novelonline Chapter 2573 Soul Fire
Chapter 2573 Soul Fire
Chapter 2573 Soul Fire
"here it is"
The somewhat dazed witch opened her mouth to remind him, but was rudely interrupted by Shade:
"I know this place better than you do."
The door of death is not so easy to open. Miss Winslet was not completely trapped in death just now, so stepping back quickly at this moment means that they are returning to the world of the living.
Death had no intention of making things difficult for Shade. The witch even felt that the man beside her was more adapted to this pure cold power than she was. But he could never be the spokesperson for death. The temperature from his soul that almost drove her crazy at the moment was even hotter and stronger than the first fire she had seen on Sister Defulin.
On the brink of life and death, she could more easily sense the soul of the man beside her, which was extremely pure, powerful, passionate, and yet extremely gentle. For a moment, she was in a trance and even wanted to.
However, at this moment, the soul of the Seventh Ring Warlock who was engulfed by darkness reappeared in the water. The evil spirit silently reached out to them, but was then pushed impatiently by Shade:
"Don't keep those who should leave!"
The soul melted into the light of the dark moon and continued to walk back five quick steps. The sunlight became clearer;
After taking five more steps back, the transparent shadows on the water became just outlines, and the woodland surrounded them;
Finally, they took five steps back, and the darkness completely dissipated. The two were still standing in the cemetery outside the deserted village.
"hu~hu~"
As the gray-black-haired lady breathed, a cold white mist came out of her mouth, but it quickly dissipated in the remaining heat of late summer.
Shade did not ask about her situation immediately, but with a serious look, he loosened his hand that was holding the witch's arm, pulled out the badge from his chest and walked forward, muttering a prayer while checking whether all the death had really left.
If their actions today create a new "edge between life and death" in the material world, it will be a big trouble.
Fortunately, although Miss Winslet's luck was not very good just now, at least death really left. When Shade breathed a sigh of relief and looked at her again, he found that she was also looking at him with her lips pursed:
"Well, I am still lacking in the power of death."
"Let's not talk about this for now."
Xia De reached out to support her as she could not even stand steadily:
"Take a rest first and sit under the tree. The sun is shining over there."
Shade suggested, and the pale witch pursed her lips and nodded. She did not transform back into an owl, but let Shade help her walk to the tree.
After laying out the tablecloth and taking out the cushions, the two sat down against the tree. Shade looked at her feet in brown boots under her skirt, and a touch of redness surged on her pale face:
"I was careless this time. I'm sorry for causing you trouble."
"No need to apologize. After all, no one knew that this curse would reduce spellcasting ability to this extent. We certainly didn't expect that spellcasting stability would also deteriorate."
The witch sat sideways and lifted the edge of her skirt slightly to let Shade see her feet. After Shade helped her take off her shoes and socks, he saw her purple-black feet.
Miss Winslet's mood became even more gloomy:
"When I first inherited this position, I had similar marks all over my body, but they were not so obvious."
Shade said nothing, he found the holy water bottle and poured it on her feet:
"Can you rub it yourself?"
He did not intentionally take advantage. After Miss Winslet, who was pursing her lips, took action, he raised his right hand again:
“Sunshine Healing!”
The sun's rays shone on the two people, dyeing their body outlines golden, and the chill of death quickly faded away.
Miss Winslet felt the temperature of this famous Sun Church magic and realized that even the sun's glow was not as hot as the temperature of Shad's soul that she had just felt.
Blushing, she was too embarrassed to ask Xia De to rub her feet. After all, they had just met, and a girl's feet were a very private part.
Xia De didn't notice her complicated psychological changes. He heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that he didn't need to draw out the flame with the power of the primordial fire. Then he smiled and said in a light tone:
"This adventure is worth it. Did you hear what he just said? The Chosen One! The [Tree Hole Association] must have some key fragments of poems. After the events in Moon Bay are over, the new story will take place here!
Oh, don't look at me like that, Jialina must have told me all these things, after all, I am an eighth-ring warlock, and I am not qualified to participate in such things."
Her golden eyes were filled with a hint of confusion, stubbornness, shame and self-doubt. At this moment, she definitely did not think of questions like "Did Carina talk to Shad Hamilton about the Chosen One?"
And Shad's good mood at the moment was not fake. Even though he suspected that the eighth chosen one would appear in Vista Glade, he only truly had the evidence at this moment.
