Veronica followed Hevin into the basement.

She looked around this place with some excitement. It was dark but clean. The weapons and props on the walls and in the cabinets all looked primitive and mysterious. The appearance and style of most of the items looked like they were from centuries ago, maybe even

From a more distant era,.

Hevin looked at Veronica curiously poking her head like a small rodent and said:

"They are all small collections. If you see something you want, you can tell me and I will see if it is suitable to send it in. After all, I want you to do this for me."

Veronica shook her head repeatedly:

"I don't need payment."

Hewen said:

"This is not a reward, it can only be regarded as a small gift. Compared with the ability to open the door to the underworld, these things are like toys."

Veronica looked around, and when she saw some skeleton specimens and ghastly weapons, her eyes couldn't help but shine:

"Aren't these dangerous?"

Hewen said:

"The things placed outside are basically decorations and are not dangerous, especially if they are in your hands, they are just like the long sword in the hands of a well-trained knight.

"In the hands of a child, the long sword may represent danger and instability, but in the hands of an adult, the long sword may represent strength, and in the hands of a knight, the long sword represents glory and protection."

Veronica stared at a humanoid corpse about two meters tall.

Hewen followed her eyes and looked at the corpse:

"Demons, a kind of alien creature with evil and chaotic nature, come from a hellish place near another continent. They are keen to trick mortals into selling their souls, or bring them a bunch of other people's souls, and then exchange them for so-called power.

"According to our classification here, he is in a position called legend between mortals and demigods, and I remember that this guy smuggled here from the Strady Continent and deceived the Fifth

After a soul met me.

"So you shouldn't be able to bring its owner back through this corpse. His soul did not go to the underworld, and of course, it did not return to hell."

Veronica nodded in understanding:

"Oh~"

Veronica turned her head and looked at another place. A silver mirror stained with mottled blood stood on the ground. She walked slowly to the mirror, but no matter which angle she looked from, she could not see her reflection.

Hewen walked behind her:

"Actually, a long time ago, the function of this mirror was to communicate with another dimension.

"But I later recast it with the help of a friend to give it a completely new function, which was to reflect the special side of its owner."

Veronica looked at the mirror that glowed with orange-red light:

"Professor Hewen, you are..."

Hewen said:

"More like a metaphor."

He reached out and knocked on the mirror, and the red light gradually went out.

A tall woman with gray skin wearing a dark gauze skirt, holding a black umbrella, stood in the center of the mirror.

The place where she stood was a cemetery shrouded in fog, so her face became looming, and her expression could not be seen clearly.

Veronica looked at herself in the mirror with a gloomy temperament, and for some reason, her face flushed with shame:

"too……"

Hewen said:

"Both are you, but one of them is buried deep in your heart."

Veronica said:

"You can choose the gift when you come back."

Hewen nodded:

"Anyway, you're going to pull me back later."

Hevin stood in front of Veronica and said to himself:

"My name is Heven, not Hevendrenger."

Veronica said:

"Um."

Hewen shook his head and his hair was instantly dyed golden:

"I am twenty-four years old, a baron, without a wife or children. I regard swordsmanship and knighthood as my lifelong pursuit."

The shape of Hewen's face also began to change, looking younger and more handsome than before, like the protagonist of a novel about knights who transitioned from a woman to a knight:

"The cause of death was that he underestimated his opponent during the duel and did not know that his opponent was fighting with the intention of killing him, so his throat was slit while he was slacking off."

Hewen pulled out the long sword that didn't exist just now from his waist.

Veronica knelt down on one knee in front of Hevin.

Hevin gently tapped Veronica's shoulder four times with the back of his sword.

Veronica lowered her head and said:

"I swear to charge into battle for Lord Baron Heven, bringing death and disaster to the enemy, devouring their souls, wearing out their will, crushing their bones, corrupting their flesh and blood, and twisting their minds.

"The dead are my servants, and the wandering souls are my pioneers. We will tear apart the edge between the world and the underworld, and give death to the sinners who fall into disputes in ignorance."

Hewen said:

"I declare that you, Veronica Gawain Pendragon, officially become my death knight."

Veronica stood up.

Hewen held his sword upright.

The beautiful knight reached out and held the hilt of the sword together with Hevin.

The feeling of weakness and powerlessness spread from the soles of Veronica's feet up her thighs, crawled across her waist, strangled her throat, scratched her neck, tore her face, and finally seeped into her skin and stretched out.

The gray color saturated everything about Veronica, including her skin, clothes, voice, eyes, temperament, soul, and demeanor.

All that is left is gray.

And in the haze, Veronica vaguely saw a noble and majestic horse through the gray surrounding her.

The horse walked towards her with graceful and slow steps.

Veronica walked forward to the side of the horse and found that its whole body was also gray, except for its flowing mane, which shone with silver unlike other parts.

Veronica reached out her hand and carefully stroked the horse.

The horse raised its head and roared.

Veronica rode on the gray horse.

The road to the underworld opened before her.

The death knight's gray horse walked forward at a brisk and soothing pace.

Shrouded in gray mist, in front of the Death Knight, there was a stone door standing alone in the wilderness.

The death knight came to the door.

Then he rode in on horseback.

Reality.

Veronica's skin has turned into an undead-like gray-white color, and her eyes are staring ahead blankly.

And on the floor between her and Hewen, a gap opened and black mist spewed out.

The Death Knight has gone to the gate of the underworld and found and opened a passage for him. Baron Hevin from the earth can go to the kingdom of the dead at any time.

Hewen looked at the crack, wondering what he was thinking in his heart.

Hevin told himself that hesitation would only make things more troublesome.

So he took a step forward.

Let yourself hang above the crack.

Then close your eyes.
Chapter completed!