Chapter 809

The gentlemen in the rain continued to move forward, and a woman appeared in front of the path among the tombstones.

She held a red umbrella in her right hand and a bouquet of flowers in her left hand, squatting in front of a newly erected tombstone. The woman had faded, whitish-brown hair, wore thick autumn clothes, and the red scarf on her neck looked very warm. She had ordinary braids and looked about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, but looking closely, there was an inexplicable sense of old age.

The woman's location was not on the necessary path of Xia De and the doctor, separated from the path by a lawn. But Xia De still stopped, and the doctor glanced at the woman putting flowers in front of the tombstone:

"Friend?"

"Not really, just someone I know... Doctor, wait for me."

"No problem."

So a black umbrella stopped on the path watching this autumn rain, and another umbrella walked towards Marilyn Hendel.

The soul of Joey Barton stood beside the woman watching the tombstone and soon noticed Xia De's arrival. He didn't speak, but turned to nod slightly to Xia De. Xia De walked over and saw the name on the tombstone:

【Joey Desmond Barton】

【Died in late autumn 1853】

【For the beloved】

Until Xia De walked close, Miss Marilyn Hendel realized that someone was walking in the rain. She put down the bouquet and hurriedly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes:

"Mr. Hamilton."

There were some gray lines on her face that were hard to detect, which were symbols of the death curse.

"Haven't left Tobesk yet?"

"The train in two hours, we plan to go to Karsenrik to spend the winter."

Xia De nodded, looking at the simple tombstone, only the name and year of death were written, and the cursive letters 【For the beloved】 were probably the epitaph:

"Didn't expect you to erect a tombstone here."

He said softly.

"Although he is with me forever, after all, I still need to commemorate him... indicating that he has been here..."

Miss Hendel was dressed very thickly and looked a bit weak, and pale lips were the most intuitive performance.

"It's not bad to have a tombstone, at least leaving traces."

Xia De nodded, took out his business card from his pocket and handed it to Miss Hendel:

"If you encounter difficulties that you really can't solve, you can write to me."

He didn't agree with the approach of Joey Barton aside, but Miss Hendel had no enmity with him:

"Wish you a smooth journey."

"Wish you a happy life too."

Miss Hendel bowed slightly to Xia De, then left here with an umbrella. Xia De stood in front of Joey Barton's tombstone watching her back, and then saw Mr. Barton's soul turn to wave goodbye to him.

From beginning to end, Xia De did not communicate with Joey Barton. After all, there was nothing worth saying.

Miss Miss Jia Lin Na got some information about the Chosen One from Barton on Wednesday night, and in return gave Marilyn Hendel, who had just been resurrected and had no money, a bearer draft. Where this woman carrying the sinful soul and death curse would go next, Xia De had no way of knowing, but they must embark on the road of redeeming the soul.

For those souls, and for themselves.

【She has become a ring warlock.】

The voice in his ear whispered in the sound of the rain, and Miss Hendel's figure gradually blurred in the rain. Xia De reached out and touched Barton's tombstone, his tightly frowned brows relaxed, he suddenly smiled, then turned and returned to the path to join the doctor.

The doctor did not ask about the identity of the person just now. After joining Xia De, he continued to walk forward, talking about their topic:

"The detective in your house just said that mortals will eventually die, and no one can escape."

Xia De nodded slightly:

"But some people left, came back, and didn't want to leave."

This refers to Count Darak.

"But some people left and didn't want to look back."

This refers to Detective Sparrow Hamilton, who seemed to have put down all burdens.

"But some people would rather come back just to redeem another soul."

This refers to Marilyn Hendel who just left.

The doctor shook his head and did not comment on this:

"Isn't this the story of life? Other people's lives, other people's stories, other people's choices. You are a passerby in their lives, witnessing other people's stories to write your own story."

Xia De sighed, and the doctor continued in a brisk tone:

"It's not just that mortals will eventually die, even all things have a day of ending. This is the rule of this world. Although ruthless and cruel, this is fairness."

The doctor gave an example:

"For example, I don't want my boots to never break, so I have no excuse to buy new boots."

