"What should we do now?"

The sorceress watched curiously as the two men carefully moved Claire's bones onto the spread canvas, and then carefully wrapped them.

"If we are to regain the sanity of the daytime spirit, we must bring back her fond memories and make her feel our kindness."

After wrapping the bones, Huck stood up, looked around, and soon found what he was looking for.

"The first step is to officially bury her bones," the witcher picked up the canvas bag containing the bones and walked towards the edge of the village wall, where there was a small garden.

He came to a bush of daisies and put the canvas bag down.

Spring has passed and autumn is in full bloom, and most of the daisy flowers have withered, only a few are still holding on to the branches.

The golden core resembles a golden disc, and the neat and dense tongue-like white petals are clustered around, looking like a radiant sun.

The vibrant, innocent, and passionate daisy was the beautiful girl's favorite flower.

With the shovel he found, he dug it up in the garden not far from the daisy.

"Tomera said Claire liked Daisies, so we buried her bones next to Daisy."

Huck didn't stop moving his hands as he explained his actions, and soon dug a long deep pit.

He put the canvas bag into the pit and pulled out a bracelet.

The inside of the delicate silver bracelet is engraved with a line of small letters: 'Claire to her friend Tomella'.

"Bury with objects that represent fond memories" Placing the bracelet on top of the bones, the witcher picked up a shovel and began to cover the earth.

"The burial of the bones will give the dead life a rest, and the beautiful objects can calm the anger in the hearts of the demon spirits who have stayed in the world and have nowhere to rest, and let her come to her senses again.

I have to say that the secret techniques passed down by the witchers are indeed surprising, and their research on the soul may not be systematic and in-depth, but it is simple and effective enough. ”

This time, it was Emily who spoke, muttering as if she had realized something, excited by what she was seeing.

After burying the bones, Geralt inserted a long wooden plank that had just been carved in front of the new grave.

"No matter how much suffering you have experienced in life, I still hope that you can remember the happiness and joy of the past, and may your soul rest in peace!"

After a few whispered prayers, Geralt stood up.

Huck crouched down and placed a white candle in front of the grave.

Orange flames danced softly, illuminating the tombstone in front of the grave.

【Tomb of Lark Clair】

[She was innocent, passionate, and often brought joy to people; After his death, he was buried here, and although he no longer spoke, his voice and appearance are still remembered. 】

The breeze blew, the grass swayed, the trees rustled all around, but the flame of the candle was unaffected and not a little shaken.

"Alright," the witcher stood up, looking at the candle expectantly, "before the candle burns out, if she's willing to see us, she'll show up." ”

"What if it doesn't show up?"

"If she doesn't show up, it means that she doesn't want to see us, and it can also be said that this effort has failed."

It was Geralt who answered the sorceress, who took out a canvas and laid it on the ground, and sat down.

"It's a bit long, we can meditate and rest for a while."

The sorceress didn't understand what it meant for a long time at first, and in her mind, the candle, which was no more than a foot thick, would burn for two hours at most.

An hour later, she had lost the idea, the candle was surprisingly flame-resistant, and protected by some kind of energy place, making it difficult for the leaves blown by the wind to get close.

"I'll go rest for a while~"

After knowing that it was not an empty word for a long time, the woman took out a tent, set it up on the grass on one side, and then went in alone without saying hello.

The pale green tent of unknown material looks small, much like a soldier tent in a military camp.

From the outside, it looked unusually thin and rudimentary, and it was hard to believe that a sorceress would be willing to rest in such a tent.

Seeing Huck's surprised eyes, Geralt smiled and said with some nostalgia:

"I've seen Yennefa's, and the space inside is a normal room size, with alchemy equipment, clairvoyant mirrors, and a comfortable gorgeous bed, etc."

The young witcher was stunned, and always felt that the white wolf's voice was deliberately a little heavier when he spoke about the big bed.

"Hmph, what's that, Huck, you come in."

Huck was stunned, his eyes lit up, he had coveted the magic tents of the sorceresses for a long time, and it was like seeing it.

A few minutes later, the witcher walked out of the tent with a sluggish expression.

Seeing Geralt's inquiring eyes, he said in disbelief, "I don't think it's a room, it's a palace..."

That's 12 hours.

From midnight until noon the next day, when the sun was high, the candle was only half lit.

Just when Huck thought he was going to have to wait any longer, a change of heart happened.

Green fireflies suddenly appeared out of thin air next to the tomb, soul energy quickly gathered, and a spirit in the image of a woman quickly appeared in front of everyone.

The demon hunters opened their eyes at the same time, then stood up, relieved to see that the spirit was not the terrifying image of the daytime demon spirit.

The demon in front of her was the appearance of a young woman, a travel suit, and a healer's insignia on her chest.

She floated to the tombstone, looked at the words on it, and was silent for a while before she spoke softly:

"You seem to have put a lot of effort into learning about my past, and you even brought Tomella's bracelet.

How is she doing now, how is she doing? ”

The voice of the demon spirit sounded ethereal, as pleasant as a lark, and the long braids on her back would sway playfully with her movements and words.

When she turned around, Huck saw that the wraith had a conjured bracelet on her left wrist and a lily pendant around her neck.

The lily has only half of the flowers, exactly the left half.

"She took the children to Kellmohan, where there is no war and hunger, it's safe, and the environment is beautiful."

"Yes, and the children," the demon listened to the witcher's words, and thoughtfully, she circled around him, as if to determine whether what the man said was true or false.

"Your soul is at peace, and you're not lying," Claire's spirit paused again in front of the witcher, and said with great relief:

"Tomilla had always wanted to find a place of peace and tranquility, away from war and persecution, and it seemed that she had found it.

Thank you for burying my bones and for bringing news of Tomera.

So, now tell me, what do you want from me? ”

She paused, thought for a moment, and continued:

"As you can see, I'm just an ordinary girl, with no wealth or treasures, and it's hard to give anything good in return.

However, I think you are well aware of my past, so tell me now, what do you want? ”

With this, the demon turned abruptly and looked at the sorceress who was emerging from the tent, his eyes full of vigilance.