Chapter 2663

The young man on the oil painting is riding a pure white glowing unicorn facing the darkness. Apart from that, the background is dim and unclear. This is clearly depicting the scene of the two of them inside the coffin yesterday morning.

The witch was quite proud of this:

"Simple composition can reflect painting skills. I have rarely painted this kind of simple oil painting in recent years, but it seems that my level has not regressed."

Miss Danister also came to the side of the two at this time and asked with a smile:

"Flora, don't you feel that this is very wrong? You turned into a unicorn and were ridden on the back by Xia De. Girls usually try their best not to let others know about this kind of thing. Why did you paint it?"

The red-haired girl and the witch had lived together for nearly two months, and their relationship was very harmonious, so she could say this kind of thing.

And the witch didn't care at all:

"Being able to transform into a unicorn is my pride, it is the proof of my being a master of transformation. As for letting Xia De... that's a small problem, and you won't tell others, right?"

Everyone shook their heads, so Miss Winslet crossed her arms and continued to admire her work:

"The first one is Xia De throwing the moon wheel alone, the second one is the dance of the three of Xia De and Miss Beiya, and the third one is Xia De and me. Oh, I can't imagine what the effect will be when the six paintings are put together.

I am so happy this autumn, being able to see so many stories, being able to know you... Xia De, what is the plan for today?"

"Margaret has already investigated the whereabouts of the professor when the Golden Music Hall was renovated. The other party is in Vista City now. However, before looking for that professor, I want to see if there are any memories left in this soul."

He took out the soul core, and the three of them returned to the sofa to sit down. The witch checked:

"How come it is so much more complete than yesterday?"

"I have already found the soul offered by York Bronte in that coffin, and the paradox worm has also been solved."

So the witch nodded:

"No problem, I can help explore his memories, but I need to prepare. Charlotte~ come and help."

Taking advantage of the witch preparing for the ritual, Miss Danister also told Xia De about the church's actions yesterday. Yesterday evening, after the church received the letter from the black market and learned the secrets of Bronte, the Mourner, and the Dead Apostle, it immediately blocked the Bronte Manor and controlled everyone who had a blood relationship with the Bronte family.

At the same time, Margaret also said this morning that Baron Bronte, who is an army staff officer, that is, the eldest son of Theodore Bronte, has been controlled. The investigation into their family will last for a long time. The church will only release them after confirming that the bloodline of this family is completely fine, but their newly born descendants will also be continuously monitored to prevent intergenerational inheritance.

But this is not the most critical point. The most critical point is that the explanation Xia De asked Miss Bell to write mentioned "suspected that the Bronte family knew about Theodore Bronte's immortality, otherwise it is impossible to explain that Theodore Bronte could use the identities of different generations of the family," so the entire Bronte family is currently suspected of being "heretics."

This is a very serious accusation. Therefore, in the current undercurrent, the reason for the arrest of the Royal Army staff officer's family is officially stated as "suspected of conducting illegal occult research." This is a felony in both Delarion and Karsenrik. Even if it is proven later that other members of the Bronte family are innocent, I am afraid that the family's title will not be kept.

Of course, Xia De does not think they are innocent.

The Bronte family is a traditional noble in Creekwood Town, and their arrest is bound to cause a lot of trouble in Vista City. Xia De is quite curious about who else among the locals who knew the secret of the tree hole generations ago will be the next to jump out.

Reading the memories of a soul is not a difficult thing. The difficulty this time is that the soul only has the purest core part left. But fortunately, the great witch of death still has some skills. After preparing, Xia De got up to help close the doors and windows, and Miss Danister cast a spell to block the perception of the outside world to the room.

After everything was ready, the furniture in the living room was temporarily cleared, and a complex ritual base was arranged on the floor. After lighting the dark blue candles, the temperature in the room dropped significantly, making the cat meow with dissatisfaction.

Then the frozen soul was transferred to the bowl containing magic potion in the center of the ritual. As everyone approached the wall, the witch covered the ritual venue with the spiritual light of her own destiny ring, and the soul flew up from the magic potion, and then a series of pictures were displayed.

Even the great witch of death could not read all the memories of this soul at this time, so these pictures were just the most profound part of the soul's memories.

