RNP Chapter 2709 Memory
Chapter 2709 Memory
Chapter 2709 Memory
The young man in the painting is riding a pure white glowing unicorn facing the darkness, and the background is dim and unclear. This is obviously depicting the scene of the two of them in the coffin yesterday morning.
The witch was quite proud of this:
"Simple composition can reflect painting skills. I have rarely painted such simple oil paintings in recent years, but it seems that my level has not declined."
Miss Danister had come to the two of them by this time and asked with a smile:
"Flora, don't you feel that this is very wrong? You turned into a unicorn and Shade rode on its back. Wouldn't girls try their best not to let others know about this? Why did you draw it?"
The red-haired girl and the witch have lived together for nearly two months and have a very harmonious relationship with each other, so she can say such things.
The witch didn't care at all:
"Being able to transform into a unicorn is my pride and proof of my status as a master of Transfiguration. As for letting Shade, that's a small problem, and you won't tell anyone else, right?"
Everyone shook their heads, and Miss Winslet folded her arms across her chest and continued to admire her work:
"The first one is Shad throwing the moonlight wheel alone, the second one is a three-way dance between Shad and Miss Beas, and the third one is Shad and me. Oh, I can't imagine what the effect will be when they are put together after forming six paintings.
I'm so excited to be here this fall, to see so many stories and to meet you all. What's your plan today, Shad?"
"Margaret has already found out the whereabouts of the professor who was involved in the renovation of the Golden Music Hall. He is now in Vista City. But before I go looking for that professor, I want to see if there are any memories left in this soul."
He took out the soul core, and the three of them sat back on the sofa. The witch checked it:
"Why is it so much more complete than yesterday?"
"I have found the soul that York Bronte gave away in that coffin, and the paradox worm has been solved."
So the witch nodded:
"No problem, I can help explore his memory, but I need to prepare. Charlotte~ come and help."
While the witch was preparing for the ceremony, Miss Danister also told Shade about the church's actions yesterday. Yesterday evening, after receiving the letter from the black market and knowing the secrets of the Bronte, the Mourners and the Dead Apostles, the church immediately sealed off the Bronte Manor and controlled all those who were related to the Bronte family.
At the same time, Margaret also said this morning that Lord Brontë, who was an army staff officer and was actually Theodore Brontë's eldest son, had been taken into custody. The investigation into their family would take a long time, and the church would not release them until they were sure that their bloodline was completely fine, but their newborn descendants would also be continuously monitored to prevent the occurrence of skipped generations.
But this is not the most crucial thing. The most crucial thing is that the note written by Miss Shade-Bell mentioned that "it is suspected that the Brontë family knew about Theodore Brontë's immortality, otherwise it cannot be explained why Theodore Brontë could use the identities of different generations of the family." Therefore, the entire Brontë family is currently suspected of being "heretics."
This is a very serious accusation, and therefore, in today's undercurrent, the reason for the arrest of the Royal Army Staff family is officially "suspected of conducting illegal occult research." This is a serious crime in both Delarion and Carsonrick. Even if the rest of the Bronte family is proven innocent, the family's title may not be saved.
Of course, Shad doesn't think they are innocent either.
The Bronte family is a traditional noble family in Creekwood Town, and their arrest is bound to cause a big stir in Vista City. Shade is very curious about who will be the next person to jump out of the locals who knew the secret of the tree hole several generations ago.
Reading the memory of a soul is not a difficult task. The difficulty this time is that only the purest core of the soul is left. Fortunately, the Great Witch of Death is quite capable. After getting ready, Shade also stood up to help close the doors and windows, while Miss Danister cast a spell to block the outside world's perception of the room.
After everything was ready, the furniture in the living room was temporarily cleared, and a complex ritual array was laid out on the floor. After the blue candles were lit, the temperature in the room dropped significantly, causing the cat to cry out in displeasure.
The frozen soul was then transferred to the bowl of potion in the center of the ceremony. As everyone approached the wall, the witch enveloped the ceremony venue with the aura of her own life ring. The soul flew out of the potion, and then a series of pictures were displayed.
Even the Great Witch of Death cannot read all the memories of this soul at this time, so these images are only the deepest part of the soul's memory.
