Hug, part, hug, part.

Valilla repeated the same movements until she calmed down a bit, and then she barely managed to regain her composure.

She took a step back, stared at "Qili" steadily, and ruthlessly lifted the summons.

Then, she clearly saw the whole process of "Qili" dissolving and disappearing like a black shadow like a burnt page.

The shadow returns to its original place.

The "sincere" hair has become the sustenance of the "painting".

In the future, Valilla only needs to use the two elements of portraits and relics to quickly summon the corresponding "Painted Shadow" just like summoning her own "real shadow......

Provided that she wants to.

Before the ceremony, Valira wanted to see Qili again, to hug her more, to make up for the feeling of indebtedness in her heart...... However, when she really saw the "Painted Shadow" Qili appear in front of her, she couldn't face it well.

She couldn't even show her true face in front of "Qili".

Sure enough, the reason why "regret" is so profound is because it can't be easily remedied...... Valilla had thought that the ritual of "Shadow Summoning" would relieve the pain in her heart a little, but she didn't expect it to have the opposite effect.

At this time, she was keenly aware of the hesitation and fear in her heart.

"Alas, there can be no escape."

Valera repeatedly admonished herself in her heart:

"There is no escape!"

It took some time, relying on the witch's extraordinary self-control, she suppressed her bad emotions, unloaded Qili's portrait, placed the portrait of Corvo the "Punisher" on the easel, took out the "bottom line" pocket watch, and prepared to perform the "Shadow Awakening" ritual again.

……

Late at night after the ceremony.

Valeera lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep properly.

She felt that her mind was very concentrated, she kept thinking, but she couldn't tell what she was thinking, and even lost her grasp of time, and she didn't know how long she had been lying in this state.

"Ugh."

Valera sighed, got out of bed, and went to the balcony, hoping that the cold breeze outside would help her to relieve some of her worries.

The night sky was not clear, and above the mist, there were dark clouds that obscured the crimson moon, and the cold winter wind blew hard, only slightly attracting the low clouds, bringing a faint moonlight to the ground.

Valera still feels distraught.

At this time, an active figure attracted her attention-

Raft Pound, the family's run-down baron, was digging in what he thought was a hidden chapel in the abandoned chapel a little across the street.

[The app that has been running stably for many years is comparable to the old version of the book-chasing artifact, which is used by old bookworms.]

He answered the other party's question in a bad tone, "More than you think."

It's a strange state.

She felt that she was still awake, but she could not fully control her words and actions.

"Tell me about it, then?" The evil spirits possessed by Raft Pound don't get angry so easily.

Valeera snorted again.

"The prey of shame, the waste of failure, the residue of potions, the binding spirit of the dungeon, the stitched ***." She gave several descriptions in a row, and finally asked, "Do you like what I call you?"

The evil spirit of the "Red Angel", Sauron Einhorn Medich, was silent for a moment.

"Looks ...... You're in pain."

Pound, who was possessed by evil spirits, slightly hooked the corners of his mouth, showing an expression that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and answered the question.

Valera couldn't help but frown deeply.

Annoyed, she tried to use her brain, but she didn't seem to gain anything, and she couldn't even remember the correct answers she had imagined before, so she simply threw out the main topic very bluntly:

"I'm going to make a deal with you."

"Very well, that's what I'm trying to say." Pound, possessed by evil spirits, immediately chimed in and said, "As long as you help me get out of my predicament, I can give you a reward that you absolutely cannot refuse, a treasure that is enough to be called magical and precious.

"This is what it looks like."

As he spoke, he spread out his palms, making the crimson moonlight condense into a phantom—

It was a normal-sized tarot card with a very different image from the others, and it was not the king who sat in the chariot, but Russell Gustav in crimson priestly robes.

In the upper left corner of the board, Starlight condenses into a line of text:

"Sequence 0: The Red Priest!"

Valera had to admit that after seeing the apparition of the "Red Priest" card, her heart beat fiercely.

This is indeed her dream treasure!

"It's not enough!"

Valilla already regretted her reckless actions tonight, but thankfully, she remembered the most crucial part of the negotiation:

"I also want the Predator Knight trait!

"You can choose one of them as an advance payment in exchange for my sincere help."

"Huh," the evil spirit sneered, and asked rhetorically in a playful tone, "why do you think I'd agree to such an expensive offer?"

"Because you don't have a choice."

Valeera uttered word by word what she had thought out countless times:

"I can report the situation directly to the Orthodox God Church...... For me, the loss is a chance to be promoted, but what happened to you, don't you need me to describe it?"

"Are you willing?" The evil spirit asked rhetorically.

"I think you should ask that question yourself." Valira said with a blank face, "Are you willing to give up your last life?"

Without waiting for the other party to answer, she followed up with another sentence:

"By the way, I can tell you that I already had the Despair Witch's potion recipe and promotion ceremony."

The evil spirit of the "Red Angel", Sauron Einhorn Medich, was silent again, and did not speak again for a long time.

At this time, Valera finally felt that her mood seemed to improve.