After a series of rapidly flashing pictures, the first continuous and stable picture appeared. Young Theodore Bronte was talking to a middle-aged man sitting behind a desk. The picture was from Theodore Bronte's perspective.

Xia De didn't know the middle-aged man, but Miss Bell knew:

"This is Theodore Bronte's father. There is still his oil painting in the current Bronte mansion."

After finishing speaking, she closed her mouth, and Miss Winslet tried to make the sound in the picture louder.

"Father, so time travel is true!"

The young man's tone was very excited, and the middle-aged man in old-fashioned formal wear sitting behind the desk in the dark study had a somewhat gloomy expression. He put down the quill in his hand:

"Theodore, don't try to travel through time unless the family is in the most urgent situation of destruction. There are more secrets in this world than we ordinary people can guess. Traveling through time does not mean that you have mastered time."

"The notes left by ancestors repeatedly emphasized that traveling through time means being cursed by time. You are sixteen years old this year and have come of age, so I will tell you this. I hope you will keep this secret in the future, and then tell your eldest son, until one day our descendants need to use this power to save the family."

The middle-aged man looked at his son, who had an excited expression. He knew his son too well:

"Our family does not currently master the tree hole, but even if you find those terrible tree holes, don't use them. Theodore, the only thing I can give you is advice. The disaster brought by rashly traveling through time is much more than the benefits."

"Most of the traditional families in Creekwood Town have more or less secrets, but guess why no family has suddenly become rich or suddenly mastered power until now?"

And the young man continued to ask his father excitedly:

"Father, then have you tried..."

"No, and I won't try. Ancestors left warnings. Some bugs will be attracted by people who use tree holes. And judging from those ancient legends, the origin of Creekwood Town seems to be related to these tree holes. We seem to have assumed some responsibility."

The voice gradually became low, and this picture ended here.

The red-haired girl then said to Xia De:

"The Bronte family should have ancient information about the tree hole."

"It's just that I don't know if the church can find it. I don't think Theodore Bronte, who has lived for so many years and considers himself immortal, would put those materials in their home, but he doesn't seem to have any divination talent. Let's see if the Diviner Association can help find those materials."

Next, a series of discontinuous pictures flashed by, and then the second picture with sound appeared.

This picture was still from Theodore Bronte's perspective, but there was no second person in the picture. He was walking fast in a narrow cave similar to a burrow, and the position was constantly downward. After a few minutes of invalid pictures, he arrived at the bottom of the burrow and smashed the stone wall with a pickaxe.

A stone tablet appeared in the ruins of the stone wall, but it only flashed by, because Theodore Bronte immediately looked at the coffin locked by rusty rune chains behind the stone wall.

"Wait a minute, can you look at that stone tablet again?"

Xia De asked, and the witch manipulated the picture to play backward. The full picture of the stone tablet was presented to everyone, and it was in Elvish. Although the picture was very dark, Xia De successfully translated the content on it:

"The general meaning is that a witch assisted the Night Song Elves in sealing a monster known as the 'Mourner'. The elves buried the coffin used for sealing here and set up rituals on the periphery to prevent people from entering it by mistake."

"They recorded this and hoped that later generations would not touch the existing seal. And if the seal has had an accident, they let later generations go directly to the great witch of death of the Witch Council. The Council should have records of this matter, and the great witch of death will re-seal the monster."

After Xia De finished speaking, everyone looked at Miss Winslet, who looked a little embarrassed:

"The records of the Council were scattered a lot during the Witch Emperor War at the end of the Fifth Era and the subsequent era changes. When those elves left records, it was probably the heyday of the Council. They didn't expect that the Council would be so..."

She was too embarrassed to continue.

So the picture continued. Because the peripheral seal set by the elves had been seriously damaged, Theodore Bronte came into contact with the coffin directly after successfully cutting off those rune chains.

Some black mist seeped out from the gap in the coffin lid, and then the picture ended abruptly, so the witch explained:

"The power of the Mourner is very special. It does not allow itself to be recorded. Unless directly observed, its true existence cannot be known."

Then another series of pictures flashed by, and the picture froze on Theodore Bronte reaching out and pinching a woman's neck, and then strangling her to death alive.

The red-haired girl showed an unbearable expression:

"What is this again, and who is this woman?"