Chapter 53 Souls They Finally Meet Again
For a moment, Darian felt like he had taken hallucinogenic mushrooms.
"Where... am I... Do you know me?" Cynthia was a little confused.
She continued to push the door, feeling confused about entering the shop.
Darien reacted quickly, quickly adjusting his expression and replacing the surprise on his face with a smile. "I've seen you before, in a sunny garden. Avery...also known as Karan, he was our guest. You know him, right?"
A slight blush appeared on Cynthia's pale face, and a white rose finally had the color of the sunset. It turned out that it only took one sentence to go from dead silence to radiance.
She whispered, "Yes. It's been a long, long time since anyone mentioned his name to me."
Darien looked at her. The person in front of him had lost her childishness. Although her face had not changed much, it was filled with melancholy. Only when she smiled could one glimpse the shadow of the lively girl she used to be.
"Welcome to the magic shop. I'm the owner, Darian. Do you have any wishes?" Although they had met a few times before, Darian still followed the convention.
"You are the legendary Darien. I know you. You can fulfill all wishes. In the stories I heard, you helped Angelina, the Saint of Ilet, rewrite the Poem of Daylight, and also helped the legendary knight find his lover... You are really amazing!" Cynthia praised sincerely.
"Thank you for your compliment... To be honest, I have almost forgotten these wishes." Darien's face was rarely hot.
Although he did nothing wrong in doing these things, he always felt a strange sense of shame when being praised in person.
"I'm dying, and I feel lucky to be here and have a chance to fulfill my wish," said Cynthia.
"Your life force is indeed about to end, but your soul is still shining. Do you want to prolong your life?" Darien only noticed her soul that was still shining with golden light. Such light was too bright, so he ignored her pale face and weak breath.
After he asked the question, he realized that he was asking a question he already knew the answer to, because Cynthia did not live to be thirty.
"I'm glad I still have a soul. My wish isn't this. I want to see Karan again," Cynthia said. "Are you friends with Karan? Has he ever mentioned me? I think I shouldn't ask this question. I killed him..."
Darien didn't know how to comfort her. He only vaguely knew a little about Avery. He and his team were buried on that rocky beach. They died in murder and finally returned to their hometown when their souls were about to be annihilated.
"I can take you to see the room where you first met him. He liked that room very much. I once asked him if he had any romantic feelings for you, and he said that you and he were just friends. He didn't even notice it himself. His expression was so insincere and flustered. I think he must like you very much, but he never had the chance to say it again." Darien avoided the question and said something else.
"Thank you, but it's really too late... We had no other choice at that time." Cynthia said softly.
"Your wish will come true," Darien said. "Before that, you can spend a little more time sorting out your memories."
"What can I pay you, Mr. Darien?" Cynthia asked.
"Your soul, your soul is pure," Darien replied.
"My soul alone is not enough to express my gratitude." Cynthia laughed. "I still have a small amount of savings. I hope you can accept it."
"I can't take it," Darien said.
Although he usually loves money, he really can't accept Cynthia's kindness. It's not a fair deal.
"It's okay. I don't have much personal property, and I won't leave it to anyone after I die. You're a good person, and I hope you'll accept it," Cynthia said. "I heard that Mr. Darien, the owner of the magic shop, likes gold coins and gems, and I hope to give them to you."
"Ahem. I'm so sorry. Please follow me, I'll lead the way for you myself." Darien's face flushed red. This was definitely the most embarrassed he had ever felt since he started making money.
He rang the bell, called Sewell down, and asked him to ventilate the room in advance and bring in tea and snacks.
Cynthia's health was not very good. Darien held out his arm for her to hold. She held it a little too tightly and apologized to him repeatedly. She wanted to support Darien and walk.
They walked much slower than Seville, and Cynthia had to stop every few steps.
Her breathing became rapid easily, the fever that swept the court taking its toll on her was devastating, and Darien could feel her hands burning like coals through her clothes.
When they arrived at the guest room where Avery had stayed, Sewell had already opened all the doors and windows, allowing fresh air to flow into the room, dispelling all the heavy smells.
Avery had lived here for several months, and everything here was covered up to prevent dust from gathering and making it difficult to clean.
When they came in, Seville had already lifted the dust sheets covering the tables and chairs, and put the bedding and curtains in the cabinet back on the bed.
"I remember this room," Cynthia said. "Karan and I, he said his name was Avery, spent many afternoons together through the window. Those were some of the happiest times I've ever had."
Her face was full of nostalgia, and coupled with her pale and sickly complexion, it was hard to bear to look at her closely.
"Close the window and you can meet again. As long as you think of him in your heart, he will appear in front of you." Darien helped her to the chair, then went over to close the glass window.
"I'll try," said Cynthia.
