The man in an old robe has lived in this shabby hotel for many days. He wanted to have lunch like he used to, but when he was going down the stairs, he unexpectedly saw a very familiar figure near the wall.

"Long time no see, Mr. Watson."

Xia De, who looked down at the news, heard someone greeting him in a strange accent with a Carsonrick. As soon as he looked up, he saw the man pulling the wooden chair opposite the table and sitting down under the light of the kerosene lamp on the wall.

The eyelashes are extremely short, the black eyes are extremely vivid, the old brown robes in the desert area and the stubble with green beards are probably longer than the hair.

"Mr. Sean Asmon?"

Xia De was shocked suddenly, but unexpectedly met him again.

"Yes, Mr. Watson, I'm glad to meet you again in a strange city."

The demon scholar put down his notebook and showed Xia De his signature, weird smile.

Although this expression is very strange, it is not the first time Xia De has met. Moreover, he is still very happy to meet his former friends in Carsonrick:

"Mr. Asmon, why are you here? First at Cold Water Harbor, then to the southeast to Fort Meadhill, then turned back to the southwest and came here."

"Of course it's to continue looking for the legend of the demon."

He still maintained his "smile but not smiled" look, and his scalp was almost shining under the dim kerosene lamp:

"Besides, Mr. Watson, aren't you here too?"

"Yes, to celebrate this unusual reunion, I'll treat you to a drink."

As he said that, he called the fat waiter who seemed a little absent-minded, who was twice as tall as Shade. Mr. Sean Asmon did not make confrontation with Shadedo. After asking for a glass of ale for himself, he supported his knee with his left hand, tilted his body and stretched his head, and started chatting with Shade again.

"Is there a demon in Huntington? Oh, Mr. Asmon, I often hear urban legends about blood sucking in the local area."

Xia De said with a smile that the voice of the demon scholar is like in summer and autumn, with the smooth feeling of snake crawling:

"Yes, the demon. But not Huntington, but the Everglades. I've heard many legends here, such as the interconnected caves and snake-like human-eating vines."

While Xia De subconsciously looked at the West, Mr. Asmon's black eyes were still staring at him:

"There are some interesting legends, and there are quite a lot of demonic relics inside the Everglades. I believe I can find something valuable, which will make the journey interesting."

In fact, if he had gone to Tobesk some time ago, the probability of finding the devil would be greater.

"But in my opinion, it's not a good idea to go deeper into the Everglades."

The two of them picked up their glasses to drink, and the candlelight on one side of the table made their shadows shake slightly. The hotel was shabby and there were no gas pipelines, and of course there were no steam pipelines, so even the heating was burning firewood. The only fireplace was quite old and was the brightest light source in the room.

But this actually makes this shabby little hotel feel a strange sense of old vicissitudes.

Xia De knew that something big would happen inside the Pantanal Everglades next, so he advised him. The demon scholar made a strange laugh in his throat, but his eyes did not have any smiles:

"I just want to go around the periphery and not go deep into the swamps. Those series of lakes are my targets for investigation."

But in this way, the probability of finding the angel is much greater than finding the demon. After all, there is really an angel living in a lake locally.

"However, it's really interesting."

Xia De put a ton of wine glasses on the wooden table with slight chopping marks, soaking in the wine stains for decades:

"Mr. Asmon, it seems that every time we see you, we are in places with the name of "rose". The pink rose tavern in Cold Water Harbor, the Blue Rose Inn on the Wind Trail of Sikal Mountain, and the Blood Rose Inn in Huntington now."

"No, no, Mr. Watson, I didn't choose this kind of place to live on purpose. It's just that my pockets are not spacious."

He stretched his head forward slightly, but his expression was not at all embarrassing.

Xia De nodded with a smile:

"Do you need me to sponsor your research? Maybe when we meet again in a corner of the city in the next strange city, you can tell me the story of what you encountered locally."

