The Whispering Verses Chapter 1911: Devil Story (Part 5)
Chapter 1911 Demon Story (Part 5)
"The middle-aged man knew that he should not have anything to do with anyone, but this place was in a remote location, so he had to choose to send the girl back to her hometown. He was determined not to have any involvement with the girl, and deliberately Keep a distance. The noble girl saw the man's indifference. Fortunately, although there was no servant beside her, there was still a cat and a dog with her.
They walked a long road together, the middle-aged man silently accompanied the girl, and solved one enemy after another. The relationship between the two, under the light of the bonfire night after night, under the coldness of fallen leaves and drifting snow, amidst the barking of dogs and meowing cats, finally produced a wonderful change. But no one said anything about their thoughts, and they just returned to the noble girl's hometown. ”
"I'm already waiting for another tragedy. Who died this time? How did he die? What role did the devil play?"
Xia De asked, laying out three cards on the table:
"Flower 7, moon 7, sun 3, 17 o'clock, no more risks this time. I'm suspending trading."
"Actually, you should take the risk."
Mr. Sean Asmon shows himself Moon 4, Sun 12 and Flower 2, which is 18 o'clock.
Xia De shook his head and started the last round of cards:
"Continue the story, I hope I guessed the ending wrong."
"The middle-aged man who was guarding the demon alone and the noble girl hid their feelings. They did not express their feelings until they finally separated. The middle-aged man accepted the lord's reward and then left silently. A long time later, in another season of falling leaves, he returned to this city when he should have continued his journey."
The man opposite the candle did not say anything.
"I knew a tragedy was coming."
Xia De said, took a look after drawing the card, and continued to touch the third card.
The demonologist shook his finger:
"He didn't find the young girl, and the people in the city couldn't tell her whereabouts. So, he found the cat and the dog that accompanied them along the way, and went against the rules he set for himself. The rules of the devil used the power of the devil to give the cats and dogs wisdom, spirituality and strength, so they told the middle-aged people the final outcome of their former owners: in the second month after returning home, she was adopted by the lord. Burning, dedicated to an unknown being."
The rain falling from the terrace on the second floor of the flower shop really formed a curtain, and the sound of splashing made no other noises this night.
Xia De said "tsk~" and looked at his hand:
"This is true. You continue."
He placed the third card down and then revealed the first card. 1 sun, 12 flowers, 7 stars, a total of 20 points.
The demonologist who told the story also put down all the cards in his hand, Moon 5, Stars 10, and Sun 11 [Tragic Opera・Lehman Manor Wedding].
The six cards of the two people were displayed on the table, and Mr. Sean Asmon took out the coins and prepared to throw them. But before that, he first concluded the story:
"The middle-aged man who learned the truth, with the help of cats and dogs, killed the lord's family, and through a transaction, obtained the girl's soul from the unknown great existence, and sent her to death. The middle-aged man continued his journey, and he would witness many stories with the original demon in his long life, but this time he had companions, cats and dogs who had wisdom. , willing to replace the master who failed to express his feelings and accompany him to continue walking through that life. ”
The demonologist said softly:
"I guess heads."
He tossed the 1 ohr coin up, let it fall on the back of his hand, and covered it with his other hand. During this process, his eyes kept staring at Shade on the other side of the candle:
"Of course, behind them, the city that lost its protection fell into raging fires and protracted plagues. But this has nothing to do with our story. After all, in the era long, long ago when the story took place, such things were really A lot."
Xia De didn’t care much about that city:
"The story this time is very interesting. Your previous stories are all closely related to that terrifying demon. Even if it does not appear, it will affect the direction of the story in other ways. But I noticed, This time the devil just borrowed its power, and the middle-aged man's story would still be true even without it. So, this story appeared under the guidance of that devil?"
Mr. Sean Asmon took away the hand covering the coin and glanced down:
"I guessed wrong, it seems I lost again? Forgive me!?br/>
He shook his head and did not answer the question. He handed Sun 11 [Tragic Opera and Wedding at Lehman Manor] to Shade. Shade also took out his wallet and gave him the agreed 40 pounds.
"Or maybe this story just wants to illustrate that there is actually not a big difference between the viciousness of people's hearts and the evil of demons?"
"Mr. Watson, I am just a storyteller. As for how to understand this story, it is not my responsibility."
The scholar in robes put the banknotes in his notebook:
"As for the good and evil of people's hearts, that is a question for sociologists and psychologists. This is just a story I know. I will tell it to you. You can get fun from it, and it will not be in vain for us to spend time in the rain tonight. Chat."
