Chapter 1712 Marriage

Wynter reached out to grab the medium's hand. "Is this also part of the costume experience?" The medium, Layla Orion, was an elderly woman. She didn't reply to Wynter's question. It was then Wynter realized that Layla likely didn't speak Cascadian, as even earlier, she had been chanting in Cantonian. Layla was the definition of gloomy. It was as if she had been in this place for an eternity, even showing a hint of confusion in her demeanor. She couldn't comprehend why no one spoke their local language anymore. She paid no attention to Wynter, instead proceeding to pour melted candle wax into the water. With deliberate care, she then sprinkled the water, bit by bit, over a phoenix-shaped coffin. As someone well-versed in the Arcane Way, Wynter immediately recognized what was happening. This was a ritual for a spirit marriage. Perhaps fearing Wynter might grow suspicious or be unsettled by Layla's actions, Hamilton stepped forward with a wide smile. "Young lady, this is one of ou