Chapter 1529 May the earth be with you and me (end of this volume)
Dr. Schneider naturally knew what Shade was asking. He sat up straight and took out the newspaper he had just put in his pocket. He leaned back, unfolded the newspaper, and used it to cover his face:
"Mr. Fernandez, the curator of the Randall Valley City Statuary Museum, I have already gone to see him. After you defeated the mirror, the curse on him has disappeared. Although the life span lost in the past cannot be made up, at least in
He was free for the rest of his short life. I had a brief chat with him, and he asked me to thank you. Originally, he wanted to give you a sum of money as a reward, but I refused for you."
"Just refuse. Mr. Fernandez should use that money to enjoy the rest of his life."
Shade breathed a sigh of relief. He did not look at the doctor behind the newspaper, but took out a handful of cat food from his pocket. After bending down, he threw the crushed cat food to the ground in front of him. One person leaned back, and the other
He leaned forward as if he and the doctor were not talking at all.
The pigeons at the door of the church were really attracted by the cat food and gathered here:
"The curator reminded me that the cross can deal with the mirror. He was of great help. That's good, but what about the captain?"
A sighing voice came from behind the newspaper:
"I found all the demon summoning materials in the safe at Oxenfurt Manor. I originally wanted to go back yesterday to see if I had missed anything else, but the people from the church had sealed the place. So, I went to the city yesterday.
I visited Captain Woody, but unfortunately he passed away."
"Um?"
Although he made a questioning sound, Shade, who was feeding the pigeons, did not change his expression. He was still watching the pigeons eat:
"When? How did you pass away?"
"There was a big earthquake in the early hours of Saturday morning, and the house on Captain Woody's farm collapsed. By the time people dug him out, he had already died."
"But he..."
Shade, who sprinkled the cat food on the pigeons, wanted to say that the captain had magical abilities given by an unknown ocean demon, but then he remembered that most of those abilities can only be effective in an environment with rivers or oceans.
"Because he had just died and hadn't had time to bury him, I went to see the body."
The doctor's voice continued to come from behind the newspaper. The noisy streets and pedestrians walking around in front of the two did not affect their conversation:
"The captain's soul has disappeared, and there are obvious signs of demonic power. The demon has kidnapped the captain's soul... There is no way to track it for the time being. The other party's power will not be weaker than that stone mirror."
Shade pursed his lips. He thought that even if he couldn't break Captain Woody's contract with the devil, he could at least help him, but he didn't expect this to be the result.
"When you sign a contract with the devil, you should have thought about how it will end. You don't have to be sad for him. I got a letter from the captain's old servant. It was left to you or your friend by Captain Woody.
of."
The doctor said that the early spring sunshine shines on the body, and the warm feeling is extremely comfortable. Although the temperature in the past winter was very low, now that the first Randall flower has bloomed, the temperature has also risen quickly.
"I or my friends...it seems Captain Woody doesn't have much hope for me. Doctor, what did the letter say?"
"Some things about demons and the details of summoning demons. He probably didn't explain this part to you clearly last time. At the end of the letter, the old captain said that he accepted his fate calmly and must pay for what he got.
He said that if you really succeed in solving Stone Oxenfurt and the demon, please take their story with you and live a good life. Although he is not afraid of death, he is afraid of being forgotten."
The doctor's tone was monotonous, and this was probably not a novel story for him. Before meeting Shade in the summer of 1853 and inviting him to enroll, Bill Schneider himself had solved many troubles related to demons. Such stories
He has seen too much.
"I will remember the old captain."
Shade nodded and said, and sprinkled another handful of cat food, watching the pigeons lowering their heads and scrambling for the crumbs of cat food in front of him.
Although he sighed softly, the doctor still noticed it. He turned the newspaper in his hand to the next page and looked at the statement and notice issued by the city hall regarding the temporarily closed area in the valley outside the city:
"I know what you are lamenting, but detective, this is life. Someone will always come to us, and someone will always leave."
"Two leaves falling from a tree and intertwining in the air mean that they will soon be separated. And the day when friends meet in life means that they will say goodbye forever."