After all, the fourth candidate had appeared directly in Tobesk, which made him suspect that his city was going to be in trouble again. But now it seems that the trouble happened outside the city, so he was of course happy about it. He was also worried about the citizens of Vista City.
"The Chosen One"
But unlike what Shade thought, Miss Winslet, who had recovered from her shock, did not show any excitement or deep thought on her face. Instead, she suddenly became bored:
“It was me who encountered it this time.”
"You seem a little unhappy?"
Xia De asked tentatively. The witch looked down at her feet which were gradually regaining their blood color.
"I never cared about the Chosen One. I have been putting off several major actions of the parliament even when I had time. Besides, I like this music city. If the Chosen One really appears here, it means that this city is about to encounter a disaster."
"So, you want to leave the area?"
Shade asked again, and Flora Winslet looked up at Shade again, with a complicated look in her eyes:
"The curse has not been resolved yet, I can't leave. Besides, I owe you so much now. After the matter in Vista City is over, I want to talk to you in detail. Then I will help you paint a set of oil paintings, at least five."
Her eyes wandered, and she didn't know why she felt so confused. Her cold soul and body were grabbed by the hot hands and returned to reality. She felt that this was the warmth she had been looking for.
Of course, she would never say what she really thought.
"We'll talk about oil paintings later. Do you know what I just discovered?"
Shade smiled and asked:
"When the evil spirit of the Seventh Ring Warlock tried to attack me, I noticed that he also had a time curse! But it was quite mild compared to yours."
"In order to travel through time, the [Tree Hole Association] must have conducted some taboo experiments. This is normal."
The witch said, and then immediately understood what Shade meant:
"Since they have also come into contact with the Time Curse, they may have a way to resolve it."
"Yes, so don't worry about curses and spellcasting going out of control, these can all be dealt with."
He looked around and the witch looked at him.
"This trip has yielded more than I thought. Let's not rush back. Let's sit here and rest for a while. Miss Danister will be surprised by what we have found out today."
He smiled in the sunshine, and the witch looked at him in the sunshine. After nodding slightly, she shifted her gaze to other directions, pursed her lips to let her mind go, but still couldn't help but recall that temperature, the temperature of the soul that was hotter than the first fire.
She put her shoes and socks back on by herself, and Xia De turned his head away politely. The two of them spent the whole afternoon in the woods outside the deserted village far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, in the mottled swaying shadows of the trees.
They talked about many things, but mostly about things Shad wanted to know about Vista. Miss Winslet came to the city almost every fall, and she knew a lot about it and was willing to answer any questions Shad had.
By the time they returned to the Accordion Inn, dusk had already illuminated the city and the Sunday was over.
When Xia De entered the room holding the sleepy black and gray cat, an eighteen-year-old red-haired girl was sitting on the sofa with a book in her hands, her profile illuminated by the brilliant sunset outside the window.
She glanced at Shade, wanting to ask him what happened to the cat. Shade then carefully placed the witch-turned cat on the short sofa:
"She was exhausted today. We ran into some troubles, but luckily we gained a lot."
He spoke in a low voice and gave a brief overview of the day's activities.
"She fell asleep on our way back, but I think she'll wake up soon. I'm leaving now. I have something else to do later. See you tomorrow, Miss Danister."
Xia De waved his hand and said he would go to the doctor to ask about the sin later.
"See you tomorrow, Shade. You've worked hard today."
The red-haired girl smiled and waved, watching her handsome student tiptoe out of the room and carefully close the door.
She sighed, closed the book in her hand, put it on the corner of the coffee table illuminated by the setting sun, and then said to the "sleeping" cat:
"Shad left again, and I didn't have time to ask him to stay for dinner.
You spent a lot of effort last night to convince me to let you go with him to investigate today. So, what was the result of your exploration? I just heard from Shade that your adventure today was really exciting. "
The cat opened its eyes, and after a burst of thick fog, its face was still a little pale, but Flora Winslet, who was almost fine, folded her hands on her legs and sat very elegantly on the single sofa with her back to the window.
The light from behind seemed to penetrate her delicate skin. She also looked at the red-haired sorceress, looking particularly lazy and melancholy.
"It was a wonderful adventure, but I made a fool of myself in front of your students."
(End of this chapter)