It was almost seven o'clock in the evening, and the Moretti family looked at the note on the dining table in silence, speechless.
"Klein, Melissa, and Benson, I went to Backlund, don't worry."
"The potion I brought out is used up. I need to find the great doctor to replenish some."
"It can take as short as three days or as long as one week. I will return as soon as possible."
Valeela's light words gave people the feeling of a "fugitive princess", making them deeply feel the class gap between them.
At the same time, Valeela got off the steam train in the Backlund Bridge area.
After catching up on her sleep on the train all day long, her face looked much better than in the morning.
After leaving the station, Valeela rushed to her and Qili's den as quickly as possible.
Fortunately, it's not far from White Rum Street.
It took Valila less than ten minutes to complete the quarter-hour journey back to her residence.
The door to Qili's room was closed.
Not caring about anything else, Valeera untied the thin wire from her right wrist and pried open the door lock in twos and twos.
The door opens.
The air in the room rushed into the nose, bringing a sweet smell with a hint of fishy smell.
Valeera saw at a glance that Qili's upper body lying on her side on the bed was exposed behind the wooden-framed full-length mirror.
On the light pink bed sheets, Qili's exposed skin became dull and no longer as fair and shiny as before.
Valeela walked a few steps quickly, walked around the full-length mirror, and saw the blood foam and organs vomited by Qili on the wooden floor.
Qili is dead!
A strong sense of suffocation enveloped Valeela's body and mind.
She staggered back, not trusting her senses.
Qili is dead!
Valeela suddenly understood why she had not died last night.
It was Qili who saved herself.
But Qili is dead!
Valeera sat down weakly on the ground, looking straight at Qili who was lying on the bed, wearing a pink and purple nightgown, like a sleeping beauty, and her mind went blank.
Clear tears gurgled endlessly, flowing down her delicate face.
Suddenly, Valeela felt her heart throbbing again, just like when Qili was calling her.
Valeela just sat on the ground, silent.
She didn't know how long it took, until her left hand was pulled by something, and she came back to her senses.
Valeera lowered her head blankly and saw a strand of dark brown hair that was about to wrap around her left wrist.
In her numbness, she forgot that this was a dangerous magical item and did not avoid it.
Soon, the hair wrapped around her wrist.
A rather strong love burst out from Valeela's heart, breaking through her numb state of grief.
Driven by this desire, Wali suddenly stood up and wanted to do something to Qili on the bed.
Fortunately, she regained consciousness in time.
In accordance with the philosophy of the Temperance sect, Valeela guided this desire to reconcile with the curse attached to the "Prisoner's Ring" on her right index finger, condensing a stronger extraordinary will and regaining control of her body.
Valeera raised her left hand, looked at the hair wrapped around her wrist, and showed a bitter smile.
Regardless of the past or future, this should be the only magical item she knows about the negative effects of.
Putting down her left hand, Valeera glanced at Qili on the bed again, but still felt difficulty breathing and her heart throbbing.
But she won't wallow in it anymore.
Valeela turned to look at the wooden-framed full-length mirror. On the ground in front of it, there were three candle tears after burning out the candles.
She put her left palm on the mirror and murmured in a low voice: "Mirror, mirror, tell me what happened here."
Immediately, a layer of dark brilliance appeared on the mirror.
The picture appears.
With tears streaming down her face, Qili withdrew the black flames in her palms, but there were still small flames burning quietly on the blood-dropped hair knot...
With a worried look on her face, Qili raised black flames again and forcibly dismantled the curse that was emanating from her hair knot...
Qili, who showed a sad smile, stretched out her hand to touch the mirror, then opened her mouth and spit out green bile and organs burning with black flames...
Valeela took back her left hand with a "swipe".
Her breathing became heavy, and a huge fire of anger ignited in her heart.
Through the picture that just appeared in the mirror, she completely understood the cause of Qili's death.
In order to save her, Qili triggered the binding curse imposed on her by the Witch Cult!
"Bye now."
"I do not regret."
Thinking of the two words Qili muttered before she died, Valeera gritted her teeth and squeezed out a broken whisper word by word.
The tone was vicious and cold.
"Witch Cult... Despair Nightingale!"
Valeela bent down and picked up a few pieces of organs on the ground, put them back into Qili's arms, squatted down beside the bed, pressed the strand of hair on her face behind her ears, and stroked her cold lips. cheek.
She regrets so much.
Regret that I had previously doubted Qili's sincerity and did not give her the response she expected;
Regret that I had deliberately distanced myself and deceived Qili on too many things;
I regret that I was too strong-willed before and was not intimate with Qili.
Obviously she has already found a way to deal with Mrs. Sharon. As long as she has a short period of time, she can be promoted to Sequence 6, and she can come up with a better way to save Qili and regain her freedom...
Valeela allowed the thoughts in her mind to race.
An unknown amount of time passed before she stood up again.
She will not have a complete mental breakdown like the last time she accidentally killed the punisher Corvo.
Because this time, Qili didn't slap her awake again.
Valeera took out the blood-beaded hair knot woven with her own hair and blood from Qili's bent palm, and examined it intently.
She quickly confirmed that the curse placed on it had been completely removed.
Qili only retained the close mystical connection between it and Valeera.
Maybe at that time...she still wanted to use it to find me?
Valeera clenched her fists, murmured a few spells, and a ball of black flame suddenly burst out from her palms.
After a moment, she lowered her arms, and bits of ash fell from her palms.
She is free.
At a price she was never willing to accept.
Immediately afterwards, Valeera picked up Qili, who had become stiff, and went to the bathroom next door to help her clean.
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After a long time, Valeera put Qili back on the bed in her room.
At this time, Qili not only changed her clothes, but also put on light makeup, regaining most of her former appearance.
While helping Qili sort out her remains, Valeera discovered some items.
In Qili's arms, there was a substitute wand; in her pocket, in addition to some daily necessities, there were two blood-bead hair knots and the "thief badge" that made her and Qili bond.
In addition, in Qili's dressing table, she also found a house ownership certificate, several bearer checks from Backlund Bank, and some membership tokens from high-end places.
What concerned Valeera most was the certificate of ownership of the house.
It was a single-family house, a garden villa, on Williams Street in the West End.
Not because it was the most valuable, but because it allowed Valeela to find the best place to bury Qili.
Valeera hugged Qili, sprinkled fluorescent powder on herself and her, disappeared, and rushed to the West District at night.