As he said that, he had to take out his wallet. Although he had only met this demon scholar twice, Xia De had a pretty good impression of him.

[Perhaps because he first met you, he gave you an ancient [Demon, Bishop, the Soul Stealer].]

"She" reminded Shade softly, but Mr. Asmon sucked his mouth and shook his head while making a "tsk tsk" sound:

"This is not possible. I am studying demonology. My knowledge tells me that it is not a good habit to accept other people's kindness or make wishes at will. However, I have a good thing here."

He opened his notebook with all corners and showed half of the cards.

The problem with the cards is not only half, but the remaining half is also faded and damaged, but it can still be seen that this is the upper part of a Rhode card.

Xia De took the cards to check, but could not identify what card it was from the only remaining card surface, so the demon scholar explained to Xia De:

"Some time ago, I explored a group of ownerless tombs with a group of people in the wild."

That is, a group of people robbed the tomb together, and the demon scholar in front of him looked like someone who could do similar things.

"The place is very dangerous, but there are not many valuable burial objects. This is something I brought out from the tomb. It lies in the soil of the tomb passage, and I don't know if it is a burial object or a group of patrons left behind. Unfortunately, the power of time has destroyed too many things.

I have investigated this card. If I did not admit my mistake, it should be the [Natural Disaster·Snowstorm] of Star 8 (Note). The rules recorded by the Prophets Association are: When drawing this card, if the opponent has not stopped and the number of hands is even, the one with the smallest number in the opponent's hand that has already been cleared can be removed, and the special effect of the removed hand still plays a role."

Mr. Asmon explained in a strange smile, and Xia De was a little surprised:

"The Natural Disaster Series is very famous and has been reprinted many times. Judging from the appearance of this card and the printing technology, it is probably the first version. It's a pity that it has been damaged to this look, otherwise it would have been quite valuable."

"Yes, but as far as I know, the Prophets Association provides the owners of Rhodes with the services of replacing old cards with new cards."

The demon scholar continued, and Xia De nodded.

After all, except for the thirteen founding series, other cards are just ordinary items and will be damaged sooner or later (note). The Prophets Association considerately provides new services for the holders of Rhodes card, that is, carry old cards and related documents with a certain degree of integrity. The old cards can be replaced with new cards by paying coins.

Among them, there are complete regulations on the completeness of the old cards and the required documents. However, if the face of the Prophet Association is large enough, or if you can give appropriate reasons to convince the association, even if the necessary conditions are missing, you can also increase the price and exchange it for a new one.

“It’s very interesting.”

Xia De commented, took out his notebook and put the old card in:

"Mr. Asmon, since you are unwilling to accept my kindness for nothing, you might as well sell this old card to me."

He searched for his wallet and handed out 3 kroners of banknotes:

"This is the payment I paid."

This money is actually too much. After all, 11 to 12 gold pounds can be exchanged for a crown. Shade purely wants to sponsor the man in front of him, at least so that he does not have to live in such a shabby place.

"So that's the case."

Mr. Asmon accepted the three green notes:

"Why, let's continue telling the story that we didn't finish last time."

"A demon story? Of course."

The demon scholar narrowed his eyes slightly, and Xia De felt the light of the kerosene lamp and the candle dripping downward on the table, which was a little dim at this moment.

"Mr. Watson, do you still remember the story we told the first two times."

“Yes, yes.”

Xia De held the wine glass and replied:

"A wonderful existence, because of people's cognition, really possesses the power of the rumored demon. He has walked through many places and brought countless disasters, but he failed once until he met a person who had no wishes.

The demon hid in the soul of a person without desire, walked with him, causing disasters, causing the person without desire to be expelled by his friends, partners and even everyone. But on his dying moment, the man smiled and said that he had sealed the demon with his whole life, while the demon smiled and said that men still had a wish. It swallowed the man's soul and went to where they came."

Xia De shook his head:

"That is, the hometown of men."

"Yes, and this story obviously continues."
Chapter completed!