Veronica followed Hervin into the basement.

She looked at the place with some excitement, dark but clean, the weapons and props on the walls and in the cabinets looked quaint and mysterious, and most of the objects looked like they looked centuries ago, maybe even more distant times.

Hewen looked at Veronica as she probed her brain curiously like a rodent and said:

"It's all a small collection, if you see what you want, you can tell me, I'll see if it's suitable to send in, after all, I want you to do me a favor." ”

Veronica shook her head repeatedly:

"I don't need to be paid. ”

Hervin says:

"It's not a reward, it's just a small gift, and these things are like toys compared to the ability to open the gates of the underworld. ”

Veronica looked around, and when she saw some skeletal specimens and terrifying weapons, her eyes couldn't help but glow:

"Wouldn't that be dangerous?"

Hervin says:

"It's mostly ornaments on the outside, and it's not dangerous, especially if it's in your hand, it's like a sword in the hand of a trained knight.

"In the hands of a child, the sword may represent danger and instability, but in the hands of an adult, the sword may represent strength, while in the hands of a knight, the sword represents glory and protection. ”

Veronica stared at a humanoid corpse about two meters and two meters tall.

Hewen followed her gaze to the corpse:

"Demons, an exotic creature of evil and chaotic nature, come from a hellish place near another continent, and they are passionate about tricking mortals into selling their souls, or bringing them a bunch of other people's souls in exchange for purported power.

"According to our classification here, he is in a position between a mortal and a demigod, a position called legendary, and this guy I remember when he smuggled here from the Streddy continent and met me after tricking the fifth soul.

"So you shouldn't be able to bring back its owner through this corpse, his soul didn't go to the underworld, and of course, to hell. ”

Veronica nodded incomprehensibly:

"Oh~"

Veronica turned to look at the other place, a silver mirror stained with mottled blood sacrifices standing on the ground, and she slowly walked to the mirror, but no matter which angle she looked, she couldn't see her reflection.

Herwin walked up behind her:

"In fact, a long time ago, the role of this mirror was to communicate another dimension.

"But I later recast it with the help of a friend and gave it a whole new function, which was to reflect the special side of its owner. ”

Veronica looked at the mirror that glowed orange-red:

"Professor Herwen, you are ......"

Hervin says:

"It's more of a metaphor. ”

He reached out and tapped on the mirror, and the red light faded out.

A tall woman with gray skin and a dark gauze skirt with a black umbrella stands in the center of the mirror.

The place where she stood was a mist-shrouded cemetery, and because of this, her face became faint, and she could not make out her own expression.

Veronica looked at her gloomy self in the mirror, and for some reason, her face flushed:

"Too ......"

Hervin says:

"Both are you, but one side is buried deep in your heart. ”

Veronica says:

"Wait until you come back. ”

Hewen nodded:

"You're going to have to pull me back later, anyway. ”

Standing in front of Veronica, Hervin muttered to herself:

"My name is Herwen, not Hevendelenga. ”

Veronica says:

"Hmm. ”

Hewen shook his head, and his hair instantly dyed golden:

"I am twenty-four years old, baron, without a wife or children, and have made swordsmanship and chivalry my life's pursuit. ”

Hewen's face also began to change, and he looked younger and more handsome than before, like the protagonist who walked out from a woman to a knight:

"The cause of death, when dueling, he despised his opponent too much, and he didn't know that his opponent was fighting a duel with the purpose of killing him, so he was slit, and his throat was cut in a lax way. ”

Herwin pulled out a long sword from his waist that didn't exist a moment ago.

Veronica knelt on one knee in front of Hervin.

Hewen tapped the back of his sword four times on Veronica's shoulder.

Veronica lowered her head and said:

"I swear to charge my lord Baron Hervin, to bring death and calamity upon my enemies, to devour their souls, to wear out their wills, to crush their bones, to corrupt their flesh, to distort their minds.

"The dead are my servants, the geysers are my vanguards, and we will tear apart the edges of the world and the underworld, and give death to sinners who are strife in ignorance. ”

Hervin says:

"I declare you, Veronica Gawain Pendragon, officially my Death Knight. ”

Veronica stood up.

Hervin raised his sword downward.

The beautiful knight reached out and took the hilt of his sword with Hervin.

Weakness and weakness crept from the soles of Veronica's feet down her thighs, crawling over her waist, choking her throat, scratching her neck, tearing her face, and finally seeping into her skin and sticking out.

Gray and white soaked everything in Veronica, skin, clothing, voice, eyes, temperament, soul, demeanor.

Everything is left with nothing but gray.

And in the haze, Veronica faintly saw a noble and majestic horse through the gray that surrounded her.

The steed walked towards her with a graceful and slow pace.

Veronica walked up to the steed and found that it was also gray, except for its wind-flowing mane, which shimmered silver in other parts.

Veronica held out her hand and carefully stroked the steed.

The horse raised its head and roared.

Veronica rode on the gray and white steed.

The path to the underworld unfolded before her.

The Death Knight's grey horse walked forward with a brisk and soothing pace.

Under the gray mist, in front of the Death Knight, a stone gate stood alone in the wilderness.

The Death Knight arrives at the door.

Then he rode in on horseback.

Reality.

Veronica's skin had turned grayish white like an undead, and her eyes stared blankly ahead.

And in the floor between her and Herwen, a crack opened that spewed black mist.

The Death Knight has gone to the gates of the underworld and found and opened a passage for him, so that the Baron Hewen from the earth can go to the realm of the dead at any time.

Herwin looked at the crack, not knowing what he was thinking.

Hervin told himself that hesitation would only make things troublesome.

So he took a step forward.

Hang yourself above the chasm.

Then close your eyes.

Thus fell into the abyss.