"Curse?" Lily's eyes widened, "What is that thing?"
"I know, I know." Bell whispered, and after realizing that Lily didn't stop him, he raised his voice slightly. "In the tribe where I grew up, the high priest tied a straw into a small figure and put someone's head and fingernails inside.
Then he chanted strange words and burned the little man. The person whose head and fingernails were taken away would get sick and die!" He clasped his hands on his chest with a serious look on his face, "So our fingernails will all be eaten.
Here, you won’t be cursed!”
Lily stared at Bell with disgust on her face, and Yuffie tried hard not to laugh out loud.
"Bell, what you are talking about is a kind of witchcraft. But in the definition of secret magic, it is not a real curse." The girl straightened her expression and pointed her chin with her index finger. "Simply speaking, a curse is made with the help of a certain
An external existence with autonomous consciousness, a means of imposing the will of the caster on others. Generally speaking, the will of the caster is biased towards the negative, but depending on the object being used, there may be different actual manifestations -
—”
"Wait a minute." Lily interrupted her tirade. "Can you speak human language?"
"Hmm... Well, that's probably a situation similar to being haunted by a wraith." Yuffie thought for a moment, then added, "However, you won't be cursed if you simply come into contact with a wraith. There must be someone... or something else.
Something that needs to be instigated from behind."
"Ghosts... ghosts are the scariest things!" Bell hugged his shoulders and shivered. "What I mean is, I hate things that can't be chopped!"
"Hmm, um." Lily turned to look at the Viscountess, ignoring the complaints from the Belonites. "That is to say, does anyone want to harm her?"
"It's not impossible... but it's too early to be sure." The girl shook her head, "Although it's a bit rude... Madam, do you have any enemies or rivals? Or is it your husband's?"
The woman thought for a moment and slowly shook her head. "Probably not. I don't deal much with territorial affairs, and no one I know will benefit from my illness or death." She seemed to sigh lightly, "My
My husband is very kind to people. As far as I know, everyone, whether noble, businessman or commoner, has a good opinion of him. He has no bad habits and has never been in debt to anyone. I can't think of anyone who would have a grudge against him."
"Hmm..." Lily's brows knitted together. She grabbed Yuffie's shoulders and shook her back and forth. "That 'curse' or something is very troublesome? Can't you try to remove it?"
Of course it's troublesome, Yuffie sighed inwardly. From weak dead souls to powerful hell lords, the 'foreign beings' that the curse relies on are all kinds of strange, and their reactions to the interruption of the 'request' are also different. In
It is extremely dangerous and irresponsible to rashly try to remove the curse before confirming its source and mode of action. It may cause the cracker to be cursed, the caster to suffer backlash, the recipient to die on the spot, or even worse and more difficult to deal with.
expected results.
"Remember it clearly for me, don't use curses lightly! Don't be good at understanding curses!" In the spell class at Eagle College, Instructor Aaron still yelled five times in front of me, "If you let me know,
If any of you loses his life because you escaped the curse, I will write down his stupid deeds in the next edition of the handouts, so that all your descendants will remember that fool’s name!”
She reorganized the known clues. The power of the curse endured by the Viscountess was very low, but the number was quite alarming. According to her account, it obviously increased gradually over the years. The caster did not seem to want her life so much.
It's hard to imagine that it was just out of pure hatred that she endured years of torture. More importantly, where did the caster find so many weak 'foreign objects'?
"If the source cannot be found, even if the curse is lifted, it will come back." Yuffie explained, trying not to let others see her troubles, "But don't worry, madam. You don't know many people, so you have to confirm
The source should be very simple." She walked up behind the woman and gently massaged her shoulders, "Have you ever been to any... place that was quite 'special' that left a deep impression on you? Somewhere near here."
"When I was young, I visited many interesting places." The Viscountess narrowed her eyes slightly and slowly recalled, "Moving sand dunes tens of meters high, houses built on top of giant trees, and
A magnificent palace sleeping underground. Although Winterfell has a history of thousands of years, it is considered a special place..." She lowered her head and looked at the ground at her feet, "It probably only has underground sewer facilities."
"Water...facilities?"
"Yes." The woman said with some nostalgia, "It has been preserved since the Republic period and is still used as an important facility, constantly being repaired and expanded." She closed her eyes and recalled, "Before the "Guild" was established, the city's
Many 'secret organizations' use it as a meeting place. Homeless tramps or orphans will also choose to spend the winter in the corner of the facility. The environment there is indeed not very good, but at least they can stay away from the threat of cold wind."
Yuffie looked at the Viscountess who introduced these things familiarly, and suddenly understood who Lin had inherited her character from.
Then, she asked a few more questions, but didn't get any more clues. Mrs. Campbell didn't have a deep understanding of magic. The curse against her was too weak and too old. It was almost impossible to confirm the time when the curse was originally cast.
She looked a little tired because she had talked a lot. Yuffie suggested that she take a rest. After getting her permission, Lily carefully picked her up from the chair.
"Hmm... so light." Lily pursed her lips, "Much lighter than Yuffie..."
"She definitely needs more nutrition," Alphonse said. "It would be great if she could drink engine oil."
Of course that's impossible. Yuffie's nose is a little sore. This can be regarded as Alphonse's unique way of caring - and Lily's.
She vowed again in her heart that she would try her best to cure Mrs. Campbell - in order not to disappoint everyone who believed in her.
They came to Mrs. Campbell's bedroom. The whole room was light yellow, with light golden patterned wallpaper on the walls. It looked warm and comfortable. The wallpaper was slightly peeling, and the room was very clean, with a faint lemon aroma floating around. Lily said
The woman gently placed her on the bed and covered her with a quilt. A portrait hung directly opposite the bed. The three people in the portrait looked very close. Yuffie recognized the young Lin and the younger Mrs. Campbell.
"He is my husband." The Viscountess looked at the man in the painting and explained softly, "If you are willing to stay, you can see him tonight."
"Thank you, I'm honored." Yuffie nodded slightly, "Please have a good rest, madam."