Chapter 2645

Although Xia De said it was a river, its scale could not be compared with the Aronson River, the fourth largest river in the southern part of the Old Continent that cuts across Vistalin and connects directly to Willandale. However, at least this mountain river was larger than a "creek," so it allowed small boats to pass.

Since the Fifth Era, so much time had passed that the appearance of the forest had changed a lot, so much so that Xia De couldn't tell if this river was the one they passed when they went to Miss Peggy McConner to have her key shattered in the Fifth Era.

He and the witch came to the riverside and threw a small piece of animal bone into the river. As bubbles gurgled up from the river surface, a small old wooden boat floated from under the water to the surface.

Even the Great Witch of Death didn't see anything unusual about this boat; she was just curious why the small boat summoned with bones was made of wood. Then she held Xia De's hand and came to the small wooden boat, but still didn't know what Xia De wanted to do:

"Do you need my cooperation?"

"No need, I'll help you dry it, you just sit down and wait. It may not be successful, but maybe it can."

The origin of this small wooden boat was related to the water area in death. In the Battle of Green Lake, it was proven that it had the ability to "travel through space," plus the God of Ferrying had let him experience the power of "ferrying," so Xia De thought of using it to go to the edge of life and death at this time.

It was just that after the witch sat down and the boat started slowly, Xia De realized that his boat had no oars and was driven entirely by his own thoughts. And he wanted to grasp the feeling of supporting the god's boat when he was at "Black Sand Wharf." If there were no oars, the feeling would be wrong.

The length of the "Staff of Yggdrasil" was not enough, so in the end, he had to find a long piece of wood from the shore and let the witch use transformation magic to turn it into the shape of an oar.

Then the small boat went quietly upstream in the river. The sitting witch first appreciated the scenery on both sides of the shore, then appreciated Xia De who was rowing at the stern, and confirmed again that his physical state was the so-called "natural body," which was the most aesthetically pleasing to humans.

Once one starts to let their imagination run wild when doing nothing, thoughts easily run to places one wouldn't expect. In the sound of splashing water, she thought of Princess Marguerite Anjou being attracted by his appearance, then thought of the scene she saw this morning, and while her face was slightly red, she felt even more heartbroken by what the Princess said.

"Galina must have done more excessive things to him. Really, they don't know how to cherish beautiful things at all."

Complaining about Galina in her heart, complaining about Marguerite, and then complaining about the lack of important parts in the education of princesses by the Anjou royal family, she then thought of Emma Sylvia's attitude towards Xia De:

"Emma actually wanted Xia De to be her apprentice? Hmph, really shameless. I guess she must have other ideas. Who doesn't know that it's an unspoken rule for witches to move their hands and feet on their apprentices?"

Then she thought from the Great Witch of Space to the Great Witch of Earth, that is, Marguerite's true teacher:

"What's going on with Vanessa? Speaking of which, I forgot to ask this morning. Since she knew Marguerite and Xia De had an affair, how could she agree to Marguerite becoming her apprentice? It couldn't really be for everyone's benefit, wanting the Council to get involved in the politics and royal power of the Old Continent, right?"

Thinking and thinking, the thought of "how did the Witch Council become like this" surged up again with heartbreak. However, she didn't blame Xia De, nor did she think Xia De was a "succubus" who disrupted the Council, just very strange why everyone couldn't resist the temptation.

【Look around.】

The "other me" in her ear reminded her softly, and the witch who was letting her imagination run wild suddenly realized that a layer of mist had appeared on the river at some point. But it was a clear autumn morning, and it was impossible for such an abrupt mist to appear naturally in the forest.

She looked at Xia De again, only to find that on the life ring behind Xia De, which she felt was surprisingly large every time she looked at it, the core spirit rune and a whisper spirit rune had already lit up.

If she also had Xia De's "Language Comprehension," she would know that they were 【Time and Space】 and 【True Death】.

The small boat had already sailed into the mist, and the slightly glowing hull carried the two forward steadily. The mist became thicker as the boat continued to go upstream. Flora Wensley didn't ask anything, but turned to look ahead.

After the dense mist reached a certain peak in concentration, it suddenly dissipated, or rather, was replaced by a colder mist of death. The gray-white world appeared in front of the small boat. The rich death made her turn into a cat and jump into Xia De's arms again:

"You really succeeded!"

"Yes, succeeded."

【Outsider, you have gained insights into "ferrying" and "boat."】

He threw away the piece of wood in his hand, then fell onto the boat and breathed heavily, then took out the bottle of pink perfume from his pocket and poured a mouthful for himself. The difficulty of opening a "route" purely by his own power was smaller than he thought, but the consumption was greater than he thought.

