Whispering Verse

"Blood Feast"

Shade by the window suddenly thought of the answer.

"Detective, don't tell."

The doctor stopped Shade from his bold behavior:

"In short, no matter why you want to taste the devil's blood, drinking a small amount of it shouldn't be a big problem for a three-ring warlock like you. At most, your esophagus will be corroded or you will be insane for a while. Moreover, you are not inherently 'gluttonous' Strength, it will make you safer."

"What about ordinary people?"

The detailed rules of the last cocktail party are not yet known, but the blood brought by Shade seems to be distributed to everyone. If it's too dangerous, he doesn't carry the demon's blood. If it was a general danger, he would still take it. Sharing a small amount of several kinds of blood will definitely not last half an hour. The vampire god will definitely continue the drinking party until the last second before announcing it is over, so for the sake of safety, Shade has to bring more kinds of blood. . .

"It's hard to say, after all, no one has tried it."

The doctor scratched his head:

"Shad, what on earth are you going to do? Are there demons in Fort Midhill?"

"not yet."

Shade replied casually, still hesitating in his heart whether to go to the past time with the devil's blood.

In the evening, before Lesia continued to teach Shade about the fairy tale "The Sleeping Princess" with the help of Dorothy's body, Dorothy had to use the afternoon to prepare the ritual array in the attic of Shade's home. and other arrangements that could increase the probability of the ritual's success, so he still left the doctor's clinic with Shade.

Tonight, just like yesterday, Luvia would not come to the third floor of Shade's house to watch the stars, so she said goodbye to Shade at the doctor's clinic.

Overcast clouds obscured Tobesk's night sky, making visibility poor. Fortunately, she divined the weather in advance and knew that the rainy weather would end by the weekend and that there would be good weather in the next week or two.

"The Prophets Association can actually increase sales of their Threepenny Newspaper by publishing extremely accurate weather forecasts, and can use it as an excuse that they have cooperation with universities."

This was what Shade said when he helped Dorothy move a box of matches to the attic in the afternoon. The cat squatted on the box, as if it wanted to wait for Shade to open the carton and get in immediately.

"The Prophets Association did do this, but they soon discovered that as long as the weather forecast was published, the accuracy would drop to a very pitiful level. But as long as it was not published, the accuracy of weather predictions would be at normal levels."

Dorothy said as she followed Shade, holding a high-pressure fire extinguisher in her hand.

It was a brass-colored bottle about the length of an average man's forearm, with a polished surface that could almost be used as a mirror. It was a purely mechanical structure, and Shade didn't know what the internal principles were. However, in the era of steam industry, which had already mastered steam bomb technology, it was very simple to release high-pressure steam to spray chemicals used to extinguish fires.

Dorothy's promotion ceremony required the use of a large number of matches, and in order to prevent another homeowner from burning to death in this house that was already rumored to be a "haunted house," Dorothy asked Lesia to help get several bottles of fire extinguishers.

Judging from the Cavendish family crest on the bottom of the bottle, Lesia was most likely moved directly from the warehouse in Yodel Palace.

"Speaking of which, did you go to Old John and ask him to help make a new red butterfly?"

Climbing up the stairs to the attic, Shade placed the cardboard box full of matches on the highest shelf of the attic. Seeing that he had no intention of opening the box, little Mia was very disappointed and squatted on the carton and refused to get down.

"I went, Lecia gave Father John a money order for 3,000 pounds directly."

"How many?"

Shade looked at the blonde girl who was placing the fire extinguisher in surprise:

"When I asked Father John to make the first red butterfly, he only charged 1 pound for the labor and material costs."

"So, it can only allow Lesia and I to look at each other from a distance for a short period of time."

Dorothy bent over, picked up half of the red butterfly pendant around her neck with her little finger, and shook it towards Shade:

"Lecia won't be satisfied with just letting us look at each other."

"What is she going to do?"

"We also know that alchemy items alone can completely allow us to ignore the strangeness of the soul and approach it at will. This is unrealistic."

Dorothy straightened up, clapped her hands, and then went downstairs with Shade to move other things. Seeing Shade leaving, Mia reluctantly left the cardboard box that was so favored by him, and followed him with her short legs.

