After realizing what the other party was talking about, Eberron's face trembled uncontrollably, relying on the aristocratic cultivation she had developed over the years to prevent her expression from revealing her true thoughts.
(Aristocratic expletive)
(Silver Council slang)
Of course, the nobles who claim to be noble actually do not use bad language. Even if they do use it behind their backs, Eberron has no access to them.
She just understood what it was like to almost curse.
Take a deep breath.
"...Please have a good rest, I'm leaving first."
Eberron took a deep breath, nodded vigorously to the old man, and then strode away.
She didn't dare to look back, because she was afraid that she would say something rude if she couldn't hold back any longer.
Not only will this affect your own image, but speaking like this to a wounded person is not something worth boasting about.
"Well, let's go, let me, an old man, stay here...ah, I'm gone."
Looking at the back of Eberron who had fled, the old dog-headed orc smiled kindly.
"You are such a polite kid, you persist in doing this."
Hehehe chuckled twice, the old man shook his head with a smile and sighed:
"It's really well protected. I haven't seen death or experienced the devastation of wind and frost. It's great."
"But, hesitant young people? They are everywhere on the battlefield."
After laughing for a while, the old kobold orc's wrinkled nose twitched slightly, and the kindness in his eyes disappeared. He looked in the direction where Eberron disappeared and whispered silently:
"The smell is very light. Have you ever been exposed to it before? It doesn't seem to be here."
"The clue has been broken again... That blasphemer, where will you hide?"
The color in the old pupils became lighter, and finally turned into a faint golden color, and the old man made a toothy smile.
"I will definitely find you, and then..."
Although there were only two or three teeth left in his mouth, the old man still exuded a ferocious and cruel aura at this moment.
"No one can stop us."
The leaked aura only existed for a moment, and he soon returned to his kind appearance, looking at the wounded around him with a smile.
"Praise my Lord."
…
…
In the dark and cold room, which was like a cold storage, Han Qi stopped the last work in his hands.
call.
He exhaled a burst of breath, but no white air formed at all.
"…………"
He nodded as he looked at the warrior who had regained his basic appearance. After sorting out his remains, he could replace them with a new batch.
Dong Dong.
The office where no one should be near was knocked once again.
Is it Eberron?
Hasn’t that innocent noble lady learned her lesson yet?
The cold eyes moved, Han Ci was silent for a moment and ignored it, still arranging the appearance of the deceased.
Dong Dong.
But the person outside the door was still knocking relentlessly, not caring at all that he was being ignored.
"…………"
But just when Han Ci was about to block out the sounds from the outside world, he heard a heavy wheezing and coughing.
"Ahem, cough, cough, it's not a good habit to ignore an old friend who comes to visit you, especially when the other person is a weak patient."
The cough that seemed to be about to expel the lungs from the chest made Han Ci know the identity of the other party, and he silently waved his hand behind him.
The door opened gently, sending the cold air out of the room.
The figure outside the door waited until the cold air had dissipated before slowly entering. After entering, he looked around before saying regretfully:
"Your house is still as lifeless as ever...cough cough cough."
Ignoring the other party's comments, Han Ci took off his blood-stained coat and began to tidy up his clothes.
Now that the Consumption Knight has arrived, it means that the time has come.
"……You came."
"I came to see you in person, what? Aren't you happy for me to see that I am so healthy?"
Leaning on the wheelchair, the consumptive knight raised his eyebrows, and then coughed hard.
Cough cough cough...
healthy?
Han Ci knew the opponent's physique very well and knew how much energy was contained under the consumptive knight's seemingly dying body.
This is a legend, and a legendary knight who can be regarded as the forefront among all legends.
But after all now...
"Seeing how you look now, I doubt whether you can play your original role."
"Hahaha, look at what you said, of course I can do it!"
Cough cough cough... cough cough cough!
Listening to the continuous and rhythmic coughing, Grand Duke Hansheng felt that his expression under the mask had become distorted, and he was silent for a while and asked:
"Can you still move?"
The wheelchair underneath me moved on its own, demonstrating the mobility of the soul.
Really unable to bear it, Han Ci failed to completely hold on to his cold expression in the end and turned around to scold:
"That's enough! If you don't feel uncomfortable, stop coughing!"
Looking back, he saw a terrifying face full of smiles.
!!!
The illness had already drained his life force, leaving only a ferocious look on his originally handsome face, but such a face was nothing to the Duke Hanthorn who was with the deceased.
What really shocked him was the black blood remaining at the corner of the consumptive knight's mouth. It was almost the color of no blood, only the darkness of toxins.
"You! You're not pretending!?"
Has his body really reached this point?
"No! I did pretend!"
Cold Thorn:?
"Of course, that's not entirely correct. It should be said that it is, but it's not entirely true."
"Ahem... I got a little excited and couldn't control it."
The wheelchair underneath him moved, as if it was pacing non-stop. The consumptive knight raised his hand to wipe the black blood from the corner of his mouth, and said easily:
"I really can't hold on anymore, but it doesn't matter, I don't have to hold on anymore."
Cough cough cough.
What Han Ci saw on that creepy, zombie-like face was uncontrollable excitement.
"Hey, are you excited?"
Nodding vigorously, the consumptive knight sighed:
"Yes! This is that day! You know how long I have been waiting. I have been looking forward to this moment in my dreams, and now I finally... don't have to wait any longer."
Han Ci knew exactly what this sentence meant, and the other party did not hide it.
In the eyes of the consumptive knight, no... his whole body exuded a strong will to die.
He is longing for death.
Whether it's the enemy's or his own, the consumption knight desires it all.
After watching in silence for a moment, Grand Duke Hansci did not dissuade him. He just pushed the other party's wheelchair and said calmly:
"I will collect the body for you."
With a smile that grew brighter, the consumptive knight looked around and saw complete corpses.
"Yes! It does take one person to collect the corpse, but your skills...well, it's really good."