But at least this route had been walked once, and the consumption on the return trip would be greatly reduced. In the future, if he wanted to enter here through this method, the consumption would also be very low, so this could be considered a one-time investment.

After Vanessa and the girls from the opera troupe arrived in Tobesk, the perfume bottle had accumulated quite a lot, so drinking a mouthful could relieve Xia De's consumption. It was just that when he put the bottle away, he found the cat in his arms staring at the bottle mouth with its head stretched out, and even made a movement of stretching its head to sniff it.

Xia De often saw this action in Little Mia. Xia De followed the usual practice and pointed at the cat's head with his finger, and then put the bottle away.

The cat witch covered her head with her two front paws:

"Xia De, don't use this kind of addictive drug. I just smelled this scent, and I felt hot all over, and then a lot of inspiration surged out crazily. This is not a good thing, don't use it!"

Xia De then pressed on her little cat head again:

"What are you talking about? This is not a drug, this is a relic derivative."

He pressed the bottle, which was glowing in the mist because of the perfume, against the cat's face:

"Did you feel the whisper element?"

The cat nodded obediently:

"So it's a relic derivative... Isn't it even worse to drink relic derivatives directly?"

She was still a little worried:

"Let me taste it too, that smell is really good. I smelled the scent of a brand new piano opening its lid for the first time, the scent of the unique indigo oil paint I mixed myself, and..."

Xia De certainly wouldn't let her try this perfume, otherwise there would be no need to do anything else this morning.

Leaving the small boat, Xia De simply confirmed the location in the mist, then avoided those meaningless battles, and came all the way to the cemetery in the center of this area.

Visiting here again after more than sixty years, the cemetery was unexpectedly not much different from sixty years ago.

Jack Bronte's fake tomb still existed, but the coffin that served as the "tree hole" was no longer in the tomb—it was in the forest. And when Xia De wanted to push open the door of the auditorium to see Theodore Bronte's mother again, the cat in his arms asked in a low voice:

"Do you feel that the number of undead here has obviously increased? I feel something is very wrong. The power of death in the underground tomb area under our feet is like a bomb about to explode.

Don't use your light spell casually for a while, I'm afraid it will disturb the undead underground."

But at least the ground part of the auditorium was still normal. As the auditorium door was pushed open, the lady wraith that Theodore Bronte's mother had turned into attacked them just as she had sixty years ago.

Sixty years of power accumulation made her stronger. When the pale green flames were blown by her, this time they almost immediately filled every corner of the small auditorium.

"Sunlight Ray!"

Instead of touching the 【Night Watcher】 in the slender box on his back, he used the long staff to thrust forward, and the golden sunlight like a light cannon tore through the sea of fire and bombarded the undead at the end of the auditorium. The lady wraith, who was almost as tall as the auditorium, didn't dodge, but opened her mouth and aimed at the beam of sunlight:

"Awoo!"

In the howling sound like fingernails scratching glass, the pale green flames seemed to ignite the entire body of the wraith directly, and then the green flames appearing from her mouth also sprayed forward like a beam of light.

The hot sunlight collided with the pale green soul fire. The huge spirit even made the small auditorium shake twice, making the cat, who mistakenly thought the death power underground was about to explode, twitch her ears. The golden sunlight melted the cold flames, but soon the cat on Xia De's chest found that Xia De was actually retreating:

"Do you need my help?"

"Not yet. Bronte must have done something to the undead here; her intensity is obviously not right."

Xia De suddenly canceled the spell, and the next second the green flames engulfed the entrance of the small auditorium.

Xia De, who came to the air through "Lagley's Jump," shot a chain from his right hand to lock the chandelier at the top of the auditorium. While his body swung forward due to potential energy, he bit his left hand and swung it forward violently:

"Soul Lash!"

The blood-colored long whip hit the wraith who wanted to raise her head to spit fire head-on. The painful wail at that moment even made Xia De temporarily deaf. This non-damaging miracle had a very good attack effect on the spirit body. The intense pain made the wraith curl up and want to dodge, so the cat in the air opened her mouth and spat out a flash of lightning:

"Miracle - Thunder of Sorrow!"

That almost completely transparent white electric light seemed to have the ability to dissolve resentment. After being hit by this lightning, the wraith's figure began to shrink like a punctured balloon. Xia De didn't let go of this opportunity. Several 【Confinement Halos】 drew arcs of light above the sea of fire and put them on the undead, and then the cat opened her mouth and spat out another electric light.