Xia De's mood was not pretended to be good at this moment. Even if he doubted whether the eighth chosen one would appear in Vesta Forest, he only mastered the evidence at this moment.

After all, the fourth candidate appeared directly in Tobesk before, which made him suspect that the city where his home was located would have trouble again. But now it seems that the trouble this time still appeared in other places, so he was naturally happy... and worried about the citizens of Vesta.

"Chosen one..."

It was just different from what Xia De thought. Miss Winster, who had recovered, had no excitement or deep thought on her face, but became listless:

"I encountered it this time."

"You seem a little unhappy?"

Xia De asked tentatively, and the witch looked down at her gradually recovering feet:

"I never care about any chosen one. Even if I have time, I have been pushing off the big actions of the Council

"So, do you want to leave this place?"

Xia De asked again, and Flora Winslett looked up at Xia De once more, the expression in her eyes complex:

"The curse hasn't been resolved yet; I cannot leave. Besides, I owe you so much now... After the matter in Vesta City is over, I want to talk to you in detail... By then, I will help you paint a set of oil paintings, at least five of them."

Her gaze wandered, and she herself did not know why she felt so distraught. With her cold soul and body grasped by his fiery hands and returned to reality, she felt that the warmth she had been searching for all along seemed to be this.

Of course, she would absolutely not speak her true thoughts.

"Oil paintings and such can wait; do you know what else I discovered just now?"

Xia De asked with a smile:

"When that Seventh-Tier sorcerer's evil spirit tried to attack me, I sensed that he also carried a time curse! But it was quite mild compared to yours."

"The 【Tree Hole Society】 must have conducted some forbidden experiments in order to travel through time; this is normal."

The witch said, and then immediately understood what Xia De meant:

"Since they have also come into contact with the time curse, perhaps they have a way to resolve the 【Time Curse】."

"Yes, so don't worry about the curse and the loss of control over spellcasting; these can all be resolved."

He looked around, while the witch looked at him.

"The harvest from this outing is even greater than I imagined. We are in no rush to go back; let's sit here and rest a while longer. Miss Danister will surely be surprised by what we investigated today."

He smiled in the sunlight, and the witch watched him in the sunlight. After nodding gently, she shifted her gaze to another direction, pursed her lips to let her thoughts drift, yet still could not refuse to recall that warmth—the warmth of a soul more scorching than the First Flame.

She had put her shoes and socks back on herself, and Xia De turned his head away like a gentleman to avoid suspicion. The two of them spent the entire afternoon in the dappled, swaying tree shadows, in this woodland outside the desolate village far from the city's hustle and bustle.

They talked about many things, but the vast majority were Xia De asking about Vesta City. Miss Winslett came to this city almost every autumn; she knew many things and was willing to answer any of Xia De's questions.

And by the time they returned to the Accordion Hotel, dusk had already illuminated the city, and this Sunday had ended.

When Xia De entered the room holding the sleeping black-gray cat, the eighteen-year-old red-haired girl was sitting on the sofa holding a book, her profile glowing under the brilliant sunset outside the window.

She gave Xia De a look, wanting to ask what was wrong with the cat, and Xia De carefully placed the cat—which the witch had transformed into—onto the small sofa:

"She was exhausted today. We encountered some trouble, but fortunately, the harvest was great."

He lowered his voice and briefly introduced the day's activities.

"She fell asleep on the way back, but I estimate she will wake up soon. I'm leaving now; I have things to do in a while. See you tomorrow, Miss Danister."

Xia De waved his hand; he still had to go find the doctor to ask about the sins in a while.

"See you tomorrow, Xia De. You worked hard today."

The red-haired girl also waved with a smile, watching her handsome student tiptoe out of the room and carefully close the door.

She sighed, closed the book in her hand, placed it on the corner of the coffee table where the sunset shone, and then said to the "sleeping" cat:

"Xia De has left again; I didn't have time to let him stay for dinner.

You went to great lengths last night to persuade me to let you go investigate with him today. How was it? Did your probing yield any results? Listening to Xia De's account just now, your adventure today was truly spectacular."

The cat opened her eyes. After a burst of thick fog, Flora Winslett, whose face was still a bit pale but was almost fine, sat elegantly on the single sofa with her back to the window, her hands folded on her lap.

The light coming from behind seemed to pierce through her delicate skin. She also looked at the red-haired sorceress, appearing exceptionally languid and melancholy:

"The adventure was indeed spectacular, but I made a great fool of myself in front of your student."