Chapter 2866: The Angel Declaring the End

Xia De bought the flowers and generously didn't ask for change, but the little flower-selling girl walked away quickly after thanking him. Xia De thought this might be because the girl saw that these flowers were to be given to different people.

Speaking of which, the Outlander also thought he was not romantic enough. He rarely gave flowers, let alone regularly giving gifts to everyone.

【But at least Vanessa Bernice has that ring, so she shouldn't want more flowers.】

"She" said with a smile, but Xia De thought that even if Vanessa had the ring, she would still be very happy to see roses.

It was just that the quantity of nine was obviously not enough. Except for Grandma Cassandra, there were

【Should we count Danister Gustav?】

"She" kindly reminded him again, so Xia De decided to buy more and hoard them, so that there would be no mistakes at critical moments:

"Does this count as me finding things for myself to do?"

Thinking this in his heart, he sighed again. When he was about to get up and leave this place, he saw the glass of wine in front of him:

"People always say that one should drink when feeling sorrowful... anyway, I won't get drunk, might as well give it a try."

So he picked up the glass of rye beer and gulped it down, then felt that he missed the carbonated drinks from his hometown even more:

"Now I have the ability to turn food into the candies from my memories. I don't know if I can obtain a wonder that turns water into the drinks from my memories in the future."

"Good evening. Drinking like this, is there something on your mind? Mr. Watson."

Someone pulled out a chair and sat down in the seat that had just become empty across the table. Xia De glanced at the rose temporarily placed on the chair to the side, then looked up at the long-faced man with fuzzy stubble across the table.

He was still wrapped in the brown old-fashioned robe that people in desert regions often wore, which he had been wearing when the two first met in Coldwater Harbor. A brown cloth bag was slung across his body, and that notebook with slightly curled edges had been casually placed on the table.

The gas lamp overhead made the demon scholar's shadow appear exceptionally grotesque on the ground, but the people passing by did not notice this. The crowd surged toward the center of the square, and the nearby vendors were still enthusiastically receiving guests.

So lively and so prosperous, under this starry sky, in this small city among the woods, Xia De and the middle-aged man across the table looked at each other for a few seconds, and looking at those black eyes, he smiled:

"Mr. Xiao En Asmon, good evening."

"Yes, we meet again, Mr. Watson. Just seeing your back when you were buying flowers, I knew someone would be available to chat tonight."

The demon scholar had that grotesque smile he usually displayed on his face. Xia De put down his wine glass and said:

"There is something on my mind. You see, everyone is here celebrating the festival today, but I am drinking here alone. Only people with things on their minds would do this."

He signaled for the waiter at the busy tavern stall to come over and ordered new drinks and snacks for the two of them, only then saying to the man with the usual strange smile across the table:

"We meet again, Mr. Asmon. Since we parted in Moon Bay, I have been wondering when I would see you next. Now that the entire autumn has ended, we have met unexpectedly at the festival celebration in Vesta City in this winter that is about to snow. This sounds interesting, doesn't it? We are always meeting in different cities, but every time it is just drinking and chatting. Traditional novels describing wandering knights actually have similar plots."

It seems that every time he meets this "demon scholar," the element of "rose" is nearby. Either it is a hotel or tavern with the word "rose" in it, or there are roses nearby. Last time in Moon Bay, it was even Xia De seeing a book with the word "rose" in it.

After he finished speaking, he raised his new wine glass to Mr. Asmon, while the "demon scholar" across the table pressed his left arm against his leg, leaned his body forward, and kept his head slightly lowered, but his eyes were staring straight at Xia De across the table.

The arc of his mouth turning upward almost reached the limit of a human being. If this expression were not seen in such a lively scene, normal people would probably feel a chill in their hearts.

So Xiao En Asmon extended his right hand to pick up his wine glass and clinked it lightly with Xia De's. The dense crowd of people passing by only thought that this was friends meeting. The noisy human voices mixed with the high-pitched singing of the bards, and it felt as if they had returned to every meeting in the past.

Xia De only took a small sip of his wine this time, and when he put down his wine glass, he found that Mr. Asmon had already finished the wine in his glass.

"Mr. Asmon, are you here in Creekwood Town to look for devils again this time? I arrived a step before you. Have you heard about the rumors of the abnormal fire from hundreds of years ago?"

His mood was a bit heavy just now, so Xia De also wanted to find someone to chat with.

The demon scholar with the bluish stubble across the table nodded:

"I came here precisely because of this rumor. Come to think of it, this is truly a place of hidden treasures, isn't it? Many secret and obscure local stories seem to be telling those ancient, unspeakable secrets. It's just a pity that before I could visit that Director Kant, the newspaper said their family had been arrested by the church."

