Whispering Poems

Whispering Poems Chapter 482

2021-11-23

Chapter 481 Echoes of Shade's Blood

Based on Mr. Mandis and the late Detective Sparrow In the signed contract, when Mr. Mandis voluntarily announced the termination of the commission, in addition to the deposit, he also needs to pay an additional fee not exceeding the total amount of one third, depending on the progress of the investigation.

Shade didn't want the other party's money, but wouldn't refund the deposit, but Mr. Mandis insisted on paying. So in the end Shade got the commission fee of 13 shillings and left Mr. Mandis' residence with the lady maid.

It was four o'clock in the afternoon, and there was no sign of dusk at this time in late summer.

"This money, I think, should only be enough to cover the cost of our carriage today."

Back at the carriage at St. Teresa Square, the maid said to Shade.

A pair of cotton stockings costs about 5 shillings, a good quality work suit for women is 1 pound, boots are 11 shillings, and the cost of renting a carriage is generally 1000 s Within 4 miles of the central area, 1 shilling is charged for up to 2 miles, and 5p per mile thereafter.

That's why Tifa made such a sigh based on the price she knew.

"Yes, if coupled with the upfront investigation work by Detective Sparrow, this commission is undoubtedly a loss. But for me, isn't it a big profit this time?"

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Shade shook the black iron ring on his finger, and the black-haired maid also smiled:

"In this way, the detective profession is really suitable for ring warlocks."

"No no, I just don't know how it happened. This matter will be related to the relic. Generally speaking, the entrustment I received is only ordinary things such as playing cards and finding people."

Shade said, and took out the parchment:

"I happen to know these ancient texts, Tifa, we had dinner together, and you will leave when I read them. Don't be too quick to refuse, you today You have helped me a lot, and inviting you to dinner is a way of expressing my gratitude."

The black hair girl thought for a moment:
"Yes, but I can't go back too late, otherwise the lady will have an opinion. ”

The two returned to St. Teresa Square first, then went out with Mia and found a good restaurant in the nearby block. Shade rarely cooks at home, so he knows where the food is nearby, and the restaurants nearby are already familiar with the young detective with the cat.

After dinner, they went for a walk together, and when they returned to the Saint-de-Land square, they saw a slightly fat man wearing a wig and a red coat, standing anxiously. Door number six.

Shade was very curious about who this was, and the other party greeted them immediately after seeing the two approaching. The two met on the street around the square on the edge of Sainte-de-Land Square:
"Is it Rejed's Hamilton? Oh, it's Miss Serveit, good afternoon."

An unusually standard Tobesque accent, even shrill.

He bowed slightly to the girl beside Shade, looked at the expression, and was very surprised to see each other here.

And Tifa also introduced Shade's identity:
"Mr. Hamilton, this is Mr. Miral Formans, Herald of Yodel Palace."

"Good evening, Mr. Formans, what's the matter?"

Shade was also very surprised, and didn't understand until he saw the invitation card handed out by the other party.

"Hamilton of Rejed, Queen Diana, has officially invited you to a birthday party next Wednesday, the twenty-eighth night of the Blossoming Moon, at Yodel Palace."

The herald handed the invitation card to Shade. Although it was the Queen's birthday party, the invitation card was also very ordinary, probably to show the frugality of the king's family.

"Knight, will you be attending?"

"Oh, of course, I will."

Shade said, and Formans Mr. nodded, after saying goodbye to Shade respectfully, turned and left without even giving Shade a chance to invite him upstairs for tea.

Shade opened the door, and the cat on his shoulder jumped in first, followed by the maid.

"Why is that Mr. Formans' voice so shrill?"

he asked as he dropped the key into the cookie tin.

"Did you notice that he has a clean chin and no beard?"

The maid asked.

“en?”

Shade thought for a while, then slowed down and asked in surprise:
“Eunuch?”

“Yes, although This is not popular in the modern court. People think it is very inhuman, but most of the servants trusted by Your Majesty are eunuchs. So there are rumors in the court. If you want to gain Your Majesty's trust, you must be cruel. myself." She didn't continue speaking, and Shade nods

that she understands.

Larus III is a real tough king with outstanding personal abilities. As the controller of the kingdom, he coincides with the tide of the steam age. The appearance of this kind of king is extremely lucky for Delarion.

But the toughness of character and the powerful powers the king himself conferred can also create some character flaws. The tradition of court eunuchs disappeared from civilization hundreds of years ago, and these eunuchs now voluntarily give up their body structures for power. Larousse III's acquiescence for power has driven this trend, and this is one of the few places where he has been criticized.

Of course, King Your Majesty and Shade have nothing to do with each other, so he doesn't care if the other is mentally ill.

After returning home, Shade went into the study and translated the contents of the parchment on the pretext of looking up some documents. He thought that the above was just an introduction to the bottle of red potion and the function of the [Demon Hunting Seal], but didn't expect it to contain a story about ancient inheritance and the whereabouts of another extremely powerful relic.

"Doctor Alfred's ancestors found in the ruins the relics of the demon hunters who died in the third era. In addition to the seal, there is also a long sword that has become a [relic]. It turns out that the [Demon Hunting Seal], in addition to being more inclined to appear in areas where demons are infested, will also actively attract those powerful enough transcenders. And the long sword was hidden by him in Mount Xikar.”

