Chapter 2644

Facing the witch's questioning, Xia De gave a direct answer:

"Yes, of course I know about Marguerite's right to the throne.

I have already agreed with Marguerite that if she needs political help, the political forces of Delarion and the Secret Intelligence Service will help her as much as possible. But in my opinion, Marguerite herself has many methods, and now that she has become a witch apprentice, she is already very close to the throne."

Although her becoming a witch apprentice also had a lot to do with Xia De.

Xia De said honestly, Miss Danister on the side chuckled, while Miss Wensley opened her mouth slightly, then shook her head abruptly:

"I don't care what you do anymore! I just know that someone like you, how could you be content with a plain and ordinary life? You are definitely not the famous detective who stays safely in Tobesk as the records say. I don't care anymore! Galina doesn't care about you, and I have no reason to care about you either. Whatever relationship you and Marguerite want to have, just have it."

Miss Danister then gave Xia De a look, and Xia De went to hold the witch's hand, only to have it pulled away by her. Seeing that Xia De didn't try again, the witch took the initiative to grab his hand instead:

"I admit I was surprised just now, but I want to see what other secrets you have."

"Alright then, let's get back to business. We got York Bronte's hair yesterday, so did you find the location of that old family cemetery last night using Bone-Seeking Art?"

Miss Wensley sat down on the sofa:

"Found it. Seeing that you didn't come this morning, Danister and I went into the woods to confirm the general direction."

She signaled for her apprentice, who hadn't spoken all this time, to spread the map on the coffee table:

"It's in the woods southeast of the city, roughly in this area. Although we found the specific location, we didn't enter that forest directly."

"This was out of safety considerations."

The red-haired girl took over the conversation and handed the document bag under the coffee table to Xia De:

"Didn't you ask the Night Song elves of the Academy a few days ago to help look for the black-mist-state death monsters they encountered in this forest during the Fifth Era? News finally came this morning. Ancient documents and materials mentioned some of the things you said.

The ancient Night Song elves called it the 'Mourner'. The elves only recorded that it possessed terrifying instant-death attack capabilities and marked the location where it often appeared, which is the forest area detected by Flora's Bone-Seeking Art."

Xia De said while checking the information:

"So, the so-called 'God of Death' that Theodore Bronte found and wanted to seek immortality from back then is this monster... Wait, the records say the Night Song elves believed that the 'Mourner' was sealed by a powerful witch in the mid-Fifth Era?"

He was a bit surprised.

"The information should be correct, but it's been so long, it's normal for the seal to have problems."

Miss Wensley said, but Xia De wasn't surprised that the seal was opened; rather, he suspected that the one who sealed this monster back then might have been that "candidate" Great Witch of Death, Ms. Brock. If they could eventually be sent out of Black Sand Wharf by Xia De, then as a candidate Great Witch, she also had the responsibility to deal with this matter.

"We don't know exactly what abilities it has, or whether it's sleeping or active now, so we didn't enter that area. Xia De, you decide. The power of the so-called 'Mourner' will definitely not be weaker than a Death Apostle. Which one should we deal with first?"

"Go to the cemetery first. Although the Night Song elves didn't record it, I know it doesn't like water."

Xia De stood up as he said this, and the one who stood up with him was, of course, Miss Wensley. As the Great Witch of Death, she was more adept at dealing with this kind of monster than Miss Danister:

"You actually know things that even the elves didn't record."

York Bronte was still in the city this morning, so the owl flew directly to the forest with the cat. Since the location had already been detected, the owl dropped the cat on the ground outside the dangerous forest at 11:00 AM.

She spread her wings and flew over the cat's head. As Xia De bent down to stand up, the human-shaped witch also descended from the sky and was caught in Xia De's arms.

She didn't step back, her golden eyes staring straight at Xia De, and then she leaned forward to kiss him, but it was just a touch and then she pulled away:

"They can do it, so I can too. You can tell Galina that I kissed you... this doesn't feel like much, why do they like kissing so much?"

But Xia De felt that if he really told Galina, the Duchess would only mock him for kissing an owl:

"So you kissed me just because you saw Marguerite do it just now?"

The witch's face flushed red:

"Of course not. Does liking beautiful things need a reason? Instead of watching you be defiled and damaged by them, I might as well..."

