Chapter 2600

"Thank you."

The young girl said in a low voice. Xia De shook his head:

"It's getting late, so I'll leave first. Ms. Brock, I'll have to trouble you to help take care of these two. Of course, if anyone else comes here, please trouble you to keep them as well; I will bring you all away from here next time."

The thirteenth-ring witch roasted by the fire agreed, and then the three saw Xia De "stuff" the cat into the pocket of his coat, and then step onto the water surface rippling at the end of the beach with a curious face.

Xia De didn't expect "water walking" to work here, and out of curiosity and because there wasn't much time left, he stepped on the water, crossed the pier and the small boat, and walked all the way toward the depths of the water.

Facing the dark, boundless water, the feelings of loneliness and fear were even more obvious than when he took the boat deep inside just now. Xia De was actually very curious about what was under this water, but even though he was about to leave, he didn't intend to do such a thing to find trouble for himself.

So he just kept moving forward, and after walking more than fifty steps, he turned his head back to look at the bonfire by the pier, waving to the three people looking this way with a smile:

"See you next time."

When he turned his head to look forward again, he widened his eyes in surprise, because the black water surface shrouded in thin white mist was already covered with dense corpses.

Those corpses floated on the water surface one after another, and one couldn't even see the gaps. And scanning left, right, and forward, everywhere within his field of vision, there were these floating corpses.

A rotted hand reached out from under the water at this moment, grabbing Xia De's right foot. And immediately after, something huge under the water surface seemed to be awakened, and two creepy red lights lit up in the water beneath the corpses.

"So that's it. People taken away by the ferryman have their souls start a new life to forget this life, while the corpses remain here... As the boat carries the souls away, the bodies float quietly on the water behind the boat without anyone knowing. It really has an atmosphere."

Before being pulled under the water, Xia De, shrouded in white mist, had already left this time and space.

And to the three by the bonfire at the pier, he just gradually walked into the distance until he could no longer be seen in the thin mist.

(Little Mia is running...)

Walking out of the elf lady's treehouse door on an autumn morning, although it looked a bit cloudy, the morning sunshine and the vibrant trees still made Xia De, who had just left that weird place, very happy. He took a deep breath of the fresh morning air, and then said with a smile:

"I'm back."

"You only left for three seconds; there's actually no need to greet like this."

The blonde elf who continued to eat breakfast said this. Xia De pulled out a chair and sat at their table, handing the blindfold on his arm back to Sister Dailin:

"It's been used up. You absolutely wouldn't guess that in the time of the past, in death, I saw a Fire-Holding Nun of the Fifth Era."

The elf girl continued to nod, her attitude very perfunctory. And the nun turned her head to put on the blindfold again, and after tidying up her hair, she "allowed" Xia De to see her face:

"The final destination of the Fire-Holding Nuns is always to turn into firewood for the flames..."

She stopped her words abruptly. Xia De was puzzled, and she asked again:

"You, accepted the guidance of other Fire-Holding Nuns?"

Clearly, the voice was as calm and emotionless as before, but for some reason, Xia De and the elf lady at the same table felt a chill.

"She" by his ear laughed softly. The blonde elf girl immediately lowered the head she had just raised. And the cat, which had just been turned back by Xia De, crawled into the gift box on the table at this time, looking like it didn't intend to come out for a while.

Xia De felt that Sister Dailin seemed to be a bit angry. He nodded hesitantly:

"Yes, that nun, to thank me for helping her sister... A spirit rune and a miracle, that miracle can leave an eternal flame mark..."

Although the half of Sister Dailin's face under the blindfold still had no expression, Xia De clearly felt that the surroundings seemed to have become colder. He hadn't done anything wrong, but at this moment he felt as if he had committed a terrible mistake, such as destroying the world.

He had originally wanted to introduce the miracle in more detail; the nun who also used the First Fire might be interested in the "techniques" of other nuns of the Fifth Era. But he wisely shut his mouth at this moment, so both fell silent, and there was only the sound of the morning wind blowing the leaves, and the sound of the elf beside him and the two nuns behind him eating.

Probably feeling it was too quiet, little Mia poked her head out of the gift box again and looked at Xia De. However, it probably didn't understand Xia De's look of "do something quickly, like knocking over a plate," and shrank back immediately.

Finally, Xia De took the initiative to say:

"In the future, I will not accept other nu..."

"No, it doesn't matter."

Sister Dailin said softly, so the strange atmosphere around them returned to a normal state. The elf girl, who didn't know why she felt as if a stone was pressing on her chest just now, let out a breath, and then discovered that Sister Dailin was "looking" at her, so she lowered her head and continued to eat obediently.