After a series of quickly flashing images, the first continuous and stable image that appeared showed the young Theodore Bronte talking to a middle-aged man sitting behind a desk. The picture was from Theodore Bronte's perspective.
Shade didn't know the middle-aged man, but Miss Bell did:
"This was Theodore Brontë's father, and there are still paintings of him in the Brontë House today."
After saying this, she closed her mouth, and Miss Winslet tried to make the sound in the picture louder.
"Father, so time travel is real!"
The young man's tone was very excited, while the middle-aged man in the old-fashioned suit in the dark study had a gloomy expression. He put down the quill in his hand:
"Theodore, unless your family is destroyed, don't try to travel through time. This world has more secrets than ordinary people like us can guess. Traveling through time does not mean that you have mastered time.
The notes left by our ancestors repeatedly emphasized that traveling through time means being cursed by time. I will only tell you this when you are sixteen years old and become an adult. I hope you can keep this secret in the future and then tell it to your eldest son, until one day our descendants need this power to save the family. "
The middle-aged man looked at his son who had an excited expression on his face. He knew his son too well:
"Our family currently does not have access to tree holes, but even if we find those terrible tree holes, we should not use them. Theodore, all I can give you is advice. Rashly traveling through time will bring far more disasters than benefits.
Most of the traditional families in Ximu Town have more or less secrets, but guess why no one of them has suddenly become rich or powerful so far?"
The young man continued to ask his father excitedly:
"Father, have you tried?"
"No, and I won't try. Our ancestors left us a warning that some bugs will be attracted by people who use tree holes. And judging from those ancient legends, the origin of Ximu Town seems to be related to these tree holes. It seems that we have taken on some responsibility."
The sound gradually became fainter, and the scene ended here.
The red-haired girl then said to Shade:
"The Bronte family should have ancient information about tree holes."
"I just don't know if the church can find it. I don't think Theodore Bronte, who has lived for so many years and believes himself to be immortal, would keep that information in their home. But he doesn't seem to have any talent for divination. Let's see if the Prophet Association can help find that information."
Next, a series of discontinuous images flashed by, and then a second image with sound appeared.
This time the scene is still from Theodore Bronte's perspective, but there is no second person in the picture. He is walking quickly in a narrow cave similar to a burrow, and his position is constantly going down. After a few minutes of ineffective scenes, he came to the bottom of the cave and smashed the stone wall with an iron pick.
A stone tablet appeared in the ruins of the stone wall, but it only flashed by, because Theodore Bronte immediately looked at the coffin behind the stone wall, which was locked with rusty rune chains.
"Wait a minute, can I take another look at that stone tablet?"
Shade asked, and the witch manipulated the screen to play in reverse. The full picture of the stone tablet was displayed in front of everyone, and it was written in Elvish. Although the picture was very dark, Shade still successfully translated the content above:
"The general meaning is that a witch assisted the Night Song Elves in sealing a monster called the 'Mourner'. The elves buried the coffin used for sealing here and set up a ceremony outside to prevent people from accidentally entering.
They recorded this incident and hoped that those who came later would not touch the existing seal. If there was an accident with the seal, they asked those who came later to go directly to the Great Witch of Death in the Witch Council. The Council should have a record of this incident, and the Great Witch of Death would reseal the monster. "
After Shade finished speaking, everyone looked at Miss Winslet, who looked a little embarrassed:
"Many of the Council's records were lost during the Witch Emperor War at the end of the Fifth Epoch and the subsequent Epochal changes. When those elves left the records, it was probably during the heyday of the Council. They didn't expect that the Council would become like this later..."
She was too embarrassed to continue.
So the scene continued. Since the outer seal set by the elves had been severely damaged, Theodore Bronte directly touched the coffin after successfully cutting off the rune chains.
Some black mist seeped out from the cracks in the coffin lid, and then the scene ended abruptly, and the witch explained:
"The power of the mourners is very special. It is not allowed to be recorded. Unless it is directly observed, its true existence cannot be known."
Then a series of scenes flashed by, and the scene froze on Theodore Bronte reaching out to grab a woman's neck and strangled her to death.
The red-haired girl showed an expression of pity:
"What is this and who is this woman?"
(End of this chapter)