RNP Chapter 2913: The Angel of Doom
Chapter 2913: The Angel of Doom
Chapter 2913: The Angel of Doom
After buying the flowers, Xia De generously did not ask for change, but the flower girl quickly walked away from him after thanking him. Xia De thought that this might be because the girl saw that his flowers were going to be given to different people.
In this way, the stranger also thinks that he is not romantic enough. He rarely does things like sending flowers, let alone giving gifts to others regularly.
[But at least Vanessa Benedict has that ring, so she probably won't want more flowers.]
she said with a smile, but Shad thought that even if Vanessa had a ring, she would still be happy to see the roses.
But nine flowers were obviously not enough. In addition to Grandma Cassandra, there were six great witches, plus the witch apprentices with whom he had a close relationship, Miss Eliza, Sirius, Dorothy, Luvia and Ajelina. He was afraid that he would need to check out the goods from other flower girls before leaving the city.
[Does this include Danister Gustave? ]
"She" kindly reminded him again, so Xia De decided to buy more and stock up, so that he would not make mistakes at the critical moment:
"Does this count as finding something to do for myself?"
I sighed again, and when I was about to get up and leave, I saw the glass of wine in front of me:
"People always say that you should drink when you are sad, but you won't get drunk anyway, so why not give it a try?"
So he picked up the glass of rye beer and gulped it down, and then he felt that he missed the carbonated drinks from his hometown more and more:
"Now I have the ability to turn food into candy in my memory. I wonder if I can acquire the ability to turn water into beverages in my memory in the future."
"Good evening. What worries you, Mr. Watson?"
Someone pulled out a chair and sat down at the newly vacated seat across from the table. Xia De glanced at the roses temporarily placed on a chair nearby, then looked up at the long-faced man with shaggy stubble across from the table.
He was still wearing the old-fashioned brown robe that he had worn when they first met in Coldwater Harbor, which looked like the kind of robe people in desert areas usually wear. He had a brown cloth bag slung across his body, and the notebook, with its corners slightly rolled up, was casually placed on the table.
The gas lamp above his head made the demonologist's shadow on the ground look particularly grotesque, but the people passing by didn't notice it. People flowed to the center of the square, and the nearby vendors were still warmly welcoming customers.
It was so lively and prosperous. Under the starry sky, in this small city in the woods, Xia De looked at the middle-aged man across the table for a few seconds, then smiled as he looked into the pair of black eyes:
"Good evening, Mr. Sean Asmon."
"Yes, we meet again, Mr. Watson. When I saw your back as you bought flowers just now, I knew I had someone to chat with tonight."
The demonologist had his usual weird smile on his face. Shade put down his glass and said:
"I am worried about something. Look, everyone is here celebrating the festival, but I am drinking here alone. Only someone with something on his mind would act like this."
He called over the busy tavern booth waiter, and ordered new drinks and snacks for the two of them, then said to the man across the table with his usual weird smile:
"Hello again, Mr. Asmon. Ever since we parted at Moon Bay, I have been wondering when I will see you next time. Now that autumn has ended, and we meet again at the festival in Vesta City in this winter when snow is about to fall, it sounds interesting, doesn't it? We always meet in different cities, but every time we just drink and chat. There are similar plots in traditional novels about wandering knights."
It seems that every time I encounter this "demon scholar", there is always the element of "rose" nearby. Either there is an inn or tavern with the word "rose" in it, or there is a rose nearby. Last time in Moon Bay, Shade even saw a book with the word "rose" in it.
After he finished speaking, he raised a new wine glass towards Mr. Asmon, while the "demon scholar" across the table put his left arm on his leg, leaned forward, lowered his head slightly but stared straight at Shad across the table.
The upward curve of his mouth corners almost reached the limit of human ability. If this expression was not seen in such a lively scene, any normal person would probably feel a chill in their heart.
So Sean Asmon stretched out his right hand, picked up the wine glass and clinked it lightly with Shad. The people passing by thought that it was just a meeting of friends. The noisy voices mixed with the bard's high-pitched singing, and it seemed as if they had returned to every meeting in the past.
This time, Shade only took a small sip of the wine, and when he put down the glass, he found that Mr. Asmon had already drunk all the wine in the glass.
"Mr. Asmon, are you here in Riverwood again to look for demons? I got there before you did. Have you heard about the rumors about the unusual fire hundreds of years ago?"
