Law of the Devil

Chapter 45 [Eight Words of Sameer] Two More Chapters

Dewey used to make a lot of assumptions about what this oil painting actually sealed.

This is a magical creature left behind by Semel, as has been explained in the "video” that Semel left behind with his magic array.

Maybe a ghost? A monster? Even if Semel left behind a talking skeleton, Dewey wouldn't be a little surprised.

But all guesses are wrong!

It was Sameer himself who came out of the painting!

Looking at this silver-haired red-haired woman in front of her, Dewey took a deep breath and muttered: “I didn't think... I didn't think...”

“Didn't think of anything?” Sameer opened her mouth and her voice sounded just like that magic video Dewey had seen, gently audible, with a little sexy sand dumbness.

“I didn't expect you to seal yourself in the painting.” Dewey laughed bitterly, after all he had been through too many amazing things, which struck him, and he quickly recovered, looking at the woman in front of him: “What should I call you? The great Master Sameer? Or... my great-great-great-grandmother? ”

Pu Pu.

Sameer laughed, and when she laughed, her eyes curved, like a moon.

“Neither.” This silver-haired woman looks at Dewey as if she's very comfortable: “I'm not Sameer herself, I'm just a... a replica. ”

Dewey looked at her indissolubly.

“Samel leaves me as a guide to later life… I am a magical creature that inherits part of her own knowledge… To be precise, I am a spiritual creature, I have no body, I have no body… I am just a shadow, a phantom.” She looked at Dewey and smiled, then reached out and slowly touched Dewey's face.

Soon, her little white hand just “went through” Dewey's head.

“Look, my body is invisible and has no fixed form… I, just a copy of a memories of Semel. As for my appearance...” She blinked suddenly: “I chose this for myself. My memories are all Sameer's memories, memories of a woman. And Semmel is the only woman I've ever met... in a way, I'm Semmel, just a fraction of Semmel. So I finally chose my own form, and I chose Sameer's appearance to meet you.” Speaking of which, this Semel looked at Dewey and whispered: “My… master. ”

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Dewey immediately realized that this magic creature released by herself, I'm afraid, would not be that simple... much less the kind of 100% obedient guy!

Not Sameer himself...

This gave Dewey a sigh of relief. I have enough to face.

If you really add another... resurrected great-great-great-grandmother, it's a headache.

“Can you… be something else?” Dewey sighed: “The way you are, it puts a lot of pressure on me... and if someone sees you like this, ”

“Don't worry, I was released by your spell, I'm only related to your spiritual power... other people can't see me.” She's still laughing.

“So, what should I call you? You gotta have a name, right? ”

“Sameer.” She thought about it: “I still like that name, just call me Sameer. ”

Dewey couldn't help wiping away the sweat... or her great-great-great-grandmother.

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“You can teach me the magic of the stars, right?” Dewey frowned.

This Sameer was probably locked up for too long, and now he seems curious about everything.

She actually sat tall at Dewey's desk with her two white calves right in front of Dewey... wandering around. Oh, my God, doesn't she know her robe's hem isn't long?

It's a little suspicious to wander around like this.

Such a beautiful woman walks right in front of you... it would have been a pleasure.

But if she looks exactly like your great-great-great-grandmother... it's not fun... it's weird!

Although Joanna looks eighty-nine percent alike, she's another person after all. Though it looks a lot like that, personality and all that makes Dewey uncomfortable.

But this Sameer in front of her, not only looks like her, but even some of her memories are completely replicated in the true Sameer!

“All right, come on down!” Dewey couldn't help but twist her head and walk to the corner of the study and throw a blanket off the couch: “Put this on. ”

Originally Dewey was going to spend the night in the study, and the blanket was prepared for him by the servants.

Sameer flashed, not covered by a blanket, but “wore" out of the blanket, with a malicious tone: "Oh, young man, young man, why are you blushing? Aren't I pretty? ”

“No, I'm just embarrassed...” Dewey said in the face: "You're beautiful, but I can't help but think of you as my great-great-great-grandmother. ”

“Hahahahahaha...” Semel smiled happily and suddenly squeezed his eyes: “That might be fun too! ”

Dewey has already started to have some headaches.

This Semel is not a tool without thought. She is almost a living person. After she was made by the real Semel, she was only a replica of a memory... but after nearly 200 years of being sealed, she has probably been holding back for too long!

This magical creature, perhaps when it was created, had a blank personality, but... two hundred years later, there was no doubt that her personality had been “filled in” something.

“You know what? My lovely, handsome little master.” Sameer finally jumped off the table, but her body drifted like a ghost towards Dewey, with a smile in her eyes: "I've been living in this study for 200 years! I've seen a lot of things with my own eyes in this study! ”

Dewey moved in his heart and said, "What is it? ”

The ancestors of the Rollins will make some major decisions here! There are a lot of important things that have to do with the family thriving, all of which have made decisions in this room.

Of course... there must be a lot of family secrets too!

But... Dewey was disappointed.

This Sameer, she is not talking about secrets or major family events...

It's...

Eight Trigrams!

Yeah, standard gossip!

For example... a generation of young master once had an affair with a beautiful maid in this study. A generation of sheikhs once wrote a love letter to his lover on the desk in this study... even Dewey heard of his “grandfather” from this saimer, the father of the current Count, the former sheikhs of the family, a man considered serious and old-fashioned: once after a feast in a castle, he held an unobstructed convention in this study with two aristocratic girls...

“These... I saw them all with my own eyes!” When Sameer said it, there was some curiosity and excitement in his eyes: “I also know that there are some 'forbidden' books hidden on a bookshelf in this library. Would you like to take a look at the private treasures left by your ancestors? My lovely, handsome little master? ”

Dewey smiled a little unnaturally. He looked at this maliciously smiling Sameer and sighed: “I'm not interested... listen carefully! Your lovely, handsome little master, now the only thing of interest is... star magic. I want to learn the star magic that Sameer left behind, okay? ”

“Star magic... is star magic again...” Sameer's face suddenly dimmed: “Why does everyone like to learn magic... is magic really so fun? ”

The prank smile on this woman's face disappeared and her eyes looked heavy: “Do you want to learn star magic? Well, I need to remind you, don't regret it in the future! I'm telling you, if it weren't for star magic... Sameer wouldn't have died so early! ”

Dewey was like, “What are you talking about? Didn't Semele die suicidally after her husband died? ”

“Sorry, this is the only secret I can't tell you.” Sameer blinked: “The order I was told was that I would not be able to tell you this until you had learned the last and most difficult spell of star magic. ”

Dewey was already a little impatient: "Well, I'm not too interested, so can we start learning? ”

“Sorry, not tonight.” Sameer shook his head: “Star magic and ordinary magic are different, we can't practice here... Sameer left that white tower in this castle where the stars can be seen most clearly, it's a great place to practice... In this study, there is no sun, no sky, no star magic to learn. ”

White Tower…

Dewey frowned: “Do you want a white tower? ”

Sameer thought: "Without the White Tower… it would be better to have an empty, quiet, clear view of the stars… most importantly, to see the sky. ”

Dewey looked at the time: “So it can only start tomorrow night… I'll see you tomorrow night. ”

Dewey is not going to say much to this “Semel" after all, watching his great-great-great-grandmother run around in front of herself with her calves on her robe... is not really an interesting thing.