"Nuns of each generation have their own different skills, but the changes of eras and various events have not allowed all the knowledge and power of the nuns of past generations to be passed down. Since those nuns who guarded the First Fire with their lives didn't wait for a Fire-Holding Hero while alive, they still have the responsibility to help you after turning to ashes in death."

She grabbed Xia De's right hand to sense it, but let go quickly:

"She only gave you power and didn't mention the First Fire?"

"That Sister Brock said that the First Fire has weakened to an unrecognizable degree in our era."

Sister Dailin did not comment on this:

"We will return as soon as possible after leaving here. The lingering warmth of the ancient flame brought news, and a momentary touch allowed me to touch something: it seems that fire also exists in this woodland."

The Outsider just nodded. According to the weirdness of the Vesta Woodlands he currently understood, he wouldn't be surprised no matter what was here:

"That's good, I will also pay attention to rumors in this regard... After you return, do you want to live in the city?"

The silver blindfold looked at the elf girl, who immediately indicated:

"Just let the nuns live with me. If there isn't enough space, I'll go build some more treehouses; it's not troublesome anyway."

It seemed these treehouses were also built with miracles, probably similar to Xia De's "Traveler's Camp."

After breakfast, due to the particularity of this "inescapable woodland," Miss Sylvia's portal couldn't open here, so Xia De and the elf girl first sent the three nuns outside this area.

Afterward, Sister Dailin used Miss Sylvia's space beacon—a hexagonal crystal. With a buzzing sound, space shattered like glass, and then a rotating black-gold vortex appeared out of thin air.

This was not a one-way door, because the young black-haired witch poked her head out of the vortex first, and then immediately saw Xia De, her face showing a look of surprise:

"Good morning, Xia De."

"Good morning, Miss Sylvia."

He also greeted with a smile, so the Great Mage of Space passed through the portal and hugged Xia De:

"I knew you would definitely come to see Sister Dailin off. Margaret just left; she must regret not waiting a little longer."

"Margaret originally wanted to persuade her mother to come to Vesta City to watch the concert, but you also know the current situation. The Queen thinks that at this time, the public shouldn't see the royal family still on vacation. It's truly a pity."

She hugged Xia De and took a deep breath:

"But it doesn't matter, it's very close to Wilndale here. If Flora bullies you, remember to tell me~"

After saying this, even Xia De laughed.

Afterward, Xia De and the elf girl waved goodbye to the three nuns together. After the portal disappeared, Xia De turned around, intending to send her back to the treehouse before entering the city:

"Speaking of which, do you know 'Night Song Elves'?"

The blonde elf nodded:

"Of course I know, this is also a very famous elf clan. Although Night Song Elves and our Moon Creek clan have different beliefs, because the elders intermarried, many people have kinship. St. Byrons has quite a few Night Song Elf students."

"Oh?"

Xia De asked curiously:

"Do the Night Song Elves also all settle in the school city of St. Byrons?"

The elf girl explained:

"Of course not. They had their own settlements in the Fifth Era, and only gradually moved away to places where civilization had not yet radiated toward the end of the Fifth Era. Now the largest Night Song Elf settlement is at the Zaras Academy of Literature; the Serkesais Higher Medical College and St. Byrons have small settlements of Night Song Elves."

"Besides the three major academies, I heard that they also have a not-so-small island settlement on an overseas island in the east of the Old Continent, and there are also one or two small settlements in the rainforest in the south of the Old Continent. So if you want to find the elves of the Night Song clan, you must first figure out which branch you are looking for."

So, carrying brand new questions, Xia De entered the city with little Mia. When leaving the forest, the weather was just overcast, and by the time he got off the carriage in front of the Accordion Hotel in the city center, raindrops had already begun to fall splashingly.

The chill brought by the autumn rain easily made people realize that most of the year had passed, and when Xia De knocked on the door of Room 317, he found that there was an extra easel in Miss Danister's room.

That easel was placed in the corner of the living room where it could be exposed to sunlight, and on the rack was an oil painting that had already been painted but was still drying.

The picture depicted, from an upward angle, a young man holding up a huge moon under a dark blue starry sky, standing on top of a golden spire. The camera angle of the picture was exceptionally wide, and one could see the city with lights on, thus the azure of the night sky and the golden yellow of the city formed a contrast.

And in the background of the moon painted with transparent techniques, there were actually owls flying across the night sky.

The colors of the whole painting were deep, and the atmosphere of the picture appeared grand yet carried some weirdness and strangeness because of the depicted starry sky, yet it also carried some warmth in the strangeness because of the depiction of the city scene below.

And these did not prevent Xia De from seeing that this was probably describing the scene that happened above the Golden Music Hall last night.