Xia De then asked with a smile:

"Didn't you say that although you investigate and search for information on devils, you actually don't like to come into contact with things directly related to them in any way?"

Mr. Xiao En Asmon nodded lightly, his black eyes still staring at Xia De's face. He always spoke to Xia De like this:

"But sometimes we also need to take risks, don't we? Mr. Watson, pursuing the legends of devils can never always be safe."

If he could ask the man from the Jin De Er family from back then who suggested he go for a walk in the woods and thus encountered the dragon egg, Xia De might not need to go and trade with that demon again.

So at four o'clock in the afternoon, the owl flew urgently from the city to the woods, and at that time Xia De happened to return to Tuo Bei Si Ke to retrieve the 【Demon Hunter's Notes】 and the extra 【Demon Hunting Seal】, and took the opportunity to visit Priest Ao Gu Si to purchase a batch of potions, so he couldn't go along.

Because of this, when he returned from the woods to the Glory Messenger, he happened to run into the blonde Countess "teaching" the owl a lesson.

That was in a corner of the cruise ship's banquet hall, where the dejected Fu Luo La listened to Bei La Bei Lin De Er saying things like "so careless," "you are not an apprentice anymore," and "if it weren't for the coincidence."

It seemed that the Great Witch of Fate and her party had just arrived from Moon Bay. Xia De then asked the blonde maid standing behind the Countess with his eyes. The gentle maid chief of the Southern Kingdom smiled and shook her head, and only then did Xia De continue to walk towards them:

"Good afternoon, how was the journey, Bei Lin De..."

"Call me Bella directly! When I went to visit Jia Lin Na who was recuperating, she told me! During the time I was away, except for Grandma Ka Shan De La, you have stopped using honorifics for everyone else!"

The Countess with a beautiful red birthmark on her forehead said to Xia De with the momentum she had just used to lecture the owl, which also gave him a fright:

"Okay, I will call you by your name directly from now on. Bella, did you just arrive? Why didn't you go to rest?"

"Hmph~"

The Countess then crossed her arms over her chest. She also realized that her tone just now was a bit too fierce, so she tried to make her tone softer:

"I arrived an hour ago. Although you asked me to divine about that Elf a few days ago, I still wanted to say long time no see to you."

Saying this, she hugged Xia De gently. When Fu Luo La looked over, she continued:

"As for why I didn't go to rest, it's because of Fu Luo La and the others. They found a tomb in the dragon beast nest this afternoon, and without carefully investigating, they forcibly performed spirit communication. As a result, Fu Luo La was cursed. She wasn't in her peak state to begin with, and now she can't even maintain human transformation magic, so she was carried back by Xi Wei.

At that time, I had just brought Ma Di Er Da and the others onto the ship, and was greeting Lu Wei Ya and Miss Yi Lai Se on the deck. In the end, Lu Wei Ya and I helped her lift the curse. She is such a grown-up, why is she still like a child from before?"

The Great Witches of this generation did not seem to have close connections in their ordinary identities, but Fu Luo La and Bella were the exceptions.

One came from a Count family in the royal capital of Wei Lun Dai Er City and was a member of a legendary newspaper family; the other came from the Bei Lin De Er family in the City of Wealth, Moon Bay City, and was a wealthy family. When Bella visited the royal capital with her elders when she was young, she met Fu Luo La and maintained their friendship.

They were also the only contemporary Great Witches who knew each other in their girlhood. And it is worth mentioning that the age of the Countess of Moon Bay was older than Fu Luo La, who was now in a state of "running away from home," which was why the Countess spoke to Fu Luo La in the tone of lecturing a younger sister.

Of course, this matter couldn't be blamed entirely on Fu Luo La and Xi Wei. The power imposed on the bones in the tomb originated from an existence more powerful than them combined.

Fu Luo La had checked before attempting spirit communication and found no problems at the time. After the spirit communication began, her soul suffered a reverse impact from the death power. If it weren't for her exceptionally high resistance to instant death, plus carrying many relics that prevented instant death, she might not have lasted until Xi Wei stabilized her condition.

"Is she okay now?"

Hearing this, Xia De reached out to touch Fu Luo La's forehead again. Seeing that the opportunity had finally come, she said very aggrievedly:

"I should be fine, but I still feel a bit cold on my body... Xia De, can you give me some warmth?"

"Of course, no problem, I'll cast the spell—Inner Fire."

Saying this, he grabbed a golden glow from his chest and pressed it against her chest. Fu Luo La then glanced at the Countess on the side and found that the latter was looking at her with a smile. The Witches naturally knew each other's thoughts. But Bella didn't say anything about this; after all, Fu Luo La was genuinely injured.