Chapter 2574: Fire of the Soul

Chapter 2573 Soul Fire

"This is..."

The somewhat dazed witch opened her mouth to remind him, but was rudely interrupted by Shade:

"I am more familiar with this place than you."

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 meant that they returned to the world of the living.

Death did not mean to embarrass Shade at all. The witch even felt that the man beside her was more adapted to this pure cold power than herself. But he could never be the spokesperson of death. The temperature from the soul that almost made her crazy at this moment was hotter and stronger than the first fire she had seen on Sister Defulin.

Being on the edge of life and death, she could more easily sense the soul of the man beside her, which was extremely pure, extremely powerful, extremely hot, but also extremely gentle. For a moment, she was in a trance and even wanted to

But at this time, the soul of the seven-ring warlock who was swallowed by the darkness appeared again in the water. The evil spirit silently reached out to them, and 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 retreat five steps quickly. The sunlight became clearer;

Five more steps back, the transparent shadows on the water surface were only outlines, and the woodland surrounded them;

Finally, they retreated five steps again, 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, cold white mist exhaled from her mouth, but soon dissipated in the residual heat of late summer.

Shade did not immediately ask about her situation, but solemnly released the hand holding the witch's arm, pulled out the badge from his chest and walked forward, chanting prayers while checking whether all death had really left.

If their behavior today creates a new "edge of life and death" in the material world, it will be a big trouble.

Fortunately, although Miss Winslet's luck just now was not very good, at least death has really left. When Shade looked at her with a sigh of relief, he found that she was also looking at him with her lips pursed:

"Well, I still lack the power of death."

"Let's not talk about this for now."

Shade reached out to support her who couldn't even stand steadily:

"Take a rest first, sit under the tree, there is sunshine over there."

Shade suggested, and the pale witch pursed her lips and nodded. Instead of turning back into an owl, she let Shade help her walk to the tree.

After laying out the tablecloth and taking out the cushion, the two sat down against the tree. Shade looked at her feet in brown boots under her skirt, and a trace of blood appeared on her pale face:

"I was careless this time, sorry for the trouble I caused you."

"No need to apologize, after all, no one knew that this curse would reduce the ability to cast spells to this extent, and we didn't expect that the stability of casting spells would also deteriorate."

The witch sat sideways and slightly lifted the edge of her skirt to let Shade see her feet. After Shade helped her take off her shoes and socks, he saw her purple-black feet.

Miss Winslett's mood became even more depressed:

"When I first inherited this position, I had similar marks all over my body, but not so obvious."

Shade said nothing, and after finding the holy water bottle, he poured the holy water on her feet:

"You can rub it yourself, right?"

He didn't deliberately take advantage of it. After Miss Winslett, who was pursing her lips, took action, he raised his right hand again:

"Sunlight healing!"

The sun's rays shone on the two people, and their body contours were dyed golden, and the coldness of death quickly subsided.

Miss Winslet felt the temperature of the famous Sun Church's magic, and realized that even the sun's glow was not as hot as the temperature of Shade's soul that she had just felt.

Blushing, she was still embarrassed to ask Shade to help her rub her feet. After all, they had just met, and the girl's feet were a very private part.

Shade didn't notice her complex psychological changes. Seeing that he didn't need to draw out the flame with the power of the first fire, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then said with a light tone and a smile:

"This adventure is worth it. Did you hear what he said just now? The Chosen One! The [Tree Hole Association] must have some key fragments of poems. After the things in Moon Bay are over, the new story will be here!

Oh, don't look at me like that, Jialina must have told me these things. After all, I am an eight-ring warlock and qualified to participate in such things."

The golden eyes were a little confused, stubborn, embarrassed and self-doubting. At this time, she definitely didn't think of questions like "Did Jialina talk to Shade Hamilton about the Chosen One?"

And Shade's good mood at the moment was not fake. Even if he suspected that the eighth chosen person would appear in the Vesta Forest, he had not really grasped the evidence until now.

After all, the fourth candidate appeared directly in Tobesk before, which made him suspect that his city would be in trouble again. But now it seems that this time the trouble still happened in other places, so he is of course happy about it and worried about the citizens of Vesta.

"The chosen one"

But it was different from what Shade thought. Miss Winslet, who had recovered, did not show any excitement or deep thought on her face, but became bored:

"I met it this time."

"You seem a little unhappy?"

Shad asked tentatively, the witch looked down at her feet which gradually regained their blood color:

"I never care about the chosen one. I have been shirking the several major actions of the parliament even if I have time. Besides, I like this city of music. If the chosen one really appears here, it means that this city is about to suffer a disaster."

"So, do you want to leave the local area?"

Shad asked again, Flora Winslet looked up at Shad 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 draw a group of oil paintings, at least five."

Her eyes wandered, and she didn't know why she felt confused. The cold soul and body were grabbed by the hot hands and returned to reality. She felt that the temperature she had been looking for seemed to be this.

Of course, she would never say what she really thought.

"Let's talk about oil paintings later. Do you know what I just discovered?"

Shad asked with a smile:

"When the evil spirit of the seven-ring warlock wanted to attack me, I noticed that he also had a time curse! But it was quite mild compared to you."

"In order to travel through time, the [Tree Hole Association] must have done some taboo experiments, which is normal."

The witch said, and then immediately understood what Shad meant:

"Since they have also been exposed to the time curse, they may have a way to solve the [Time Curse]."

"Yes, so don't worry about the curse and the spell being out of control, these can all be solved."

He looked around, and the witch looked at him.

"The gains from this trip are greater than I thought. We are not in a hurry to go back. Let's sit here and rest for a while. Miss Danister will be surprised by what we investigated today."

He smiled in the sun, and the witch looked at him in the sun. After nodding gently, she moved her eyes to other directions, then pursed her lips to let her mind go, but still couldn't resist recalling that temperature, the temperature of the soul that was hotter than the first fire.

She put her shoes and socks back on herself, and Shade turned his head away in a gentlemanly manner. The two spent the whole afternoon in the woods outside the deserted village far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, in the mottled and swaying shadows of the trees.

They talked about a lot of things, but most of them were about Shade asking about the city of Vesta. Miss Winslet came to this city almost every autumn. She knew a lot of things and was willing to answer any questions from Shade.

By the time they returned to the Accordion Inn, dusk had illuminated the city, and this Sunday was over.

When Shade entered the room with the sleepy black and gray cat in his arms, the eighteen-year-old red-haired girl was sitting on the sofa with a book in her hands, and her side face was illuminated by the brilliant sunset outside the window.

She winked at Shade, wanting to ask him what happened to the cat, and Shade carefully put the cat transformed by the witch on the short sofa:

"She was exhausted today, and we encountered some troubles, but fortunately we gained a lot."

He said in a low voice and briefly introduced the activities of the whole day.

"She fell asleep on the way back, but I think she will wake up soon. I'm leaving now. I have something to do later. See you tomorrow, Miss Danister."

Shad waved his hand. He would go to the doctor to ask about sin later.

"See you tomorrow, Shad. You've worked hard today."

The red-haired girl smiled and waved her hand, 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 me agree to let you go with him to investigate today. How about your temptation? I just heard from Shad that your adventure today was really wonderful."

The cat opened his eyes. After a thick fog, his face was still a little pale, but Flora Winslet, who was almost fine, put her hands together on her legs and sat 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, and the whole person looked particularly lazy and melancholy:

"The adventure is indeed wonderful, but I made a big fool of myself in front of your students."