It was the first time Martin had actually used Lava Kiss on someone else, and although he had anticipated the potion's destructive power, he was taken aback by the raging flames that filled the room.

Only now did he understand the words of the old-fashioned man at the table:

"The potion is far more powerful than any other secret ritual of the same level."

From what happened in a short period of time, he could see that Octave, or Eddie, had magical items on him, and Salomon had confirmed his identity as a "savior".

His emerald candle and the last-minute means of using the candle to suppress the activity of the corpse were not something that ordinary people could master.

But it's just these two shepherds who already have a certain amount of experience, and the mutant corpses they have fought hard to deal with were burned alive by the [Lava Kiss], which is somewhat exaggerated.

Martin didn't know if the two had any other skills or hole cards, but he felt that was telling enough, at least from the results, that the potions were working far better than he expected.

"I'll just say there's something wrong with this manor!"

"My luck has always been so good!"

Martin's thoughts were interrupted by a hint of lazy complaining.

Lying on the ground, "Octave" struggled to get up and patted the ashes off her clothes, and she looked very embarrassed.

Martin stepped forward and asked in a deep voice:

"Why are you here?"

In fact, he had long thought about asking Eddie or even Shirley to take him along for this initial mission, but the requirements in the terms of the mission made him dismiss this idea.

The parchment clearly says "cannot be or was a woman", should the shepherds assume that these rules and requirements do not exist?

Martin was a little angry, he didn't know what the consequences would be if he didn't follow the mission, but it was certainly not a good thing.

"Don't be nervous."

"Octave" heard the displeasure in Martin's voice, and saw that he began to tear off the "beard" from his face piece by piece, revealing the delicate and smooth skin under the beard.

Then, she also took off the blindfold from her left eye, removed the large, somewhat exaggerated fake nose, and took out the thick wool pads that were caught in her clothes...

In this way, a sloppy man with a short stature and a strong body turned into a petite and charming young girl in front of Martin.

She was no longer barefoot, and this manly outfit made her look a little thin, with a dirty and thin beauty.

"This is a burial! I haven't played it again, so of course I'll have to come along! ”

"And I didn't even ask you for a bounty, did I?"

She didn't think there was anything wrong with it, and Fairy Martin deeply felt the meaning of old Susie's sentence "She's only crazy".

This crazy woman who treats rules as nothing and is a little greedy for money!

Martin remembered her words in the carriage and finally understood where his somewhat strange feeling came from.

Although Eddie made a delicate disguise, but his personality and habits are difficult to completely reveal, Martin noticed something wrong but didn't think about it at all.

"It's not a matter of bounties."

Salomon, who had been silent for a long time, said beside him.

"Your recklessness almost led to the killing of us all."

He looked over with a cold look in his eyes.

It's hard to imagine that this young man with a somewhat immature face has such indifferent eyes, this is not a child learning from an adult deliberately pretending to be mature, but a real indifference, as if life is not in his consideration at the moment.

Martin was a little curious about what the young man had been through, and in his memories of a previous life, he was afraid that his peers were still struggling to skip classes in college.

"Oh, my goddess!"

Add uttered the exclamation again, which seemed to be really her mantra.

"I didn't help much, but at least I helped you get his attention, didn't I?"

"Can you attack him so smoothly without me as a target?"

She spoke confidently and firmly believed in her words.

"Don't you understand?"

Martin thinks this woman is crazy, why don't you have a brain?

"Why did the corpse and the vines have to look for you? They have no interest in me and Salomon at all, why is that? ”

"How are you different from us?"

Martin asked a few questions in one go.

"You mean..."

After a short period of thought, Eddie found the problem.

"Because I'm a woman?"

"Of course!"

Martin was relieved and a little annoyed.

"The commission clearly says no women, and the behavior of the corpse after we came, his whispering, and the target of those vines, all speak for themselves."

"But..."

Add tried to plead, but her voice was low, and she couldn't seem to refute anything.

"It must have been that Henry Goode! He tricked us into coming and sealed the room to feed us to his daddy! ”

Unable to defend himself, Add skillfully begins to divert his attention and join the other party in his hatred.

It's her usual trick, and it's tried and tested.

"Of course he has a problem, but so do you."

Martin said in a cold tone.

Once again, there was an eerie silence in the room.

"Someone has done something to Jazz's corpse."

Salomon crouched beside the pool of viscous green fluid on the ground, his brow furrowed.

"I'm afraid this has nothing to do with his son."

Martin recalled what had gone wrong with Sir Henry after they had entered the villa, and walked over as well.

"I'm afraid that's not something we can handle."

Salomon stood up, his slightly immature face with a calmness and composure that did not match his age.

"This is no longer a simple burial commission, those vines and their fanaticism for the [Mother] are very much in line with the [Rose Cross]'s style."

'We should report to the club as soon as possible.'

"Rose Cross?"

Add was a little surprised to hear this.

"The old organization that holds the 'Rose' deck?"

There was a rare thoughtful look on her dirty face.

