Chapter 2620

"Are you always so kind?"

The owl continued to watch the scene below:

"Young girls are always bluffed by men's various tricks, but don't know that what they see is only a part of them. Oh, look at that silly girl's smile, she probably can't imagine that the hand holding the flowers just now was still touching the butt of a waitress in an underground casino not long ago."

She didn't expect at all that her understanding of Xia De was also only a small part.

"I'm worried, won't he want to have dinner with Linda Bennett later? I don't want to wait for them to finish dinner."

"No, even if the girl is moved, she won't go out for dinner with a man whose relationship hasn't been confirmed. The Bennett family was a noble family after all."

Just as she said, the two parted ways not long after. But it didn't look like it was because of so-called reserve—because Linda Bennett was obviously reluctant to part when saying goodbye, the real reason should be that the young second lieutenant needed to rush back to the military camp tonight.

Xia De actually didn't understand why he was a "time traveler". His actions all afternoon were quite normal, and it was impossible to see what he wanted to do in this time that didn't belong to him.

So Xia De and Miss Winslet discussed again and planned to follow him back to the military camp. This way, not only could they know if he had other actions in the forest, but they could also go to the place where he lived to find if there was a tree hole.

"Coo coo~"

The owl grabbed the cat and flew over the dim sun and the withered yellow forest. Because Xia De didn't need to fly or distinguish the direction, he still had time to turn his head to look at the sun at this time, and then sighed in his heart that such an action was really too interesting.

York Bront chose to ride a horse back to the military camp. Although the camp was deep in the forest, there was also a maintained road connecting to the city.

Although it was too far to judge whether the "time curse" and "paradox worm" existed, at least Xia De saw at this time that he was a three-ring warlock. And in the forest far away from the city, he didn't spare using miracles to make his horse run faster.

Just like this, until six o'clock in the evening, the daytime in late autumn became shorter, and the light in the forest gradually dimmed. And the young officer riding a horse along the forest road actually stopped the horse halfway and led it into the forest.

This made Xia De and the witch who had followed him all the way excited. The owl lowered her height and landed on the canopy, then turned into a beautiful big grey-black cat, and jumped on the branches with the silver cat to continue following him.

The young officer leading the horse walked in the forest for ten minutes before stopping. He checked the surroundings quite vigilantly, even dropped a silent spell and used a superficial illusion to protect himself, and then turned to look at his horse, and then rushed over at once.

"Oh!"

The cats squatting on the branches sighed, watching York Bront bite the horse's neck, and then pressed it to the ground amidst its neighing, lying on the horse's body and sucking the horse's blood fiercely.

"He is actually a blood-sucking species?"

The witch said incredibly, but the silver cat shook its head:

"He is definitely not a blood-sucking species. I have a way to judge blood-sucking species; he can't be."

Because there was no blood-red transparent little bat mark floating on the top of the other party's head.

Watching a man whose face could not be seen clearly sucking horse blood silently in the forest where the sunlight was gradually dimming, this was more like a scene in a horror novel. But Xia De and the witch who were watching this scene both felt afterwards that what he sucked was not just blood but life force.

Ten minutes later, the horse that had already died was left with only horse skin covering the skeleton, and York Bront, who was wiping his face with his sleeves, stood up, put away the horse skin, hurriedly covered the bones with fallen leaves, and then turned to walk in another direction, finding another horse with similar hair color that he had placed here in advance.

This time Xia De and the witch did not follow, but only after confirming that York Bront had left, did they restore their human forms and come to the side of the horse skeleton. The witch squatted down to check, confirming her thought just now:

"Sure enough, all the life force was sucked away. But this means of sucking life force should not be something a low-ring warlock can master. And did you notice? He absorbed the life of a strong horse, but didn't show any enhancement of life himself."

For an existence whose body is strong enough, such as Xia De himself, even if he gains the life force of other lives, he will not show abnormalities, but the young officer just now didn't look like his life force was very strong.

"Could it be because of the time curse?"

Xia De asked:

"Must regularly suck the life of other creatures so that he won't die? But the time curse we have come into contact with so far seems to only punish oneself and will not affect others."

And the great witch who died discovered even more terrible things:

"Killed like this, the soul of this horse actually didn't stir... Its soul disappeared, no, wait... Oh, God, it's not disappeared, its soul was also sucked away! What is going on with that person just now, is he a demon?"

"Not a demon either, I also have a way to judge demons, he is definitely not."

