After hearing this, Tours, who looked even older, laughed happily.
"Hahaha, what do I have to worry about?"
There was no sound from his feet. The illusory figure slowly walked to the bed and sat down, shaking his head helplessly.
"You know it very well, don't you? You are already lying here, do you still need me to remind you?"
Tours watched the sunlight pouring into the house from the window, coating the illusory figure with a layer of brilliance, and finally fell on himself.
Incomparably warm.
The dry lips parted, and the old man smiled sincerely.
Hahaha.
"Aren't you going to die soon? What's there to worry about?"
The words are relaxed and natural, without fear or unwillingness.
His limbs had lost strength and he could only lie on the hospital bed in pain, but Tours was not afraid of his own death.
Instead, it was as if he breathed a sigh of relief and took a breath for a while.
"...Sir, at my age, even if I can never see the rising sun tomorrow after closing my eyes, it will definitely not be considered a premature death."
"You don't have to grieve for me at all."
He is already very old.
In the Dark Ages, when the average age of nobles was less than sixty years old, and commoners were only in their thirties or even lower, Tours, who was over seventy years old, could definitely be regarded as an old man.
Just like what he said, even if you fall asleep the next moment, it is a very normal thing.
Life and death are impermanent and all have their destiny.
There is no need to worry about him as a useless old man anymore.
"I know."
The benevolent prophet who had been watching him spoke softly and did not deny Turs' words.
"We have tried our best to extend your life for more than two years, but now it has truly reached the point where it can no longer be extended."
"However, there are not no methods, but those will make it impossible for you to live as a human being."
If you really lower your bottom line and don't care about any cost, there are really too many ways for a mortal to survive.
Resurrection as an undead creature, becoming a blood slave of a vampire, transforming elemental creatures...
It can be done, but who will bear the price?
After hearing this, Tours thought of something and wanted to get up anxiously, and said uneasily:
"Ahem, sir, please don't let me become..."
Buzz——
"Don't get excited, I promised you that I will not go against your will."
"Don't worry."
The golden palm enlarged in front of his eyes, and the slight buzzing in his palm made Turs calm down quickly.
"Trust me a little more."
"...Yes, sir."
Looking at Turs lying back down, Ning Feng nodded with a smile, but then quickly shook his head with regret.
"But knowing is one thing, but how to accept it is another."
Making a choice is always the easiest to say, but when you really have to face it, it feels completely different.
Holding the old man's thin palm, Ning Feng smiled bitterly.
"After all, you are very special."
The first person to communicate with me.
The first follower behind me.
The person who brought me back from the brink of despair.
The most stable anchor of my humanity…
"You are my friend."
"Do you think I can calmly ignore the death of my friend now?"
This is not an exhortation to the dying old man to continue suffering in this world, but just a guy who is not good at words saying his final farewell to his friends.
Friends?
No, I have no such qualification to call myself your...
Turs originally wanted to say this, but when he saw the slight sadness on Ning's face, he closed his mouth again.
Not qualified?
No, you shouldn't say such disgraceful words now.
"So, that's it... haha."
After coughing twice, Tours felt that the picture in front of him was blurred and his consciousness gradually lost.
"It seems that I have to persist a little longer."
It's not that I'm dying, it's just that my friends can grieve later.
Smiling and clenching his hands, the old man slowly closed his eyes with a smile on his face.
The breeze outside the window blew the curtains.
Turs was the only one left in the room.
The old man, with his chest rising and falling slightly, fell asleep in the warm sunshine.
…
…
Opening his eyes, the golden color of his pupils faded away, turning back into pitch black with no emotion.
Ning Feng stood up from the chair, sighed softly, and brushed his fingers over the two-hand-high statue on the table.
sand……
The statue, made of some kind of pure white material and covered with divine power, instantly weathered under this gentle touch and turned into a pile of dim dust.
"No!!! You devil! What have you done!?"
"You blasphemer! You will definitely be punished by the gods!"
An angry roar exploded in the room, like the roar of a beast caught in a trap before dying.
Amid the bluff, there was fear.
How pitiful.
Ning Fengqu didn't pay attention to the prisoner's noisy howling, and sighed to himself, thinking about the scene he just saw.
"There really isn't much time left."
"Tulse's waking hours are getting shorter and shorter."
From being comatose for an hour a day to being awake for only an hour a day, there is almost no possibility of reversing Tours' condition.
"So, those people must be brought to justice before that day comes."
Put those...
"You dare to damage the statue of the gods, you will definitely be punished by the gods... ugh!"
puff.
Accompanied by a funny sound that came out of his mouth as if he couldn't hold back his laughter, broken flesh and blood splattered, and the screams in his ears stopped abruptly.
The room became quiet again.
Ning Feng withdrew his raised fingers and walked around with his hands behind his back.
"One more thing, should I... tell him the truth?"
"Can he really bear it now? But he has the right to know the truth."
Ning Feng once felt that hiding it was the best solution, but now he felt that something was wrong and he had no right to do so.
Dong Dong.
The respectful knock on the door made Ning Feng pause. He looked at the door and "saw" the waiter with his head lowered outside the door.
"Sir Prophet, there is a noble who requests to meet with you in private."
Is it finally here?
Ning Feng put down his thoughts, turned around and opened the door.
"his name is?"
Which noble family will it be?
But from personal contact, they probably aren’t the top ones.
The waiter bowed, handed the thorn scepter to the prophet's hand, and spoke respectfully.
"The other party came alone. He seemed to be a representative elected by some small nobles. However, he did not reveal his name and called himself the Duke."
Duke? And, calling himself?
Suddenly some interest arose, and Ning Feng stepped forward with his cane.