Chapter 2951: Different Early Winter Mornings

Although everyone knew the special relationship between Xia De and Luvia, seeing this scene happen before their eyes, the witches' feelings were still hard to describe. At this time, the footsteps in the forest finally came behind them. Megan and Miss Olanod walked at the front, while Ajelina followed in the middle of the team.

The little princess poked her head to look over here, and then saw the hot spring with steam rising, surrounded by silver curtains, and saw two figures in the hot spring, but she didn't see them clearly.

"Where is Xia De? Is she okay?"

Megan asked Vanessa anxiously. The little witch raised her short boots and stepped on the snow surface with some unhappiness. In the slight vibration of the snow surface, the edge of the pond appeared slightly raised under the silver curtains:

"Don't worry about him anymore. Luvia is treating him."

Megan raised her eyebrows and looked at the hot spring again, and then understood. However, she didn't have too many thoughts. After all, according to the schedule, it would be their sisters' turn tomorrow night:

"Treat him if you want to treat him. Alright, let's not stand here."

"Yes, let's go back first. I'll go call Dorothy, and by the way, prepare to establish a long-term camp nearby. If the characteristics of this hot spring are really the same as what Xia De said, the value here is probably the biggest gain since we arrived in the Vista woodlands."

Galina also said so and asked the elf girl who had been absent-minded since just now:

"This forest is your territory. Can we use it?"

The blonde elf waved her hand:

"This place is not mine. I just live in the tree house temporarily. You can use this forest as you like. I will provide you with a method to travel freely. But please don't cut down the forest or make large-scale terrain changes. This is the home of the land-running birds."

Galina nodded, and when leaving with everyone, she also pulled Ajelina, so that her young grand-niece would not look at the silver curtain again.

The thirteenth-ring sorceress cast an illusion that perfectly blocked the figures in the warmth, and of course, no sound could be transmitted, so even if Ajelina looked carefully, she couldn't see anything. So the little princess followed everyone and left here temporarily. Galina handed the work of notifying Dorothy to her. The Duchess didn't want to tell Princess Leicia about tonight's "activities."

Of course, Ajelina didn't know at this time that the giant who was hugged from behind by a silver figure in the night sky tonight would enter her dreams again. The effect of "Astonishing Wisdom" still existed. The little princess who knew "Xia De is Suren, Suren is Xia De" would probably see something in that chaotic fate again tonight.

Of course, at least at this moment, tonight was calm. The starry sea hung upside down above the Vista woodlands. People in the city were still excitedly talking about the abnormal celestial phenomenon just now and guessing the connection between this and the abnormal weather that had been going on all winter.

And by the water pool in the dense forest, the moonlight shone on the pink essence bottle stuck obliquely into the snow surface. That ambiguous pink light was as clear as crystal and as charming as a lover's eyes.

(Iruna is praying...)

On Wednesday morning, Tobesk, which had not yet welcomed its first snow this winter, was still full of vitality. People wearing winter clothes walked through the choking thick fog on the streets. The hissing sound of air leakage by their ears was from somewhere on the street where a steam pipe was leaking.

Ice extended from the sewer to the street. The man passing by with thick gloves and a newspaper complained in a low voice about the inaction of the City Hall, tightened the scarf his wife had woven for him, and complained in his heart that he had to go to work so early in such cold weather.

The boy who had just sold him the newspaper walked in the opposite direction. He used his frozen red hands to grasp those 1-penny copper coins, thinking about selling the newspapers in a while, then gathering with his friends in front of the warmest wall in the alley, and eating the roasted potatoes left over from last night.

The front-page news in the newspaper was still reporting on the grain prices since the beginning of winter, while the news about His Majesty the King's winter mobilization order was squeezed into the second page in a low-key manner. It was just that the old gentleman reading the newspaper in the carriage knew that this was the most valuable content of this newspaper. And when he threw the cigarette butt out of the carriage window, he was very satisfied that the sleeve stained with the smell of thick soup only had the smell of spices.

The cigarette butt landed and bounced, and a few sparks splashed. The boy selling newspapers bent down and picked up the cigarette butt quickly. The patch on his pants was exposed by his bending movement. That patch was facing the Old John Antique Shop behind him. At this time, the antique shop opened early as usual. After all, Old John lived on the second floor of the shop and could solicit business after getting up and washing.

Breakfast was bought from the corner of the street, morning tea was brewed by himself, and the morning newspaper was delivered by a young man who performed very diligently for cheap wages.

The only thing the old man, who lived comfortably this morning, had to do was to study the intelligence sent by the 【Light-Guiding Cult】. The daily intelligence update of the Cult was generally twice a week. Today was only Wednesday, so this extra intelligence meant that something big must have happened yesterday.

