"What sad news... So can you help deliver this money to Mr. Le Maire's family? I think they need the money very much."
Although he knew that Mrs. Flamel's commission was fine, Shade did not forget to continue acting. Then, as he expected, Mr. Delal waved his hand at him:
"I know that Le Maire has a distant relative in Tobesk who can inherit the inheritance, but only the lawyer knows the specific address. Since he has unfortunately passed away, I think there is no need to pay back the money."
Mr. Delal and Mr. Le Maire are old friends who have known each other for many years, and it is a bit sentimental to say this.
After Shade pretended to be enthusiastic and consoled him for a few words, Mr. Delal found a wine glass and red wine and drank a glass with Shade. When the two clinked their glasses, they wished that the soul of Mr. Le Maire, who was buried at the bottom of the sea, could rest in peace.
Shade achieved his goal and there was no need to stay any longer. After drinking, he planned to leave immediately, but the liquid in the cup reminded him of another red liquid, so he blinked out of curiosity.
Lower your eyes and use the spell [Echo of Blood] to observe the room.
The result was far beyond expectations. The floor and walls were normal, but the entire ceiling was filled with a blood-colored halo. This was not because the ceiling was stained with blood, but because blood was seeping down from the top of the head on the second floor.
Judging from this amount, it was difficult for Shade to imagine what was going on upstairs.
"Are you sure Mr. Delal is an ordinary person?"
I had already confirmed it when I entered, but I still couldn't help but ask.
【Very confirmed.】
"Well."
It seems that there are still some things that need to be investigated clearly regarding Flamel's inheritance entrustment. And since the other party is just an ordinary person, Shade thinks that there is no need to pretend not to see it.
He nodded, put down the wine glass in his hand, took out his pocket watch and took a look:
"It's getting late, so Mr. Delal, let's meet again."
After saying that, he stood up and Mr. Delal walked Shade to the door in a normal manner.
Opening his umbrella at the door, the young stranger nodded to Mr. Delal again, and then walked into the rain.
An hour later, Shade returned from the hotel. He put on the clothes that were soaked due to diving, and put on a cloak with a hood. He also wore a mask on his face and did not hold an umbrella.
was standing in the alley behind Mr. Dellal's house.
Mermaid Lane is a very good alley nearby. The ground is paved with bluestones. Even on such a rainy day, you will not step into the mud. But the alley behind the row of two-story buildings is the same as the alleys that can be seen everywhere in this era.
, soaked by the rain, it completely turned into a mud pit. Not many people are willing to come to this kind of place, so it is convenient for Shade to move around.
I looked at the metal pipe on the back wall, tried shaking it and found that it was still strong, so I climbed up the pipe. This kind of pipe fixed on the wall is fixed with buckles and steel nails at regular intervals.
, so it is also convenient for Xia De’s actions.
Climbing to the second floor, when he saw that the distance was almost there, he reached for his pocket with one hand, chanted a mantra, dropped the frog legs, and then pounced, jumping to the second floor with a jumping ability that a normal person would never have.
Window sill.
There were originally some flower pots placed on the windowsill, but Shade hit them and some of them fell. But the rain was so loud that there was almost no sound when the flower pots fell into the mud.
According to the location of the living room, the room with blood should be inside this window now. But the curtains were closed tightly and the inside could not be seen, so Shade asked:
"Can you feel the elements?"
【Not yet.】
I tried to push the window open, and sure enough it was locked from the inside with a brass buckle.
But this did not trouble Shade. He waved his palm forward, and the arc-shaped moonlight accurately cut the metal window frame, and then destroyed the lock inside. Similarly, the slight shattering of the glass and the sound of the breaking of the metal also covered up the sound.
In the rain.
He did not push the window open immediately, but held his breath for a while and listened to the sounds inside. After confirming that he was not discovered, he pushed the window gently and opened a gap.
The smell of blood wafted out from the cracks in the window almost immediately, and quickly dissipated in the moisture of the heavy rain.
Shade couldn't help but frown, and instead of pushing the window open immediately, he squatted on the window sill and carefully opened the curtains in front of him with his fingers.
There was light in the room, and you could see through the cracks in the window that six long red candles were inserted on the floor covered with fresh plasma. A huge six-pointed star was painted on the ground with black plasma, and the six candles were placed at the six vertices.
At the same time, some strange ancient characters were written in the gaps between the six-pointed star patterns, and some glass vessels filled with meat balls were placed.
Inside the room behind the curtains, all the furniture had been cleared away. Except for the wall where the invisible window was located, the other three walls were all covered with prayers written in common script. The paint was of course blood.
Looking up at the ceiling, several human skulls have steel nails nailed to the top, and ropes are tied to the steel nails, hanging down from the ceiling. Because the windows are opened to allow the outdoor wind to flow in, the skulls sway slightly, and the candles
The dim light is particularly penetrating.
