After getting rid of Sean and his group, things went much smoother.
Mr. Qiu's funeral was held in an ordinary house in the Third District. Since there was no church and no priest in the local area, everything was held according to the traditions of the black people, that is, the traditions of the Tussocians. In the small house
In the middle of the year, Mr. Qiu's body was placed in the center of the house and cushioned with two fine ice stones, which delayed the decay of the body.
His body was sprinkled with cardamom and green grass leaves, and the person who presided over the ceremony was an old man. This was based on the tradition of the Tussocians - the oldest person in the town presided over the funeral, and the deceased
The soul can be sublimated and immortal; if the youngest person blesses the wedding, the newlyweds can be together for the rest of their lives and remain together until death.
Dulan and other guests attending the funeral stood around the house, forming a circle around Mr. Qiu's body. The old man called the names one by one, and then said words of blessing or silence to Mr. Qiu's body. This is how it goes.
After walking around the circle, the old man will pass everyone's words to Mr. Qiu's soul (this is also the reason why the oldest person is allowed to preside over the funeral. The Tussocians believe that the deceased will forget the words of the living, so they must entrust the person closest to the deceased to
The old man can only convey it). After that, Mr. Qiu’s body will be cremated, and his urn will be enshrined in the unified cemetery of the black people, alongside several former leaders.
The funeral was carried out in an orderly manner. Everyone who was called by the old man expressed their respect and regret to Mr. Qiu's body. Almost everyone present had been favored by Mr. Qiu, and most of them expressed their feelings towards his passing.
They felt very sad and cried bitterly.
Even Rudy, who has always had a serious face, showed a hint of sadness, and Sinclair even had tears in her eyes. If they were not the leaders of the black people and had to pay attention to their dignity in front of everyone, she would have burst into tears.
.Sometimes sadness is like this. When you don't think about it, it may be hidden deep in your heart; but when it suddenly appears, it can easily affect your mood.
It was as if the news of Mr. Qiu's death had been known to everyone for a long time. They had gradually accepted this fact in the past few days, but suddenly the funeral brought back everyone's sad thoughts. Mr. Qiu suddenly flashed before their eyes.
His voice, appearance, and appearance when he was alive were naturally prone to bursting into tears.
Among all the people present, only Dulan showed no emotion from beginning to end. His expression was calm, even slightly indifferent. His eyes never left the teacher's body, the familiar face, and him.
Those words he told Dulan before he died...
"The sacred fire in the east is about to be ignited. The descendants of the Anze people and the Yu Jin people put aside their past grievances and fight side by side. Xi Wei's descendants will repeat the feats of their ancestors, and a new world is about to come."
"This is the thorn bird ring, the symbol of the leaders in black."
"Dulan, today, as the second generation leader of the black people, I will give you the thorn bird ring. From now on, you will not only be an official black people, but also one of the three leaders of the black people...
…”
"It's a pity that I can't see the day when the fire of freedom is ignited..."
The vague words seemed to be still in the ears, and the cold face showed no sadness, but who could see the tightly clenched fists in Dulan's sleeves!
"Hateful!" Dulan blamed himself in his heart unwillingly: "If I could have taken out the Holy Cross Healing Rune from the evil place earlier, wouldn't the teacher have died?"
He closed his eyes, breathed calmly, and told himself that his teacher's death was a foregone conclusion, and he must live on tenaciously to fulfill his wish!
This kind of Du Lan is what Mr. Qiu wants to see.
At this moment, the old man's trembling voice was heard saying: "Mr. Qiu had only one disciple in his life, Du Lan. His passing is so sad. The only thing to be thankful for is that when he was dying,
There is a disciple named Dulan by his side. My son, come and say a few words to the soul of Mr. Qiu."
Everyone looked over. A small number of them were members of the Black Clothes, and the rest were residents of the town. Many of them had already met Dulan and had a good or bad impression of him.
Bad initial impression, but more unfamiliar and wary.
Dulan slowly opened his mouth, took a deep breath, and finally said calmly: "I will fulfill the teacher's last wish."
There was a hint of curiosity in the eyes of everyone present, as if they wanted to hear Dulan continue talking, but who knew that he only said this and there was nothing more to go on.
The old man was silent for a while, prayed a few words in a low voice, and then called another person's name.
…
By the time the lengthy funeral ceremony ended, it was already in the afternoon. Mr. Qiu's body was cremated. At Dulan's strong suggestion, everyone built a tombstone by the Qingyue Lake adjacent to the three towns and buried the urn here.
