Chapter 44: Kissing the Hand (Seeking Follow-up Reading)
"Just a few candles? I, I can do it, sir, I can do it."

Sally was thrilled.

She lowered her head timidly, still not daring to look at Deya.

But her trembling voice revealed her inner joy.

No one had ever helped her like this.

Ah, no, it would be bad to say that to the old lady, because she cared about her and helped her.

To be more precise, no one had ever sought her help in this way.

Even the old nanny just felt sorry for her and wanted to do everything for her within her ability.

Celeste was very grateful to the old lady.

But that's not what she wants.

What she wanted was not people’s contempt and disgust for her;

What she wanted was not people's pity or sympathy.

What she wants is for people to talk to her equally and calmly.

All she wanted was the simplest equality and dignity.

Even though she lost a leg and an arm, Sally believed that she could still do something.

Disabled people always hope that outsiders can give them respect. For Sally, this is her little self-esteem.

"But I'm going to tell you in advance, Sally.

What I am going to do is not a good thing, but a bad thing. Are you willing to do it with me?"

Deya said gently with a smile on his face.

“I don’t care about these things, I don’t know what is good or bad, and no one has taught me these things.

I only know that you want my help, sir, and I will help you."

Sally said anxiously, as if she was afraid that Deya would not need her help again.

"Thank you very much, Your Highness Celeste...

What I want you to do is very simple. Just place the candles in this pattern near the tomb of Susaythani XXI at night.

The candle does not need to be lit, and the angle and distance of the graphics have fixed requirements. Hmm, can you understand it?"

Deya took out a piece of paper from his arms. On it was a simple and strange pattern, which was exactly the ritual of the 'Dark Moon Goddess'.

The key to the 'Resurrection of the Dead' lies in Enochian (Dark Moon), the language that connects to the gods.

As for the arrangement of the ceremony, it was extremely simple.

If this ritual was used during the time when the goddess was alive, the goddess' consent was required.

But now, after the fall of the goddess, this ritual can be used at will.

In other words, the Dark Moon Goddess has fallen, but not completely.

Just as the puppeteer said, He is looking for an opportunity to resurrect.

Deya didn’t know whether the goddess could be resurrected successfully, he only knew that he would steal all of the goddess’ power!
Sally looked at the paper that Deya handed her carefully, and soon returned it.

Under Deya's surprised eyes, she lowered her head embarrassedly and said:

"I have memorized it all. My memory is pretty good... If you don't believe me, sir, I will recite the above content to you now."

"No, I believe you, Your Highness Celeste."

Deya shook his head and smiled.

After all, Sally is the host of the Outer God.

It can even be said that she is the 'God of Corruption' herself who has not yet emerged from her cocoon into a butterfly.

"I am really grateful that you can trust me like this...Excuse me, sir, may I know your name?"

Sally asked cautiously, with a little expectation. "I am Deya, Deya Cavendish, the second son of the Cavendish family.

Please remember this name, because I believe that one day, or even soon, this name will be passed down through the world!"

Deya raised his head and spoke with a slight sense of pride and confidence.

"Deya...Deya Cavendish..."

Sally whispered Deya's name, and she said seriously: "I believe your name will be praised by the world."

Deya laughed and reminded:
"Your Highness Sally, I just said that what we are doing is a bad thing, and bad things cannot be known to others.

So please don't tell anyone else what I'm asking of you.

No matter who asks, don't tell anyone. As long as you say you don't know, nothing will happen.

Also, if you see any scary scenes after setting up these candles, I hope you won’t scream.”

Sally nodded vigorously, as if she was afraid that Deya didn't trust her, and said anxiously:
"I won't tell anyone. I swear on my life, Lord Deya!"

"It's not necessary to swear on your life. You don't have to do that... Sorry, our king is holding a birthday banquet. I'm afraid I can't stay here any longer. I have to leave first."

Deya said this, bent down slightly, and then stopped moving.

When Sallyst was confused, he shook his head and said, "Your Highness, I was just about to kiss your hand to say goodbye. Shouldn't you have expressed your feelings?"

Celeste was startled, and it was as if she had rabbit ears growing on her head and she was shrinking.

She said at a loss: "No, no, I'm sorry, Lord Deya, I don't really understand these."

Sally looked at her only left hand.

The five fingers of her left hand were slender and white, and her skin was smooth and delicate, and not a part of it was corroded like her face.

"I smell bad, and I don't want to defile you while you are attending the party."

Sally said shamefully.

Although her rotten smell was not very strong, it emanated from her entire body.

“It’s not a big deal, you may not know this, but I’m a necromancer and I’m used to this smell.

And not all necromancers like the taste.

So a necromancer invented something like perfume, which can eliminate these smells with just a little spray."

Deya took out a small bottle of perfume from his arms, sprayed it on himself and then on Celeste.

As a necromancer who deals with corpses all year round, Deya has to eliminate the smell on his body every day.

Sally's eyes lit up, and there was a hint of excitement in her expression.

Seeing this, Deya smiled and said:

"This bottle of perfume is for you, but it won't last long. I can send you more perfume later. Where do you live?"

Sally pointed in one direction with the hand that supported her cane and whispered, "I live in a small house over there."

Deya frowned and said, "Living in the palace is a little troublesome. I can't enter the palace anytime and anywhere."

Sally said quickly, "It's not in the inner palace, but outside the palace. There's no one nearby."

The royal family did not want anyone to know about Celeste's affair.

Therefore, the place where she lived was very deserted and she didn't even have a guard.

Seeing the expectation in Sally's only golden eye, Deya fulfilled her wish: "Then please wait for good news."

As he spoke, Deya bent down, gently took Sally's left hand, which was holding the crutch, and kissed the girl's hand as she trembled.

For unmarried ladies, the hand-kissing gesture does not involve a real kiss, it is just a gesture of gesture.

After the ceremony,
Deya said elegantly: "Please allow me to take my leave first. Finally, I want to say something to you. You are strong and brave in your heart, which is admirable."

He stroked his gold-framed glasses, tightly grasped the small wooden box beside him, smiled at Celeste, then turned and left.

(End of this chapter)