I was feeling a little heavy just now, so Xia De wanted to find someone to talk to.
The demonologist with a light beard across the table nodded:
"I came here because of this rumor. Speaking of which, this place is really a treasure trove, isn't it? There are many hidden and obscure stories in the local area, which seem to be telling those ancient unspeakable secrets. Unfortunately, before I had the chance to visit Director Kant, the newspapers reported that their family was captured by the church."
Shade then smiled and asked:
"Didn't you say that although you research and search for information about demons, you don't like to come into contact with anything directly related to them in any way?"
Mr. Sean Asmon nodded slightly, his black eyes still fixed on Shad's face. He always spoke to Shad like this:
"But sometimes we need adventure, don't we? Mr. Watson, it's not always safe to chase after the legend of the devil."
Xia De thought he would tell him a few short stories, but he didn't. The demonologist said this and then turned to look at the bonfire flames in the center of the square not far away, which jumped from above the crowd into the night sky. The voice of the bard was quite penetrating, and he was telling the story of the brave man and the devil who saved the country.
"I noticed you bought some roses. Do you want to give them to some lucky lady?"
After listening for a while, Mr. Asmon turned around and asked again.
"Someone. I guess so. Let's not discuss this topic. By the way, the last demon story was very interesting. Do you want to continue this time?"
Shade asked, and Mr. Asmon reached into his notebook, took out a card and handed it to Shade:
"The story will continue, but before that, I thought you would be interested in this."
It was of course a special rule Rhodes card, but the card was a little old. Even though Mr. Asmon protected it with a card holder sold by the Prophet Association that was said to be made of resin, Shade could still see that the ink on it had faded.
On the card, there is a winged angel looking up and blowing a horn, with a golden halo above the angel's head. It is worth mentioning that the angel holds a horn in his right hand, but a sickle in his left hand.
[Angel·Gakel the Doomsday], Suit: Sun 2.
"Isn't that the real name of the Angel of Death, Jakel? Announcing the End?"
Xia De looked at the rules below suspiciously:
[During the suspension phase, if neither player has busted, and the difference in points between the two players is not greater than 2, the player holding this card can choose to guess the suit of the next card in his or her deck. If the guess is correct, the opponent's total points are considered busted. ]
"As expected of one of the first series, the rules were written boldly at the time. This is much more useful than rolling the dice to change the points."
Xia De said softly, and then curiously asked the "demon scholar" across the table:
"Mr. Asmon, you should also know that series like [Angel], [Demon], and [Holy Sword] are the original series when Rhodes cards were first created. The special card rules of these series are too bold compared to the rules of modern special cards, so they have never been reprinted.
The card you lost to me in a card game at Coldwater Harbor, the authenticity of which was unknown, "Devil Soul Stealer Bishop", which I identified as authentic, was sold after I sold it. I heard that it is now in the hands of the detective in Tobesk who hooked up with the Duchess.
If this 'Angel' is real, its value is definitely not less than that Demon. The starting price at the auction is estimated to be 1000 pounds. It may even be bought at a high price before the auction. So, does the profession of Demonologist always have access to this kind of special card frequently?"
Sean Asmon, who was sitting across the table, had an increasingly uncertain expression on his face:
“The angel announcing the end of the world. According to ancient prophecies and legends, as well as a few stone carvings of remote tribes that worship death that have been excavated in modern times, this angel of death, whose name was left in the distant past, will return before the end of the world and blow the trumpet of the end of the world.
Some people believe that the end of the world, when the dead are announced, is the era when demons run rampant. Therefore, these people want to find those terrible things before the end of the world, so that they can give them power and even turn themselves into demons.
Shade was not sure whether the angel of death announced the coming of the end of the world, but the end of the world would definitely not be a place where demons would run rampant and there would be nothing.
Mr. Asmon continued speaking while Shade was still thinking about the angel legend:
"A long time ago, I met a family of devil worshippers with similar ideas while traveling. They lived in a remote countryside and were extremely wealthy, but they had horrible quirks and bad habits. The family had accumulated wealth for hundreds of years and they could squander it as they pleased, so desires and evil thoughts were born in wealth and comfort. I visited them in the autumn of a certain year."
Xia De was shocked:
"Are you in danger?"
PS: This chapter's picture is "Gakel Declaring the End of the World"