Place - this was also Mr. Qiu's last wish. After all this work, everyone was tired and sad, and left separately. As Dulan expected, as soon as everyone left, the two leaders Rudy and Sinclair came to find them.
Got him.
"Dulan, how have you been these past two days?" Sinclair was the first to speak. Today she was wearing a simple black dress with light makeup on her face. Her auburn hair hung down smoothly, adding a look of haggardness and sadness.
Charming. Judging from her appearance, Dulan couldn't connect this woman with the leader of the black people.
However, his investigative skills told him that this seemingly weak woman actually had the same strength as Rudy, and was roughly at the peak of gold. Her profession was unpredictable to Duran. She was definitely not an assassin, but she wasn't either.
Like an ordinary spell caster, not a warlock.
Dulan smiled and replied: "Very good, I like this place."
"That's good." Sinclair blinked: "Actually, I have been busy with some things these days, so I haven't had time to talk to you. I hope you can forgive me."
Duran shrugged. It was obvious that there should have been a conversation between Sinclair and Rudy. The two people probably reached some agreement, so this time the meeting with Duran was all between Sinclair and Duran.
chat.
"If the hard one doesn't work, how about the soft one?" Dulan sneered in his heart, "I refuse to take the hard one. I will decide the position of the leader of the black people!"
If it were for any other position, Dulan would not bother to compete, but this position was passed on to him by his teacher, so he must firmly defend his power!
"Oh? If you two leaders have anything to say, you can tell me. The teacher once told me when he was dying. If you wear the thorn bird ring, you will be one of the leaders of the black people. The rest of the matters will be handled by you two and
I made it clear." Du Lan was heartbroken and simply said it, wanting to see the two people's reactions.
Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, Sinclair and Rudy both had ugly expressions on their faces, and the latter even tended to become furious.
"Dulan, it's not that we want to deprive you of your rights. Since you are Qiu's disciple, you naturally have the right to become the leader of the black people." Sinclair considered the words and said gently: "Since you are with us
It’s a showdown, we might as well be more relaxed.”
"I learned from Kate that you are not yet sixteen years old this year. How about this? From today on, you are one of the official members of the Black Clothes, but no one can order you. You are completely free; and when you wait
How about letting you inherit Qiu's position when you are twenty years old?"
Sinclair felt that this plan was the safest. She discussed it with Rudy several times, and the latter also felt that this arrangement was acceptable. After all, Duran had just arrived, and who knew how much he weighed. And a few years later, the boy
Everything will be revealed in front of them, and they must already have an answer in their hearts whether they are capable of being the leader of the black-clothed people.
She thought that if she said this, Dulan would definitely agree, but who knew that the young man still shook his head and refused.
Sinclair's face immediately turned cold: "Dulan, what do you mean?"
Dulan said simply: "I have no interest in waiting until four years later. If the two leaders doubt my ability or even my origins, they can use various methods to test me, and I will fully cooperate."
The atmosphere between the two parties immediately became tense.
Sinclair's chest rose and fell violently, and her expression began to look bad. The woman glared at Duran fiercely, seemingly annoyed that the latter rejected her proposal.
The two sides were in a stalemate for a long time, and it was Rudy who was the first to break the deadlock.
The man suddenly sneered and said: "Sinclaire, I have long said that your efforts are in vain. This boy is determined to inherit Qiu's position now, but Qiu's thorn bird ring is in his hand again, and Kate and Lannon's
That boy also witnessed Qiu imparting the ring to him, so it makes no sense not to let him become the leader."
Sinclair snorted angrily.
Dulan was slightly surprised. What did Rudy mean by this? Did he change his gender to prepare himself to inherit the position of teacher?
Rudy glared at Duran: "You want to be the leader, no problem. You have the qualifications, but I doubt whether you have the ability."
"So a test is necessary. In this test, I will not send anyone to help you - if I find that you have relied on the power of Sanzhen or other people in black during the mission, then you will have completed the test
It’s also considered invalid, do you accept it?”
"Accept." Duran said simply. He had already made a decision in his heart. No matter how difficult Rudy's test was, he would try his best to complete it.
A rare look of appreciation flashed across Rudy's face. In his opinion, although Duran was a little arrogant, he still had merit in some places. At least as a man, Duran was much better than
The official members of the Black Clothes are much more decisive, and of course, more paranoid.
The latter is what gives Rudy a big headache - how could he safely hand over the position of one of the leaders in black to a sixteen-year-old boy?!
So he frowned and told the content of the test:
"There is a swampy woodland to the west of the third town. Recently, a nest of wyverns has spawned in it. There are about four or five of them. Your mission is to completely eradicate this nest - within half a month."