"Lecia feels that we should at least be in contact, even if it's just for a second."

"It's just that, she is really rich."

Shade sighed.

"Yes, Her Royal Highness's life is beyond our imagination."

Dorothy was a little sad, but it probably wasn't because of money.

Before dawn on Sunday, it was the last time that Shade could participate in the cocktail party of Fifth Era 3014. The only blood he had obtained so far was the blood of the unfortunate ones who were struck by lightning, bought from Old John, and the blood from Cassander. The evil spirit demon - the blood of Zakato the Devourer, obtained from Granny La.

In order to be able to use the key on time tomorrow morning, after helping Dorothy move the box, Shade set out for Fort Midhill at four o'clock in the afternoon, intending to go to the Home for the Blind and take away the blood promised by Sister Devlin. .

He also promised Dorothy that they could have dinner together in the evening, which made the female writer who still had to work smile.

Because this trip to Fort Midhill was purely to get things and there was no danger, Shade took the cat with him that was unwilling to move at home.

Compared with the shock when she first saw the sea, the orange cat Mia didn't have much reaction to the Sikal Mountain and the forest after she transformed from a doll into a real cat. Probably for this cat, there is not much difference between dense urban buildings and dense trees.

Taking the cat all the way down the mountain, there was no fog in Sikal Mountain today, so Shade did not fight the evil spirits. On the other hand, the cat held by Shade kept looking around in the mountains, and finally even suddenly raised its head to the sky and started "meowing~", which almost made Shade think that his cat had turned into a wolf.

"Do you see any danger?"

He stood in the forest alertly and observed the surroundings, but not to mention danger, he did not even find ants under his feet:

"Don't bark. If you really attract a pack of wolves, don't crawl into my arms even if you are scared to death."

He patted Mia's head, and the orange cat raised its head and rubbed Shade's hand with the side of its face. However, it was still very alert to the surroundings, and its big amber eyes continued to look around.

After entering the city, it was already close to five o'clock in the evening when we arrived at the House for the Blind in Rufu Lane. Unexpectedly, Sister Devlin was here. When Shade carried the cat and was led by the servant to the reception room on the third floor, Ms. Michelle, whose eyes were covered with a cloth, was sitting opposite Sister Devlin. .

"Good afternoon, Mr. Watson."

Ms. Michelle stood up to say hello, while Sister Devlin sat there and nodded calmly:

"good afternoon."

The nun wearing a silver crown-style eyepatch turned around and seemed to be looking at the cat in Shade's arms, but she said nothing. Instead, she told Ms. Michelle to leave temporarily. She had something to talk to Shade.

"This is the blood promised to you."

He took out a silver thin-necked bottle from the pocket of the gray-black nun's robe and handed it to Shade. The metal bottle was not cold to the touch, but rather warm to the touch. The bottle is smooth except for an eye-shaped emblem on its surface. And the "eye-shaped emblem" is the emblem of the [Spiritual Cult].

At the mouth of the bottle is a ball of red silk with a heavy sterling silver stopper inside.

Just this exquisitely crafted silver bottle looked quite valuable, but Shade was too embarrassed to ask about the true value of the bottle:

"Whose blood is this?"

"The blood of some magical creatures that can survive in magma was taken from each group and mixed into this bottle of blood. Although it is not very special, I think this bottle of blood should contain the entire underground magma biome. .”

The nun said calmly.

"What will happen if you drink it?"

Shade asked the question again. Sister Devlin was not as confused as Dr. Schneider. She still folded her hands and put them on her lap:

"I have processed this blood in advance. Its temperature does not exceed one hundred degrees, so drinking it will only burn your mouth and esophagus. But even if you are not worried about being burned, you cannot drink too much. Contact with the blood of excessive amounts of magma organisms will definitely cause mental illness. Manic changes.”

"I see."

Shade put the bottle away, picked up the curious cat who wanted to know what it was, and put it on his lap:

"You seem to have something else you want to say to me."

"Yes, I want your help with something. Mr. Hamilton, do you know the rumors in this city about the little boy who can see the death date of mortal things?"