Xia De nodded:
"You're right, as long as the story is interesting, it's not important as to what you can learn."
He also turned around to look at the continuous rain. I am afraid this rain will continue for a long time:
"Mr. Asmon, you said you want to see that Devil's Island? I think you have no chance. Nowadays, the relationship between the two countries is delicate. My acquaintance in the army said, Delray Ang tried to station troops on the central island of Green Lake to seize a favorable position on the waterway. Although Green Lake has not been blocked yet, ordinary people like us may not be able to penetrate that water easily."
Sean Asmon shook his head again:
"It doesn't matter, there are still many stories waiting for me to learn about in this ancient city, and there are also many people waiting to ask me about those weird ancient evil stories. It's actually better not to go to that island, you You know, although I study their legends and stories, I have always hated getting involved with anything related to them."
Of course Shade still remembers it. After all, he first met this scholar at Coldwater Port. It was for this reason that the other party was willing to sell Moon 9's [Devil Soul Stealer Bishop] to him.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and neither of them had any intention of leaving now, so they chatted a few more words across the candle:
"Is there anything else interesting in Green Lake City? To be honest, I've been here for a while, but all I heard was 'endless alleys', 'crossroads with confusing spaces' and 'connecting distant places'" Urban legends such as "The Door at the Place".
Xia De said, and the demonologist stretched out his fingers that were a little pale under the candlelight and pointed at the Duin River across the street:
"There have been rumors in the past two days that a treasure has appeared in the river. Whether it is the City of Green Lake upstream or the City of Glass downstream, people have encountered similar things. But those who are pursuing the treasure toward the source of the river. Didn't come back."
"I also heard other guests mention this in the hotel where I stayed. It is said that the ancient tomb further upstream collapsed in the heavy rain, causing the funerary objects to flow out. But even if it is true, what can really be said What are the chances of finding a treasure? ”
He looked in the direction of the dark river in the night rain. The lights had not yet appeared, and the boat coming to pick him up should still be on the way.
"There is still a possibility."
The demonologist said, Shade looked at him in surprise:
"Did you pick it up? Gemstones? Gold and silver jewelry? Or gold and silver cups?"
"A mirror with gems embedded in it. I sold it to the **** shop. Together with the Rhodes cards I just sold to you, it will be enough to pay for the next trip."
He is very distinctive when he speaks, and his slowness is quite charming:
"However, Mr. Watson, I wouldn't suggest you try your luck. Now more and more people know about it, and those who gather on the shore to try to salvage the 'treasure' have begun to Conflict. The Delarians and the Carsonics, the natives and the strangers, the city dwellers and the country folk, the townsfolk of the neighborhood and the poor of the slums, the believers and the heathens, the men and the women. The treasure is simply a trap for the devil to induce chaos."
He wagged his finger:
"Although the negotiations are temporarily over, the assassination of the princess and the duchess is definitely not the end of the conflict. Even on this rainy night, I can still smell the smoke of gunpowder."
As he spoke, he relaxed the five fingers of his right hand and raised them in front of him like claws, and really sniffed gently:
"But the smell is really charming."
Xia De knew that the adjectives used by the scholars opposite him might not be appropriate sometimes, but as long as the other side was mentally normal, that would be fine.
After the two chatted for a while, the rain seemed to lighten a little. So Mr. Sean Asmon stood up and picked up the umbrella standing beside him. Shade also stood up to say goodbye to him:
"I always meet you in different cities. I am really looking forward to where I will meet you next time and what kind of new surprises the devil story will bring me."
The man with a sallow complexion grinned and waved his hand:
"Then, let us look forward to meeting you unexpectedly next time. Goodbye, Mr. Watson."
The black umbrella opened with a bang, and he walked into the rain with his notebook under his arm. Instead of walking in a straight line, he was swaying from side to side like he was drunk. At the same time, Shade heard his whistle again.
Even amidst the pounding rain, the sound was quite penetrating. It seemed like a country ballad somewhere, not like Delrayon, not like Carsonrick. However, the tune is obviously normal, but the whistle that is getting farther and farther away seems a bit weird and eerie in the rain.
PS: The picture in this chapter is "The Faraway Traveler, the Cat and the Dog".
The picture shows cats and dogs leaving with travelers at sunset. If you see them in a destroyed city, you are seeing the wrong version of the story.