"When you say that, those vines do resemble the rumored [Vine of Desire]... But hasn't this organization been wiped out by the Battle Court and the Immortal Bird Monastery? ”

She looked puzzled.

"That's an explanation to the outside world."

Salomon walked over to the somewhat messy bed and began to sort out his overturned bottles and cans, putting them back into the vanity box.

"If you don't say that, there is no way to reassure the people, after all, the impact of the 'pollution' is too great."

His tone was a bit sophisticated that didn't match his age.

"The truth is that the ten 'Apostles' of the [Rose Cross] have not been completely exterminated, especially the 'Apostles of the Forest' who caused the pollution-"

"That mysterious [Black Goat]."

Saying this, Salomon paused, and seemed to fall into some bad memories.

"I see..."

Add touched his chin and said.

"Who the hell are you? How do you know this? The situation at that time should be understood only by the battle court and the immortal birds. ”

Add reacted suddenly.

"You're from the Abbey?"

She came to Salomon and circled twice around the young man dressed as a gentleman.

"Your paranoia about corpses and death, and the words that affect corpses... You can't be wrong, you must be from the monastery! ”

"I've had a feeling of discomfort since I saw you, but I've ignored the guidance the goddess gave me... After all, your outfit doesn't fit my stereotype of a monastery..."

"I always thought that the people of the monastery would have to stay on Mount St. Athos for the rest of their lives, but I didn't expect that there was one by my side, but why did you take off that black friar's robe? This is the hallmark of the monastery... Unless..."

"You escaped from the mountain?"

Eddie said to herself, coming to a shocking conclusion and looking at Salomon in disbelief.

Martin's back tensed when he heard Mount St. Athos, a word he had heard.

In the Palace of the Plantagenet, Stanley's mouth.

Salomon was indifferent to this, and simply responded:

"Didn't the introducer tell you not to inquire about the origins of the other members of the club?"

He gave Eddie a cold look, a faint hostility on his young face.

Eddie was a little uncomfortable to see, she shrugged her shoulders and replied in a relaxed tone:

"Just ask, if you don't say it, forget it."

Salomon ignored Eddie as he rekindled the brass-bottomed candle, which was extinguished when the old sir's body erupted.

Then, he took out a wrapped piece of leather from the bottom of the vanity case and slowly unfolded it.

The leather texture is soft, the surface is very smooth, and it is very large when unfolded, and the whole is a rare black color, with a faint smell of oil, and I don't know what kind of animal skin it is.

When the leather unfolded, Martin found a bouquet of air-dried yellow roses rolled in it.

Although it has completely lost its moisture, its petals still glow with bright yellow colors, bringing a touch of warmth to the dimly lit room.

"What are you going to do?"

Martin asked quietly, a hint of alarm rising in his heart.

Although Salomon was recommended by Shirley, Shirley did not know about Martin's past and what was happening in the Plantagenet.

From Eddie's words, he knew that what the madwoman had guessed was very close, if not true, to the truth, and that Salomon must have nothing to do with the Immortal Bird Monastery, which was probably one of the forces that imprisoned him.

Even if Salomon defected, it didn't mean that he was on a united front with Martin, and he could have grabbed Martin in exchange for merit.

"The deceased deserve the respect they deserve."

"Now that the ritual has begun, there should be a result."

Salomon replied softly, unfolding the leather and slowly covering it over the slime left over from the melting corpse of the old knight, enveloping the puddle of slime.

The slime adhered to the leather, and he wrapped the leather in the slime and rolled it up, took out a black ribbon and tied it back to the bed.

His expression was solemn and his movements were skillful, with a heavy sense of ritual.

Then, he put the bouquet of yellow roses on the black ribbon, and the combination of dried flowers and leather added a sense of solemnity.

Salomon held up the brass candle at the head of the bed and sang in a deep voice:

"The feathers of the firebird weave the wings of the dead,

A sky full of stars will illuminate the next leg of the journey;

The nearest place to you, with an open door to the distance,

May you look back without regrets. ”

In this poetic eulogy, the yellow rose miraculously came back to life.

Its petals stretch out as if they were in full bloom, sparkling dew flows from the stamens, and the dry leather bursts with a brilliant life.

Martin felt that the young man in front of him was like this yellow rose, although he would have spikes, it was more like a disguise to protect himself, his chest was like the bright yellow petals of a rose, always hot and hot.

And Eddie watched it all quietly, and she seemed to feel some indescribable touch from it.

After reading the eulogy, Salomon closed his eyes and mourned for a moment, then he gently blew out the brass candle.

The burial ceremony has come to an end.

And just a moment after the candle went out, a vision suddenly appeared.

The leather that wrapped the old sir's corpse began to wriggle strangely, like the grunt of bubbles in a swamp ringing in the ears of the three of them, and something drastic changed in the leather.

Immediately afterwards, the black leather began to decay rapidly, emitting an unpleasantly strong fishy odor, and black feathers continued to grow out on the surface of the leather, and quickly decayed and melted.

"This is..."

Salomon's expression became extremely shocked, he looked at all this in a daze, and muttered to himself:

"Black Raven Curse?"