"I guess it's some situation in the Vista woodlands again. The rift of the apocalypse is ridiculous enough. What is it this time?"

He thought about the intelligence that shouldn't have been leaked to the outside world, opened the "Modern Popular Novel Guide" in his hand, and pressed his hand on page thirteen:

"Where the Light-Guider is, burn the last candle."

So a circular hole appeared on the page. Old John reached his hand into it and took out a waterproof cowhide document bag.

Unwinding the thread wrapped around the paper buckle, he took out the document and found there were only two pages. He glanced at the title while supporting his reading glasses:

"Disaster of the Moon - Moon of Madness? What is this situation? Isn't the matter of the Vista woodlands not resolved yet? The Chosen One of the moon is also going to appear? It wouldn't really be the detective, would it?"

Muttering in his heart, he didn't read the encrypted report immediately, but shook the document bag again, and two photos fell out immediately.

Ordinary cameras could not photograph some existences that were too powerful or weird. This was not that they couldn't be recorded, but that the camera might explode on the spot or accidentally record the curse as well.

Therefore, even if Ringed Shushi used cameras to record information, the film and photo paper would not be ordinary goods. The two photos Old John picked up at this time were this kind of special photo. Because of the high technical power of the Ringed Shushi, the photos were even in color.

The first one was a red night sky. Although it didn't use photo paper that could make the picture move, it was enough to make the old man frown:

"It really is... How many people died in the Vista woodlands last night?"

Thinking while picking up the teacup, he looked at the second photo. He originally thought the photographer would risk recording more details of the "Blood Moon," but what he saw was a huge glowing human figure appearing in the upper left corner of the photo. Behind the human figure was a halo that couldn't be seen clearly at all, just like a light shadow error caused by a camera shooting mistake.

"What is this?"

He put down the photo and looked at it carefully, and only then did he see from the whole composition that a giant appeared in front of the blood moon, but the more he looked at the figure, the more familiar it felt.

So the old man hurriedly picked up the document to decipher it. After reading a rough idea, he took off his reading glasses and almost put the second photo in front of his eyes to look at it:

"How is this possible?"

"God-Caller" could call the gods of the moon, which was almost something everyone knew. But last night, it was very clear that absolutely no god appeared. But the power displayed by the God-Caller was very similar to the "Demigod God-Favored One" recorded in ancient books.

If the "God-Calling" of the past could be explained as the "God-Caller" using the power of time to call for the help of ancient gods, then the appearance of a God-Favored One confirmed that there were still gods in the current time point.

"Could it be that the ancient god of the Silver Moon really hasn't left yet? In the current Sixth Era, is there really still an ancient god?"

The old man thought in shock while grabbing his hair. After hesitating for a moment, he picked up the letter paper and wanted to write a letter to the detective who was definitely not in the city, but after writing it, he burned the letter paper and changed it to just inviting him to sit in the antique shop when he had time.

And the Vista woodlands, which had been overcast for a week thousands of miles away, finally welcomed good weather today.

The maids who set off from the ship had already arrived in the forest in the snow. Led by Tifa, who was holding Little Mia, and Matilda, who was holding Xia De's change of clothes, the other maids held the clothes and towels of Luvia and Dorothy and other sundries.

The maids hadn't been here last night, but the witches had made marks before leaving, so they weren't worried about going the wrong way. The warm sunshine in the morning made the silver light that was very obvious at night no longer appear, but the area floating with heat was still easy to find.

The silver curtain surrounding the hot spring still existed, so the maid ladies who arrived at the pond couldn't see the situation in the hot spring. They all stopped on the periphery of the hot spring, and a pair of shiny black small leather shoes reflected the morning sun passing through the treetops together with the snow surface:

"Master, are you awake?"

The black-haired maid chief from the North used such a title, but neither the maids from the South nor the North dared to have any opinions.

The voice of Xia De came from the curtain:

"Is that Tifa? Good morning, I mean I'm awake. You put the clothes and towels by the pond, wait in the forest outside, and we'll go back to have breakfast together in a while."

"Meow!"

Hearing Xia De's voice, the cat jumped from the maid chief's arms toward the silver curtain, and then returned to Tifa's arms along the same path after a "Meow~".

This was not because the cat was afraid of water, but more like Xia De threw it back. The maid ladies smiled and put the clothes and sundries by the pond. And when they turned around and walked toward the forest again, almost everyone looked at the pink small bottle that was shining with ambiguous light in the morning light.

The essence in the bottle was full. ===== CHAPTER 2952 =====