After the window was closed, the scene outside changed.
Outside was no longer an endless gray wasteland, but a familiar green courtyard surrounded by a high wall, and under the wall was an apple tree.
There is a blonde girl on the tree, and a young knight under the tree.
With a swish, Cynthia stood up suddenly and pulled the curtains, leaving only a small gap for looking out.
Her hands were shaking and her eyes were wide open, as if tears would roll out at any moment.
"I think you need some privacy. If you need anything, please ring the bell at the head of the bed and we will come." Darien stood up.
Seville also changed his bed and walked out of the room with him.
The door closed behind them.
"Miss Cynthia is actually here too," said Sewell.
"I'm surprised too. But when I think about the different time and space connected behind the Plantagenet Gate, it's perfectly normal for Miss Cynthia to appear here," said Darien.
"I forgot to ask Miss Cynthia about her taste preferences. We should prepare her dinner." Sewell's face was full of regret.
"We could ask Avery," Darien said.
"That's a good idea," said Sewell. "Shall we go now?"
Avery became a star, in the night sky of the tower. It was difficult to find an exact star in the night sky, but Darien was the master of the astrolabe.
Mr. Wizard took Mr. Crow to the top of the tower. The tower might not open for several months. There were too few pure souls, and not everyone was qualified to be a star.
"Avery, please take a break from the shining light of the stars. We need you now." Darien stood under the starry sky on the top of the tower and called Avery's name.
The name here is just a code name. Call Avery or Karan, and the corresponding person will descend from the starry sky.
The stars in the star disk above the head were twinkling. One of the stars was getting brighter and brighter. When the light was at its brightest, it streaked across like a meteor, and a transparent figure slowly floated down from the sky.
"Long time no see, Darien and Sevier," Avery said.
"Long time no see. How does it feel to be a star?" Darien greeted first.
"It feels good. Every night I can go far away with the wind." Avery laughed.
"He has a question for you." Darien pointed at Sevier.
"I'm happy to help," Avery said.
"What kind of dishes does Miss Cynthia like? Does she have any taste preferences or taboos? She might dine here tonight," asked Sewell.
"Cynthia...she, is she here?" Avery's soul shook several times, like ripples on a calm lake.
"Yes, Miss Cynthia is here. She wants to see you again. I don't think it's the right time yet, so I would like to ask her to rest in the tower for a while." Darien replied.
"I can't leave here... So she's already a soul too..." Avery's mood suddenly became depressed.
"No, she's still alive, she just sold her soul to me. So let's get back to the topic just now, what food should we prepare to entertain Miss Cynthia?" said Darien.
"She loved maple syrup sponge pudding, and pan-fried lamb with mint and parsley was her favorite, but she couldn't eat too much. She could drink sweet cherry wine, but didn't like astringent wine... She hated celery and carrots the most, and didn't like pork chops stewed with apples because they smelled like wild boar," Avery said as he recalled.
His memory was reliable, and he remembered a lot about Cynthia; they had had a happy time together as friends.
He is Cynthia's knight, and Cynthia says they are friends.
"Thank you, Mrs. Fitch will appreciate the menu. See you later, we will see each other again soon." Darien said with a smile.
"If possible, I hope we won't have the chance to meet again." Avery sighed softly. "Wishes mean incompleteness and regrets. I hope she can live a happy and fulfilling life."
Darien didn't answer and left with Sewell.
They went to the kitchen and joined the Fitches in preparing dinner.
If Cynthia is in good health, she is also invited to join the kitchen, but it would be better for her to get more rest now.
As Mrs. Fitch prepared the side dishes for dinner, she said, "Avery was a good boy. I remember him well. He was very polite. But he was too young. Such a good boy should not be so young."
"His friend Miss Cynthia came here and he gave us this menu," Darien said.
Mrs. Fitch said in amazement, "Their tastes are really similar. Similar tastes are the best way to promote friendship."
Cynthia needed to be alone, so after dinner was cooked, Sewell went to her room and invited her to the dining room for dinner.
She actually smiled when she saw the dishes being served one after another.
"They all said that my health was not good, so many foods were forbidden to me. I haven't eaten lamb for a long time. They said lamb was not good for my health." Cynthia lowered her head and smelled the aroma of the pan-fried lamb on the plate.
"I'm glad you enjoy this dinner. Have some cherry wine." Darien raised his glass to her.
Sewell picked up the bottle and poured half a glass of cherry wine for both him and Cynthia.
"These are all my favorite foods. Thank you very much. This is really thoughtful of you." Cynthia drank some cherry wine, and her lips and cheeks turned red, looking radiant.
"You're welcome. This is what Kalan told us. He remembers your favorite food." said Darien.
"Ah, that's it," Cynthia said softly.
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