Western Carr Mountain is located in the east-central part of the old continent, and is one of the borders between Delarion and Carson Rick. That place was too far from Tobeysk, and even though the parchment described where the relic was hidden, Shade was still impossible to find it at such a time.

He was still waiting for Darkness.

After thinking about it, Shade chose to hide some of the content on the parchment, and only told Tifa about the potion.

"These things are indeed left by the ring warlock! The ancestor of Dr. Alfred is a powerful ring warlock. According to the self-report on the parchment, the other party lived about 800 years ago and was dying. It used to be the nine-ring warlock."

The nine-ring is already a high ring, no matter what era it is a powerhouse.

"Then how did that gentleman die?"

asked the lady maid sitting on the sofa.

"I don't know, he said on the parchment that he is going to challenge a strong enemy and fight an eleventh-ring warlock with his friends. Because he is worried that he will not be able to come back, he will use The two items that arrived were left in the basement of the old house. They were written in ancient scripts, hoping that the ordinary person who found these two items in the future would not tamper with them. If it was a warlock, they could use them.”

Here, Shade omits about the sword.

"He obviously did not expect that his descendants would live in that small town and continue to use the Alfred surname for 800 years."

That The signature of the nine-ring warlock, the surname is also Alfred, so Shade knows that this is the ancestor of the ophthalmologist.

"The ring is a keeper-level relic. Although I have seen the information before, I don't know the more specific function for the time being, but I know the effect of the potion."

Shade put the bottle of red potion on the coffee table, because it was used by Dr. Alfred, so there are only about three-quarters left:
"This is not a potion, but eight hundred years. The former ring warlock, a derivative of the [Relic] obtained in an accident. The specific relic is not mentioned in the parchment, but the role of the potion is clearly written."

He and the maid The young lady looked towards the bottle together:

"Dropping the potion directly into the eyes can further enhance the evolution of eye-related spells and Mystic Art. Keep the magic eye in this potion, It can effectively suppress the negative effects of some magic eyes when they are separated from the body."

"Evolving Mystic Art and spells? This is a very rare thing."

Tifa cover With a sigh, Shade nods, but unfortunately [Time Perception] has nothing to do with eyes, otherwise he would know the truth.

Shade pointed to the other half of the bottle of clear yellow potion:
"Those potions handled by Dr. Alfred may not be able to be used. But the remaining three-quarters of the red potions, I want to try to evolve my [Blood Echo]. Tifa, can you please help me? I need someone to control the droplets into my eyes and stop when I say stop."

"No problem, but what is the evolutionary direction of the ability to observe bloodstains?"

"Probably see it more clearly."

Shade said, and then lay down on the sofa.

The cat who didn't know what to do in the bedroom just now rushed up, jumped to Shade's chest, and looked down at him condescendingly. The cat wasn't heavy at all, but to keep it from disturbing things for a while, Shade reached out with both hands and pressed it against his clothes.

"That's it."

He opened his eyes and looked towards the ceiling, while Tifa ripped off the stopper of the medicine bottle and controlled the liquid to fly out in a bunch.

The first drop entered the eye and Shade felt nothing, followed by the second and third.

He gradually felt his eyes warming, but not fiery. And as more than ten droplets fell, the temperature around the eyes seemed to drop again, but it wasn't particularly cold either.

The spirit in the special potion gradually penetrates the entire eye and interacts with the soul that manipulates the body.

With the whistle and bell, the ring of life automatically floats over the Shade. Shade watched the slowly spinning ring of life as he received the liquid into his eyes.

The seven spirit runes shone with powerful auras of four colors, and the most dazzling among them was undoubtedly the Miracle spirit rune [Echo], which had been washed by a drop of divinity.

"Echo of Blood. [Echo]."

An idea came to my mind, and as the idea came into being, the rune with the dazzling golden aura immediately burst into a more intense rays of light.

"Tifa, put a drop of your blood in my eye!"

He said suddenly.

The black-haired girl didn't ask why, and slashed her finger with a knife, squeezing a drop of blood above Shade's eye. The rays of light on the top of the head illuminate Shade's eyes, and against the light reflected from the eyeballs, red droplets and fresh red blood fall.

And just at this moment, the bell of the bell tower of the distant city rang. The reverberation reverberated, and Shade's scalp tingled with the strange realization.

The voice of "her" finally appeared in my ears:

[Blood and time, the echo of red. Devour that blood, smear that light, you have met blood many times, and the power of blood, together with time and space, will echo in your blood vessels and your soul. ]

The power of conjuration - [Echo of Blood] has been implicated in the Miracle spirit rune. It has not gone away, it has acquired a whole new power.

[Outlander, you have obtained Mystic Art - Echoes of Blood. ]

Above the rotating ring of life, the rays of light of the [Echo] spirit rune illuminate the Shade below like the sun, making Tifa unable to even look directly at the scene in front of her.

The golden light shone on her body, and even the six-ring warlock and alternate Demoness could vaguely hear the phantom grand and trembling soul bells. But in the end, the ring of life slowly disappeared in the steam mist, Shade asked Tifa to stop dripping the liquid, and slowly sat up with the sofa.

"How is it? Did it succeed?"

She probably hasn't seen the scene of the evolution of the spell, and the scene just now was indeed amazing.

"The effect is very good."

Shade closed his eyes hard, then opened them again, the blood-colored halo gradually converged in his eyes, and the moment the blood-color disappeared, the arc of golden It also flashed in his eyes:

"Better than I thought, incantation, it has become Mystic Art."

(end of this chapter)