Shade said, while the doctor tilted his head from behind the newspaper and looked at his bent back:
"Who said that? It sounds good, maybe I can write it down."
"Dorothy. The ending of Miss Norma's disappearance in "The Hamilton Detective Stories". However, this story has not been published yet and will probably be published in the newspaper next week."
The doctor nodded and wrote down the title of the story. He raised his head to let the warm morning sunlight shine on his face, then continued to look at the newspaper and asked with a smile:
"Although you didn't write it yourself, looking at you, it seems that you really felt a lot about this adventure in the Randall Valley."
"Yes."
There were many people walking in front of them, but no one stopped to pay attention to the young people feeding the pigeons and the middle-aged people reading newspapers. Behind them, the ripples on the surface of the Ellon River reflected the golden sunshine. The upper reaches of the river had already
The shadows of boats appeared, and on the edge of the river, washerwomen gathered in twos and threes, beating their clothes while chatting in vulgar slang about the anecdotes they had heard.
Spring is really coming.
The street in front of him was crowded with people. Shade continued to crush the cat food in his hand with his fingers, and even felt that the sunlight was a bit dazzling:
"I have seen many stories here, including the hatred between the Anjou royal family and the Stonemasons that lasted for more than ten years, the tragic marriage story of Stone Oxenfurt and Hella Watson, the love tragedy and comedy of the Enriquez couple,
The Granger family has spread the legend of two eras. Of course, there are also noble souls who voluntarily sacrificed themselves, the unlucky curator who was cursed by the devil, and the girl who followed in her father's footsteps..."
Another handful of cat food crumbs were spilled, and the white pigeons immediately followed the cat food and came to the feet of Shade and the doctor. Shade looked at the way their white feathers were crowded together, and the doctor's voice
Another message came from behind the newspaper:
"If you remember these stories, the people in these stories will never disappear because of your memory. You are a witness, just like the earth under our feet and the sky above our heads. Although you cannot tell these stories
Tell more people, but once you witness them, they will remain in your heart, and those people and those things are not meaningless."
"This passage is also very interesting."
Shade shook his head gently and felt the wind blowing through his hair.
The wind blew the cat food crumbs on the ground to one side, allowing the pigeons to rush to catch up; the wind gently swept over the green shoots tended by the church nuns in the flowerbed behind the bench; the wind swept over the Dawn Church
In front of the crowd, the gentlemen held down their hats, the ladies held up their skirts, the flower girl held up the fabric on the basket, and the newspaper boy held up the newspaper in his satchel.
Shade raised his head and looked at the crowd and church in front of him. He still had many stories he wanted to share with others, and many things he was looking forward to telling his friends. The story of the Chosen One of the Earth was not something he experienced in the Randall Valley.
The stories that touched him the most. Those people and things in the corner of his memory, maybe just like Dr. Schneider said, they will stay in his heart forever.
He sighed softly, and then met the old Huck who walked towards the church steps in the crowd, but accidentally turned back. This man once assassinated Prince William of Anjou at the banquet, but due to Margaret's operation,
The old stonemason, who was released from prison under a different identity, suddenly felt that the handsome young man sitting on the bench looked like an agent who had interrogated him. But after shaking his head, he realized that the two faces seemed different.
Shade nodded politely to him, and continued to look up at the slightly busy door of the church. Then he looked up again, looking at the stained glass on the front of the church, at the church spire, at the white clouds, until
He looked at the sun.
"The weather is great."
He whispered softly, then lowered his head to look at the pigeons eating at his feet. The sound of newspapers being flipped could be heard in his ears, but this time Dr. Schneider did not speak.
The sun was shining warmly on her body. If possible, Shade would like to sit here for a while longer so that she could take a break. In the wind, "she" smiled softly and whispered in Shade's ear:
[The current world, the sixth era, 1854 in the universal calendar, spring, the windy month. The wind of early spring blows the earth, and your eyes have witnessed the story of the ancient river valley. The love carved in stone is secretly broken, and the girl destined to sacrifice
To survive for you, the guardian of the earth holds up the noble golden cup. The banquet between gods and humans is your myth. Kiss the soil, kiss the delicate flowers, kiss the world, the earth and I will all witness your story. When the beautiful witch is crazy
You who stand on the earth, in this ancient city where spring comes, a stranger who travels across the earth, facing the sun, have you really seen the ending you expected?】
"Yes, this is the ending I want...probably."