"Actually, you can buy a new pair even if the boots are not broken... forget it, this is not important."

Saying goodbye to Miss Hendel, Xia De didn't know why, his mood improved a bit:

"But all things have a beginning and an end, which is indeed a good thing. The world is not solidified, some come, some go. This is a dynamic balance, which is really fair."

The doctor deeply agreed:

"Just like you and Sparrow Hamilton. That detective left, but you came. Perhaps, our city really needs Detective Hamilton!"

The blue-eyed doctor joked, and Xia De also looked at the autumn rain with a smile:

"Although you all call me a detective, this autumn, I haven't completed a few decent commissions. I plan to take a good rest in Tobesk in winter, expand my career planning, and not be so busy."

Although ring warlocks earn much more than ordinary detectives, the identity of a detective is a necessity for the Outsider to live in the civilized world. Not to mention earning less, even if he had to pay gold pounds, he couldn't lose it.

"Winter is coming again, which is also the end of a year. Spring, summer, autumn, and winter have always been like this."

The doctor nodded.

"Winter is already here, can spring be far behind?"

Xia De said, and then realized that this was a poem from his hometown world. Unfortunately, he only remembered this sentence, otherwise when Angelina invited him to participate in the salon, he could write it down to prove that he was not illiterate.

【Then, are you?】

"Her" voice chuckled in the rain, Xia De thought for a moment:

"Of course. Even if I have an intimate relationship with a well-known female writer, the cultural level of this body is still at the 'Sparrow Hamilton tutor' level."

He slowed down, because the two finally arrived at the resting place of Mr. Sparrow Spy Hamilton. The doctor stopped first, letting Xia De step forward to clean the wet fallen leaves on the tombstone.

The Outsider squatted down slightly, brushing the cold and wet stone tombstone surface with his left hand, thinking of many things in an instant. Since coming to this world in the summer of 1853, General Calendar, more than half a year has passed. The Outsider has changed a lot, but the detective is still sleeping here.

Raindrops hit the umbrella, and the rainwater slid down the tombstone and finally fell into the late autumn soil. In this atmosphere, Xia De wanted to say a few words, but couldn't say them when they reached his lips.

But fortunately, the Outsider still has friends in this world:

"Loyal Sparrow Hamilton sleeps here."

Doctor Bill Schneider stood behind Xia De and said:

"Eternal loyalty, persisted to the last moment for duty."

Xia De stood up, took a step back, and looked at the tombstone in the rain with the doctor.

"At this moment, he sleeps here. Even if he cannot return to his hometown, his soul has fallen asleep."

Although there were only a few short sentences, it expressed Xia De's mood very well:

"Doctor, actually you can also try to submit to the newspaper."

He said with a smile.

"Oh, Detective, don't make fun of me, where do I have the literary talent of Louisa... but when I was young, I did consider my career between a writer and a civil servant."

So Bill Schneider became a very successful psychologist.

After joking, Xia De put one hand in his pocket, held an umbrella in one hand, and suddenly asked softly:

"Doctor, since mortals will eventually die and all things in the world have a day of ending, will this world also have a day of coming to an end? Not destroyed by any conspiracy, nor destroyed by forces we cannot imagine, but really just naturally coming to an end."

Raising this question is because of the statement that "the fire is fading" proposed by Sister Devlin, and also because Mr. Edmund of the Light-Guiding Monastery often mentioned things like world destruction to Xia De. He was not sure if the end of the world would come, or when it would come, which became a new secret he wanted to know.

The doctor was silent for a while, listening to the sound of the rain and thinking carefully:

"I think it should, but I can't imagine that scene. The destruction of the old world will lead to the birth of a new world, I can be sure of this."

Xia De nodded, wanting to ask what they should do if the end of the world is next year. But thinking of this question, he felt he was ridiculous, so he shook his head:

"You were right just now, mortals will eventually die. Although the ending is destined, you can find ways to extend the length and make life more meaningful. If the world will also come to an end one day, I think there must be many people who will pay the price to extend the life of the world and make our world more meaningful, right?"