"Still no trace of the four elements or spirit?"
【No.】
"Then I understand."
The terrifying scene in the room made the expression behind the mask become more serious:
"This is cult worship for ordinary people."
It’s not just ring magicians who believe in evil gods for the sake of power. The worship of evil gods among ordinary people is the largest type among cultists.
Maybe it was because I came into contact with and joined the cult, maybe I just saw something in a book and derived my worship, maybe it was because I came into contact with some special items, it was also due to family reasons, maybe there was something wrong with my head...
But no matter which one it is, according to the words of senior priest Rat August——
Any cultist should be executed immediately, there is no need for those guys to be saved.
Mr. Dral is probably a cultist among ordinary people, and the things in the room are some kind of rituals he is performing. The layout of the room looks a bit like the so-called evil rituals, but in fact, with Shade's shallow knowledge,
It seems that this ridiculous ritual does not conform to basic ritual science at all, and is more like something made up by ordinary people.
The ritual itself will naturally not have any effect, but this kind of behavior is also quite dangerous. In a world where extraordinary power truly exists, even if the ritual is incorrect, it may lead to some kind of terrible twisted power.
The Orthodox Church strictly prohibits such behavior, and the contemporary Five Gods Church is relatively mild in the eyes of the public. However, if it was not Shad who discovered this scene today, but the church, then Mr. Delal would probably be executed immediately.
"Things seem to be getting a little complicated. Speaking of which, the inheritance... how did the crew member Le Maire die? Was Mrs. Le Maire inadvertently involved in some conspiracy? Or, these two
It actually has nothing to do with it.”
Shade thought for a while, pushed the window open enough for him to get in, and then jumped in from the window sill. The feeling of his boots on the blood was very bad.
He gently closed the window behind him, glanced at the wall with the window, and immediately saw a tripod placed against the foot of the wall. On the tripod was a large open book.
Not hearing the footsteps outside, Shade walked over and flipped through the book a little. The black leather cover, dark blue faded ink, and yellowed pages with moth-eaten marks looked very much like the so-called
Ancient occult books.
But after Shade flipped through it, he realized that everything in it was made up based on imagination. It was not systematic, the content was ridiculous, and the terminology was completely wrong. It was okay to deceive ordinary people, but any magician could see through this book at a glance.
the truth.
The only thing that surprised him was that the page that was opened in the big book with the title "Conch Text" was a ritual to pray to the evil god to lift the curse.
The ritual pattern of the five-pointed star on the ground is exactly the same as the hand-drawn pattern on this page, indicating that the owner of this place, Jason Dellal, is not worshiping the evil god due to a broken head, but wants to pray for the other party to lift the curse.
Things seem to be getting weirder and weirder.
Putting his hand on the book, he let the woman's voice in his heart confirm that the book itself was just an ordinary item, and then he took out the revolver from his waist. After taking a look to make sure that he had taken it correctly, he quietly walked to the door, and then deliberately slammed
Step on the floor.
The silence downstairs continued for a second, and then Shade heard the sound of a porcelain teacup falling to the ground. The sound of thumping upstairs was heard, but the footsteps did not enter this room, but entered the room next door.
The chair was pushed away, the lock was turned, the drawer was opened, and then there was the sound of bullets being pressed in.
The panicked Mr. Delal pulled the safety of the cold firearm in his hand with trembling fingers, and then walked out of the door cautiously.
But just as he walked out of the door, the gun was pressed against his forehead from outside.
Wearing a black robe with water dripping from it, Shade stood in the corridor. For some reason, Mr. Delal breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his opponent was a human and the weapon he was using was a firearm.
He probably thought that his ritual had really attracted something extraordinary.
"lay down your weapon."
Shade's dull voice came from behind the mask. The middle-aged man did not recognize that the young man in front of him was the young man who came to visit not long ago. He hesitated, and Shade snorted softly.
"oh!"
Under the effect of the spell, flames suddenly shot up from the sleeve of Mr. Delal's gun-holding hand. He immediately dropped the pistol in panic and slapped the wall with his sleeve to put out the fire.
The flames were quickly extinguished. He was trembling and wanted to turn around and run away, but was kicked by Shade in the crook of the leg.
Sitting on the ground in fear, with his back against the wall, Shade's gun was still pointed at his forehead. From the inexplicable fire on his sleeve just now, the middle-aged man already understood what a stranger was:
"The Ringmancer."
"Yes."
"Help me, I can give you whatever you want."
He raised his hands high and even wanted to hug Shade's arm, but the muzzle of the gun moved and he immediately did not dare to move.
"save you?"
Xia De raised the gun in his hand and pointed it at the room covered with plasma:
"Now, follow me into the room over here and tell me what happened to you."