Although the "demon vision" spell of ancient demon hunters is not 100% correct, that is only possible to make mistakes when facing truly powerful evil spirits and demons, and York Bront is obviously not such a special case.

"How did you learn so many messy miracles... Please wait a moment before continuing to track, I want to collect its bones."

The witch said softly, so Xia De found some stones from the side, let her transform the stones into horse bones and put them back in place. Afterwards, they took the real horse bones and walked a distance deeper into the forest. Xia De dug a big pit in the ground and let Miss Winslet put those bones in.

"I will liberate your soul."

The witch said softly with some sadness, then squatted down and sprinkled the first handful of soil with her own hands, only then filling the pit with Xia De.

And Xia De noticed that during this period, some faint spiritual light gathered from the ground onto the witch. Seeing Xia De curious, Flora Winslet took the initiative to explain:

"It is thanking me for my help, this little power has strengthened the speed and power of my 'Transformation·Horse' state."

"But its soul is not here, how did it thank you?"

Xia De asked again, the witch showed a gentle smile:

"So you don't know everything. I am the great witch of death, I believe that all things have spirits, even if the real soul is sucked away, there is still spirituality remaining on the bones.

Death absolutely does not just refer to life reaching the end; death refers to the end of all things."

"【Spirit Cultivation Sect】 also believes in all things having spirits... Yes, isn't the Spirit Cultivation Sect a branch of the ancient death sect? Is most of your transformation magic obtained this way? Because of the thanks of these living beings?"

"No, my transformation magic is all learned by myself, but the thanks of the dead have enhanced the transformation magic. Otherwise, do you think a normal owl can really grab a human-shaped you and fly up?"

Although the young officer took a step first, because the effect of the acorn Xia De ate was still there, they could easily know his location.

After burying the horse, they continued to set off, but at this time the night had completely arrived. The owl grabbed the cat and flew towards the moon in the night sky, and finally followed York Bront to the "Twilight Forest Outpost".

He first went to find his superior to cancel his leave, and did not leave here again that night. So the two who followed checked his residence in the military camp and let Xia De find an opportunity to determine the time curse and paradox worm at close range.

Also because of delaying so much time, when the red-haired girl who was reading alone in the room closed the book with satisfaction and heard Little Mia's weak meow coming to the window, it was already eight o'clock that night.

She pushed open the window, watching the owl grabbing the silver cat and flying in the night of the city:

"How is it, is there any result from the investigation?"

The two turned into human forms separately. Miss Winslet went out to call Miss Bell to prepare dinner. Xia De, who had maintained the cat state for too long, twisted his neck a few times:

"We met the prince of Karsenrik, but he is not important.

Know who the time traveler is, York Bront, the person we saw at the concert hall. In addition, he is a three-ring warlock, has a time curse on him, but I didn't find the paradox worm for the time being."

When Miss Winslet came back, Xia De was even sitting on the sofa holding Little Mia and telling the story of the "horse".

And the knowledgeable librarian lady thought for a while, and actually had a guess about this:

"Flora, Xia De, do you know something called 'Death Apostle'?"

Xia De and the witch both shook their heads, and the eighteen-year-old red-haired girl was not surprised:

"This is what I saw in a book in the Academy library. There are very few books recording this kind of thing. Since you both know that Chosen One of Death, Sister Daifulin, you should know more or less about the so-called 'Predestined Death'.

Simply put, when a person's life exceeds the life he should have, that is, by relying on some tricks rather than regular means to get rid of the fate of death, then he will become a so-called 'Death Apostle'. This existence is no different from its normal race, but needs to suck the life force of other lives to maintain itself, otherwise it will fall into a long sleep close to death.

As long as the 'Death Apostle' sucks enough life force, it is almost truly immortal itself. Not only that, the book says that the power and speed of this thing are frighteningly fast, and it also masters some strange life and death spells. Immortality and physical transformation are just the most basic talents among them."

The witch shook her head:

"Danister, I have never heard of this thing."

"Very normal, only existences that have used 'tricks' to play with death and get rid of predestined death will become Death Apostles. This requirement is very strict, even more difficult than finding relics like immortality medicine. This kind of thing has never appeared in the entire Sixth Era.

If it weren't for the fact that I had read that book in the Academy, I probably wouldn't have thought of it either. Of course, the above is also purely speculation, maybe there are other monsters similar to this that we don't know."