The doctor shrugged, noncommittal, but mentioned another thing:

"Speaking of which, we seem to have forgotten to buy flowers and came here empty-handed. Let's ask the small church over there, I think there should be fresh flowers there."

"My house is actually full of flowers, a whole living room..."

So the scene last night jumped out again, Xia De hurriedly drove those scenes out of his head, it's not suitable to think about this now:

"Wait, I have a flower."

He said, reached into his pocket, paused, and took out a somewhat withered white flower.

This flower was the last one bought from a little girl on the street in Midhillburg, but it was not a rose, but a rare white Lyon orchid, a subspecies of orchid, planted in spring and blooming in autumn, famous for its full petals.

"Look, the last flower has also found its owner."

Xia De said to "Her" in his heart, bent down and wanted to put the orchid on the ground in front of the tombstone. But before the flower touched the ground, he straightened up again, looked at the white flower in his hand with hesitation:

"Breath of Time."

With a slight inhalation, the gray airflow flowed out of the flower and entered his nose. Under the gaze of Doctor Schneider, the flower slowly turned from a full flower into a seed.

"Cannot change the ending of the end, but at least it can extend the process and make life more meaningful... This flower is placed here, it will soon decay, but..."

Xia De summoned the Moonlight Greatsword, dug a small hole in the wet soil next to the tombstone, and put the seed into it. He used his fingers to leave the elf rune that promotes growth in the soil, and then buried the fingerprint and the seed together:

"Hope that next spring, a flower can grow here."

The doctor nodded:

"It will, wait until next spring, I will come to see it with you."

After doing all this, Xia De stood up, stood in front of the tombstone with the doctor on the left and right, holding an umbrella and looking at the letters on the tombstone.

Raindrops pattered, falling on the ground, splashing small water splashes. The autumn rain played a light but sad music between heaven and earth, just like the people sleeping here, leaving lightly, leaving thoughts and blessings.

The cemetery in the rain was like an old oil painting with cold tones. The backs of Xia De and the doctor were frozen in the center of this oil painting. The doctor thought of something Xia De didn't know, but he thought of his actions in Midhillburg throughout the autumn, thinking of the various people, various souls, and various things.

Finally, he thought of the seed he buried in the soil, which was like he saved Grace and Helen, just like Joey Barton found Marilyn Hendel. They couldn't make anyone live forever, but they all made life longer, had more meaning, and had the opportunity to face the next spring.

Of course, what Xia De did would not lead to disaster.

Listening to the sound of rain pulling the heartstrings, the slightly cold wind brought the chill of late autumn. The wet air was so real, so real that it seemed that as long as one reached out, one could touch the autumn that was about to leave Tobesk.

Mortals will eventually die, and he cannot change all this, but the flower that was about to die did indeed degenerate into a seed, waiting for the next spring.

"Say something."

In the sound of the rain, her voice sounded on time:

【Sixth Era, General Calendar 1853, Autumn, Month of Withered Leaves. When the late autumn rain falls at your feet, the slightly cold wind cannot take away the thoughts at this moment. The living are attached to their loved ones, but do not know that mortals will eventually die; the dead are willing to sacrifice, not thinking that all things have an end. The sinful and noble souls carry the curse to the distance, and the original fire ignites new power. On the stage of unknowable fate, the red double butterflies fly with you. The third act ends, but you who stepped into death - Outsider, do you really understand what the end is?】

"Is that description of the red butterfly a bit strange?"

Xia De asked, but did not get an answer.

"However, all things have... an end..."

He pondered this sentence in the rain, feeling that he seemed to have touched a more profound power. The 【Founding Death】 in his pocket glowed slightly, and Doctor Schneider suddenly turned his head, seemingly seeing a huge golden sickle flash behind Xia De, but looking closely, there was nothing:

"Another hallucination... why do I say 'another'?"

This rain will probably last for a long time, autumn ends, and winter is about to begin. Regardless of whether Xia De is willing, death and time are equally fair.

Only she chuckled in this slightly cold rain:

【Outsider, you have gained new power.】

(End of this volume)