The Pirate: The Black Duke

"Just stay here, I'll go and see for myself."

"Can you see without fire?" Rosen was a little surprised.

"Relax, the night can't stop my eyes." Reinhardt smiled slightly and walked towards the dark red wall in front.

Coming to the dark red wall, although the surroundings were extremely dark, his sight could feel the existence of everything around him, just like the daytime. This is the power of seeing and hearing color domineering.

Reinhardt touched the wall with his hand, feeling a cold and rough touch, then leaned up and sniffed, smelling a faint fishy smell.

"There is... condensed blood on the wall?"

He was a little puzzled, why is there such a big blood stain on the wall, is it Miss Yuko's blood?

Reinhardt's fingers touched the wall slightly, and the wall suddenly cracked.

Kakaka... With a bang, the entire wall collapsed instantly, and then Reinhardt suddenly shook, and the fierce breath felt more intuitive.

There was also an extremely strange smell blowing on the face.

Reinhardt was surprised, the handle of the knife in his left hand tightened slightly, and then he walked in.

The room is small, the decor is simple, and it seems spotless.

At this time, relying on that feeling, he saw a lifelike portrait hanging on the wall not far away.

The portrait depicts the upper body of a woman with long black hair like Ji Fa style, maroon pupils and cold white skin, wearing a lavender patterned kimono, and neatly trimmed black hair on her forehead Flush with eyebrows.

There are also the two-piece earrings worn on her ears. The upper part of the earrings is light gold. I don’t know what shape it is. The lower part is the pink round bead earrings. On the lavender clothes, except for some In addition to the lattice pattern, there is also a purple butterfly.

This is Miss Yuko?

Reinhardt checked the portrait with the woman in his memory one by one, and found that the two were extremely consistent, except for the earrings on the ears and the purple butterflies on the clothes, everything else was exactly the same.

Why did I have never seen Miss Yuko before, but in the hallucinations that appeared, she was able to restore Miss Yuko, and she was so consistent.

If a person does not have an impression of a certain event or a certain person in his memory, it is impossible to restore the appearance of the other person through dreams and hallucinations, and the restoration is so thorough and consistent.

Could it be said that the previous illusion was... [Yukko] the manifestation of Miss's will?

If you explain it this way, it makes more sense.

But... why didn't you feel the ferocious breath just now?

Reinhardt focused his attention on the portrait, but his thoughts were obviously no longer on it. There were many doubts in his mind, but he couldn't get a reasonable explanation even after thinking about it.

Thinking of this, he shouted: "Rosen..."

The sound echoed in the castle.

Rosen, who was hiding outside, trembled, and a very soft voice came from his ear.

"It's an illusion... it's an illusion... it must be." Rosen told himself, but he heard a louder cry in his ear: "Rosen, come here."

"I found a portrait, Miss [Yoko]'s."

Rosen was shocked when he heard these words. The vibrant voice was not an illusion, but the shout of Reinhardt. Rosen touched the fire lightly and quietly touched it.

As soon as he walked into the room, Reinhardt's voice came in his ear.

"Is this her?"

Rosen moved the firelight closer to the portrait, and nodded after seeing the figure in the portrait: "It's her, she hasn't changed a bit after so many years."

Nonsense, how could the appearance of the portrait change.

"This should be her residence back then." Rosen looked around again. There were ceramic tea sets on the table in the bedroom, as well as the bedside screens, the curtains on the windows, the overhead chandeliers, etc., but ...After so many years, it is still spotless.

Somewhat weird... Rosen felt this way when he walked in, feeling that everything in the room was very fresh.

Reinhardt naturally felt it before, and he knew it in his heart when he first stepped into this bedroom. Not only did he observe that the whole house was spotless, as if it had been cleaned frequently, but the bedroom itself was closed. After ten years, how could it be possible that someone has come in.

There is also the hanging portrait, which has not been corrupted for so many years, but appears lifelike.

"You too... discovered it?" Rosen's voice began to tremble again. With the help of the fire in his hand, he looked at all the surroundings in the house. It was so clean and tidy. The most important thing was that there was no trace of moisture at all. And musty.

At this time, Rosen suddenly remembered that she had died in this house.Thinking of this, Rosen subconsciously wanted to leave, but suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing behind him, which made his heart instantly chill, but... he looked at the fire in his hand without shaking at all, that is to say, there is no wind blowing. Come?

Is it an illusion again?

"That yin wind...Did you feel it?" Rosen's voice trembled slightly, and a lot of sweat ran on his forehead.

Reinha nodded and smiled: "It's not a cloudy wind, it's because the house does not see the humidity caused by the sun and air all the year round. It is normal. Don't scare yourself."

"It turned out to be like this..." Rosen exhaled deeply, feeling much better at this time.

"I want to take this portrait away." Reinhardt said to himself, walked to the front of the portrait and looked at it for a long time, and then reached out to reveal it.

When his fingers touched the portrait, the beating of his heart suddenly seemed to speed up strangely. The portrait seemed to have a huge curse, and at the same time... resisting.

But who is Reinhardt, he is the unblinking demon in the North Sea, the demon in the eyes of many nobles, the savior in the eyes of civilians, even if the real devil stands in front of him, he can kill with a knife.

The portrait was removed.

"There is something on the wall." At this time, Rosen reminded that Reinhardt's attention had been in the painting all the time. He didn't see that there was a space behind the portrait, where a weapon was placed.

Ok?

Reinhardt shook slightly, and when his gaze was on the lavender scabbard, the illusion scene that had appeared before suddenly appeared in his heart and mind, but he had already prepared for it, seeing that the color domineering was always on. , So I did not fall into hallucinations.

Rosen did not fall into hallucinations either.

But... the ferocious aura that Reinhardt felt before, suddenly felt it again. The ferocity, the monster, the evil, and all the negative traits that were shunned by the world are all embodied in this lavender weapon. Came out.

"Demon Blade!!!" Rosen's eyes shook, and he blurted out.

"Why...why...this weapon will become...the demon sword!"