Shade raised his eyebrows:

"I know that he is from a small local organization, the Crow Club. I have made an appointment to visit him seven days later, that is, next Sunday morning. I am a little curious about what kind of death he will see in me."

The nun nodded:

"I hope you can go with me, and I will pretend to be your friend. The Order is very interested in the little boy, but the Crow Club also knows about the existence of the blind nuns, and I need the cooperation of the outside ring warlocks. "

The [Spiritual Cult] itself is a special organization that worships nature and death, so it is understandable that they are interested in that boy.

"Are you going in person?"

Shade asked curiously:

"Wouldn't it be better to let other high-level warlocks in the Order do this kind of thing? I didn't expect you to go see him in person."

"I have time, so I go."

She didn't want to explain more, so Xia De didn't ask again:

"So where should I find you next Sunday? The club? Here? Or at Grandma Cassandra's place?"

"It's fine here. Also, please don't tell the witch about this."

The nun said, then hesitated:

"I've been curious since just now. Where did your cat come from?"

"Mia?"

Shade picked up the cat, which seemed a little sleepy. The cat lazily barked at the nun.

He introduced with a smile:

"This is actually someone else's cat. It was fostered by me. Because it secretly ate some special materials, it became unexpectedly very intelligent. What, can you find out what's special about it?"

Shade asked excitedly. So far, he has asked many people to check Mia, but everyone thinks that this cat is really just an ordinary cat:

"Please wait."

The nun lowered her head, and then slowly took off the silver eyepatch with fine lines. The pattern on the eye patch is hard to describe. It looks like climbing vines or the roots of a tree, but it also looks like the eyelashes next to the open eyes.

Because there was no constraint from the blindfold, her long gray-white hair, which was not tied up, slowly spread out around her ears, but the nun didn't mind.

Raising her head, Sister Devlin used her dim eyes to look at Shade and the cat who was picked up by the waist:

"I see."

After just one glance, he lowered his head:

"This world is indeed balanced."

"Sorry, what does this mean?"

Shade asked, shaking the little Mia in his hand:

"Is there something wrong with this cat?"

"No problem, just like you, no problem."

"That's it~"

Shade put the cat down, a little disappointed.

[Is it necessary to prove that the cat you raise is not a normal cat before you are satisfied? 】

"She" asked softly in Shade's ear. Shade thought for a while and shook his head:

"No, of course I hope everything is fine with Mia. Yes, why am I disappointed? I should be happy."

The young nun, who looked to be in her twenties, slowly put her blindfold back on, restraining her long gray hair. She had been using the older grammar, and what she said next after raising her head seemed even more difficult to understand:

"Disaster is imminent at Fort Midhill. You are an outsider to this city, Mr. Shade Hamilton."

"Is such that."

"So, outsider, have you decided to get involved in what's next?"

"I think the church should be able to solve the problem of life and death without the help of outsiders like me."

Sister Devlin pursed her lips slightly and smiled. This nun rarely showed this expression. Shade even thought that she was always expressionless:

"My eyes opened to the possibility that you would be entangled with Fort Midhill."

The blind nuns of the [Spiritual Order] also have strong divination abilities, so this sentence should not be said casually.

"But the seal at the foot of the mountain has been stabilized. Granny Cassandra said that the seal on the mountainside will be solved by the Witch Council, and the ancient ones who sealed the passage on the top of the mountain will be responsible for communication with the Orthodox Church. I think the outbreak of death should be delayed for a long time."

"No, the sealed door will open again sooner or later. The seal of the ancient Witch Emperor will never be found easily, and the passage to the top of the mountain is already in danger."

the nun said softly.

Shade frowned slightly:

"Are you saying that this disaster cannot be prevented at all?"

"No, what I want to say is that this city is still very dangerous. If you still want to move here, then when you encounter danger, you can move in the direction of the flames."

"Is this a prophecy?"

The nun hesitated for a moment and nodded:

"It can be understood this way. But don't worry too much. The Order will also try its best to prevent disasters from happening."

"The cult also wants to get involved in this matter? Why?"

"Because it's a responsibility."