She felt that this way of saying it seemed to have a big problem, so to cover up her embarrassment, she actually reached out to grab Xia De's collar:

"They can all like you, can't I?"

"Did you learn this from a knight novel?"

Xia De asked, and even the witch laughed. She let go of Xia De's collar and straightened it for him, and finally patted it thoughtfully:

"Xia De, I'm not that kind of casual girl. I just fancy you now, don't misunderstand other things. Let's continue walking inside... let's not tell Galina about today's matter, let's wait until she can come to Vistalin... let me tell you quietly, actually, her temper isn't as good as you said."

This area was no different from the surroundings. It should have overlapped with the "edge of life and death," but not a single breath of death could be felt.

When Xia De and the witch passed through the woods and saw the old cemetery that looked abandoned, if it weren't for the fact that the layout here was exactly the same as in 1787, they would have almost thought they had found the wrong place.

"Be careful."

Xia De warned, but reached out and pressed the badge hanging on his chest. The badge did not sense the power of the angel's bones.

The abandoned old cemetery was overgrown with weeds, and even the outer stone walls and fences were covered with climbing plants. The late autumn cemetery was also golden. Miss Wensley first cast a detection-type miracle to confirm there were no problems before the two entered.

Not in a hurry to look for clues, they first came to the corner of the cemetery where the coffin was buried in the edge of life and death in 1787. But there was nothing there, just a very ordinary flat ground. Even if they dug up the soil, nothing was buried underneath.

Because it was the real world, those souls were not there. But there were other clues here. At least the bones of every member of the Bronte family were here, or rather, the bones here were not just the ancestors of the Bronte family.

When the two went deep into the underground tomb to confirm the state of those bones, the witch, who didn't know what kind of spell she was using to sense the bones, suddenly said:

"There are bones behind that wall, and a lot of them."

She pointed to the wall in the deepest part of the underground tomb, so Xia De used "Enhanced Spatial Perception" to confirm:

"There is a large space behind it, but it doesn't connect to the outside world. It's not a secret passage, it should just be a dark room."

After reaching out and knocking twice to confirm the thickness and material of the wall, Xia De pressed his hand on the wall and melted the entire wall with the "Fossil to Mud" spell.

The illuminating light ball flew in first, illuminating the mountain of bones piled up inside, as well as two tables that looked like operating tables and some shelves with alchemical items and potions. Xia De went to check the shelves, and Miss Wensley bent down to check the bones.

Xia De didn't reach any conclusion, only confirming that these items were used for human experiments. There were a bunch of similar things in the laboratory on Green Lake Island. However, relying on his perception, he found an experimental record, and then understood that this was York Bronte trying to use his own blood to create something similar to himself, so as to help his family achieve immortality.

It's just that these cruel experiments seemed to have no effect at all. The last experimental record was dated fifteen years ago, and he probably gave up this line of thinking at that time.

He informed the witch of his discovery, and the witch looked at the mountain of withered bones with some sadness:

"The souls of these people have all disappeared. This is not just a laboratory; Bronte also brought his food back here to eat. The freshest bones here are probably from half a month ago. Although it seems that the frequency of him eating human life force is not high, the victims over so many years..."

She had a very deep feeling about this miserable way of death:

"Please find a way to enter the edge of life and death to confirm the situation. We need to deal with Bronte immediately. Although the disappeared souls cannot be saved, at least the murderer must be punished."

Xia De was observing this secret room with "Blood Echo," but he couldn't see anything except the thick blood stains everywhere. And listening with "Echo of the Past" didn't yield any useful clues; no one had been here recently.

He was silent for a moment:

"I haven't found a way to enter the edge of life and death of this era yet."

The witch didn't say anything either, just moved a little closer to Xia De:

"Sorry, I shouldn't have made such a request... If I were still at the eleventh level, maybe I could... lend me that bottle of umbilical cord, I will try to open the door and ferry us to that world."

Her hand reached out to Xia De, but was grabbed by Xia De. The handsome young man got an inspiration, but wasn't sure if it was possible:

"Don't think about deepening your curse. Why are you and her always like this?"

"But..."

"Although there is no way, I didn't say it couldn't be tried. Let's go, leave the underground first. If I remember correctly, didn't we find a river nearby when we were in 1787? Since you mentioned ferrying, then I will try to ferry."