As I answered the question in my heart, I suddenly felt a sense of loss for some reason, as if the story had no meaning.
【Old stories end, new stories always begin, just like the arrival of spring on the earth.】
"Her" voice is even gentler than the wind in early spring.
"Yes."
Shade smiled in his heart and said, crushing the last few grains of cat food and throwing them to the ground.
The daylight shines on Shade, who is bent over on a bench on the bank of the Elrond River, and Dr. Schneider, who is reading a newspaper. Pedestrians walking on the street are hurrying, and carriages passing through the streets are as busy as ever.
The roof of Dawn Church reflects the dazzling light, and the windows with stained glass on the church walls also reflect strange colors that are not found on rainy and foggy days.
The young nun pushed open the window on the second floor of the church and wanted to fix the window with iron bolts. She crossed the busy street and saw the young man bending down to feed the pigeons in the distance. She blushed for some reason. But on the long street
On the side of the stool, on the pole of the black iron gas street light, the lower right corner of the advertisement for "The Stonemasons Guild Recruiting Workers to Go to Willondale" rustled in the cold wind.
On this sunny morning, the scenery at the door of the church is simply the best oil painting depicting early spring. And Shade, who was lowering his head in the center of the painting, suddenly said to the doctor beside him:
"Speaking of which, when you return to Tobesk, please come with me to see Detective Sparrow Hamilton. We buried a flower seed next to his grave last fall."
"Of course, I think that seed has already taken root. But why not invite Louisa or Annat?"
The doctor asked curiously. Shade looked at the pigeon expressionlessly and shook his head slowly:
"I don't want Uncle Sparrow to know what I did in the house he left behind."
The doctor holding the newspaper laughed:
"You see, the detective is dead, but he still exists. In the earth, in your heart."
Shade nodded. At this time, large clouds as white as cotton were slowly floating in the blue sky above their heads. However, the pigeons that should have been flying in the blue sky were attracted by the cat food and lowered their heads.
The heads gathered above the earth.
"Born on the earth, died on the earth, buried on the earth."
Shade suddenly remembered the epitaph of Mr. Lacers, so he straightened up slightly and turned his head, looking from the ground to the doctor aside:
"doctor."
"What's wrong?"
The blue-eyed middle-aged man also turned his head and looked at Shade from the side while still holding the newspaper.
"Although I know that we will be separated one day, I hope that day will be as late as possible."
"Um...thank you?"
"Are you willing to accept my blessing?"
"certainly."
Shade winked at him:
"I've been hearing this a lot lately in the Randall Valley - May the earth be with you and me."
The doctor smiled and nodded, but suddenly he saw the huge golden Holy Grail flashing past behind Shade. Because the sun was very bright, the shadow of the Holy Grail in Lake Mo looked very much like an illusion.
Bill Dimon Schneider did not delve into this, but continued to read the newspaper in his hand leisurely. After all, newspapers are interesting, and it was not the first time that the phantom behind Shade appeared.
Shade lowered his head and continued to look at the pigeons in front of him. His mood gradually improved, and he thought about what he should do in the spring of 1854.
Go for an outing with Lesia in the countryside, accompany Dorothy to the city to collect materials, carry Mia to the Seer Association to ask Luvia for divination, or go to Carina Manor to spend a wonderful afternoon and evening with the beautiful witch.
Of course, we can’t forget the honorary degree, the Tour of Torbesk and the visit to Miss Gaude. The life of a foreigner is always so busy.
I couldn't help but smile, and then I looked up and saw the old bishop walking out of the shadows at the door of the church and walking to the steps of the church in the sunshine.
Shade tugged on the doctor's sleeve, stood up and waved to the old man. The early spring wind blew again, fluttering his clothes. In his ear, "she" whispered softly: