RNP Chapter 3735 A Request That Has Not Yet Failed
Chapter 3735 A Request That Has Not Yet Failed
Chapter 3735 A Request That Has Not Yet Failed
The three people by the fire all possessed some knowledge of the soul, and thus knew the immense resolve that Valentine Halonin had to undergo to self-destruct her soul. This destiny had become one with her; if she refused to do this, Shad would never attain it.
"this is for you."
The weak, transparent soul trembled as it tossed the cracked ring to Shad:
"This is not a thank-you gift or an apology; I'm exchanging this for this rose. Fool. Yes, how apt, fool."
Thus, at this moment, Shad possessed the Ring of Fate of [Resurrection], [Death], and [The Fool] simultaneously, and these alone were more than enough for this night's gains.
Her weakened soul could no longer speak easily; its faint spiritual essence seemed as if it would dissipate with a mere gust of wind. The baron, seated in his wheelchair, looked at her, but she only gazed at the icy rose in her hand.
The Baron said to Shad:
"I have nothing to give you, and I don't know much about Mr. Snake and his secrets. But I know how much trouble I've caused you, and now that death is upon us, there's no point in saying anything more."
All I can offer is my apology. I don't regret the life choices I made, but I'm sorry I took advantage of you.
The Baron hadn't actually done much wrong; although he had made a deal with Mr. Snake, he hadn't harmed anyone. Therefore, while Shad didn't entirely approve of his views on love, he was slightly more friendly towards him.
"After you die, I will tell your story to the church, and the church will handle your estate. Do you have a will or any arrangements for your affairs after death? For the sake of this 'Fool's Ring,' I can help you convey it."
The soul in the wheelchair shook its head:
"I prepared my will years ago, it's in the drawer of the study in the old house. I thought that after I died, I would leave the family property to my nephew, a distant relative. The Samir family has really declined. I bought a house in Willendale many years ago, just before the Willendale house price skyrocketed, with the last of the family's assets."
I originally planned to move there with her after finding her, so no one knew about the house. The signatures on the land deed and property deed came from a false identity. I kept these two contracts in the vault of the Carsonrick Central Bank in Willendale. The vault only requires a key to open, and the key is behind a picture frame in the study of the old house.
Mr. Watson, I know you probably don't care about such a gift, but please accept it; it's the only way I can express my apology.
This time, Shad didn't refuse. He planned to go to Willendale to find Margaret in the spring, hoping to have a place to stay there. Since someone had offered him a house, he accepted it.
Seeing Shad nod, Baron Samir felt much more at ease. And seeing that Shad had finished speaking with the two men, the priest said:
"Send them away. It's almost dawn. Let them leave before daybreak."
Shad then stood up, while Lady Halonin and Baron Samir remained silent.
Shad believed that in that brief exchange of glances, both of them were thinking deeply, yet neither spoke. Shad raised the sword he had just set down and slashed forward, tearing a black rift in space.
"No matter what you did in your life, every soul has the right to go to the end. The affairs of the living are no longer relevant to you. Go, let's walk the last leg of our journey together. Your story began many years ago in an orphanage in the spring, and your story ends in this snowy winter."
As you journey far beneath the dark moon, do not look back. The story of Fatumunst Island will end in my hands, and Mr. Snake is destined to perish.
Snowflakes passed through the two spirits and landed on the ground. The weakened Valentine Halonin came to the back of the wheelchair, tucked the ice rose into her waistband, and pushed the wheelchair toward the crevice. Before leaving this world, she looked back at Shad one last time, nodded slightly, and then truly stepped into death with the Baron.
Above them stretched a vast sea of stars. Beside the fire atop the snow-capped mountain, an old man, a middle-aged man, and a young man sat on a cushion, sat on a rock, and stood, respectively, all gazing at the fire in the camp. Their shadows, each in its own unique form, fell upon the snow. Beyond the snow, the majestic Fatumunst Snow Mountain remained silent until the long night ended.
After the gap closed, Dr. Schneider let out a long sigh:
"The truth of love is indeed mutual torment."
The priest corrected him from the side:
"Based on my years of work experience, the truth of marriage is mutual torment, while love is slightly sweeter."
The doctor suddenly burst out laughing, as if he had just thought of something.
"Yes, that's a very insightful statement. I'll write it down; maybe I'll have the chance to say it to my patients someday."
Shad stood there with his hands in his pockets:
"Doctor, priest, do you think they will still be in love after the love spell is broken?"
"There is no such thing as lasting, unchanging love; the enduring nature of love is often familial affection. As for the two of them... who knows?"
The old priest spoke in a very relaxed tone:
"Don't dwell on these heartbreaking stories. Just learn a lesson from them. But it's true that 'fate is fickle.' They clearly loved each other, yet they ended up like this. Although many people say they don't believe in fate, whether a relationship lasts or not sometimes really depends on whether fate smiles upon them."
Xia De then sighed:
"The sword of slaughter is broken by itself; the end of seeking the secret treasure is the treasure of voluntarily giving up oneself; the obsession with resurrection can only bring falsehoods; the result of the turning of fate is the arrival of war; the truth of love is mutual torment."
These are the first five acts of the story of fate. What exactly does the ancient god of fate want to tell mortals through these stories?
The doctor smiled and said:
"Perhaps that god simply enjoys watching such exciting dramas."
Shad then adjusted his mood; in any case, Act Five was officially over.
"Let's not talk about that for now. Priest, you should go back and get some rest. I'll come see you again in the next few days when I have time."
"Doctor, although you've successfully dealt with Black Hand - Tifron, the broken sword, a part of its essence, is still in Mr. Snake's hands. That snake will likely forge another sword. Next, I need you to devise a way to counter that sword. Also, you need to deal with the demon's memories."
The priest and the doctor both nodded, and the old priest added:
"Don't put so much pressure on yourself. When the story of this island ends, you can still ask us for help just like before. The scenery here is so beautiful, so relax a little before the final battle begins. Don't overwhelm yourself."
It seemed everyone could see that Shad was under a lot of pressure. The doctor had originally wanted to offer some words of comfort, but since the priest had already spoken, he said:
"Tomorrow is Saturday, so let's cancel the afternoon group study session and let everyone rest. Tell Luisa that if there's anything urgent, she can come to the clinic to see me. Detective, we all have our own secrets and responsibilities. When you're under a lot of pressure, talk to someone. Didn't the priest and I get through this with your help?"
Shad smiled:
“That’s true, but I can’t rest this Friday at least. The great battle is over, but there are still many things I need to take care of. Grace, Helen, please open the portal for me.”
With a crack, space shattered, and the Red Butterflies, who had already arrived but hadn't yet shown themselves, created a swirling red vortex beside the camp. The doctor and priest stood up, returned the curved arc that Shad had lent him before the battle began, and then returned to Tobesk together through the portal.
The portal closed, and only then did Grace and Helen appear beside Shad. They each took one of Shad's hands, and together they looked up at the snow-capped mountains where the sun was rising.
Twenty minutes later, in the western waters of Fatummst Island.
Alone, Shad anchored his small boat on the sea. As dawn broke, the fighting on the island gradually subsided, but a mysterious thick fog descended upon the island and the surrounding waters, which was unusual for the end of winter.
The thick fog on the sea prevented Shad from even seeing the island's shore. Having rowed here alone, he even had the illusion that he was the only person left in the world. He didn't disembark; instead, he sat down on the edge of the boat and, gazing at the fog-shrouded sea, shouted:
"Come out, I know you're here."
A splashing sound came from under the boat, as if some huge sea creature was swimming beneath it. The thick fog made the surroundings of the boat appear hazy. A moment later, the head of a beautiful, wet woman emerged from the sea about ten meters away from the small wooden boat.
Its black hair cascaded across the water's surface, and its beautiful face bore a reproachful expression. The thick fog obscured its features, adding a touch of mystery to its unique beauty.
"I gave you a commission, yet you still sent that woman to her death. Even so, you still came to see me? Could it be... that you came specifically to apologize?"
This time, Shad wasn't wearing the witch's ring, but he discovered that he had a surprisingly high resistance to the "mermaid's" power. He was somewhat exhausted, and his mind was preoccupied with the girls who had participated in the battle; under these circumstances, it was difficult for him to have any other thoughts.
A thin mist drifted slowly across the sea. Shad shook his head.
"Why should I apologize? I originally thought this mission had failed, but after sending those two souls away just now, I suddenly had a thought—was that woman named Valentine Halonin really your target?"