"He is actually willing to be a turtle. It seems that he has changed a lot after such a long time. Take me to see him quickly. I can already feel the aura of old age."
Not knowing what to say, Graf could only invite people into the house in the courtyard in a polite manner.
Since their ancestors were severely injured by outsiders and pagans decades ago, they have not been here again, but have been recuperating in the cemetery below. This is the first time that their descendants have felt the obvious overflow of aura.
After entering the door, the gray-haired old man sitting inside wanted to get up from his seat to salute. After trying for a while, he found that he couldn't stand up, and then he asked intermittently for forgiveness for his rudeness.
"My name is Kerns Tillings, welcome to you. Sorry, I really can't stand up."
"Just stay well and don't be so persistent. Angelica, stay here and wait for me to come back."
"Okay~
Angelica, who responded in a low voice, found that Hermione had disappeared in the blink of an eye, and she, Kerns, and Graf were the only three people in the room.
"Guest, please come with me. I see you are quite tired. Take a shower, change clothes and rest."
Graf was still enthusiastic and saw Angelika's troubles and took her to change and eat. It was not convenient for outsiders to come in here in the old house, so the family arranged for her, a junior, to take care of it.
"Sorry to trouble you, thank you."
In the cemetery below, Hermione stepped through the mirror in the basement and was reflected on the water space filled with candlelight.
There was a black coffin with complicated patterns in the middle. It was not covered but stood on its side. Invisible threads appeared from all around like spider webs and converged on the skinny and skeletal man inside.
"You see the joke, Evana. After so many years, you are still so young and beautiful. Have you got a family?"
"What do you think? But you have been alive for so many years, and your descendants don't even know how many generations it has been passed down, and you are still alive in the world."
Hermione's words almost made the person inside the coffin cough several times.
"After all, you are a ferryman, so it is normal for you to live a long life. It seems that you are still so carefree. Being able to come to see me proves that you still have some feelings. As your solid friend, I have been telling the younger generations about the time when you and I wandered around the South.
The story of mainland China. You have to thank me."
"Am I going to give my life to satisfy your pursuit back then?" Hermione sighed and felt happy when she saw the skinny old friend inside. It would be better if she lived to speak.
"This is the best, but this is impossible. I didn't impress you when I was so high-spirited, let alone now. Later, I married a princess from a country near Ge, but unfortunately she was an ordinary person and died of old age.
Time has passed."
The man in the coffin sounded nostalgic, helpless and relieved. He hadn't had such violent emotional fluctuations for a long time. "She is also a beauty, no worse than you. Of course, some of the changes brought about by your characteristics will be subtracted. Otherwise, there is no need to compare."
Hermione also showed her complete face, and the hanging black veil was rolled back to the brim of her top hat to become a decoration.
The pure light blue pupils, the smile towards acquaintances, the youthful and beautiful face and the enthusiastic red hair have not changed at all, just like when they first met.
The man in the coffin looked at it for a long time before sighing. It was still the same as before, but unfortunately both the outside and himself had changed.
"Have you gotten rid of the problem of the original witch? I'm sorry that I couldn't help you at that time."
"It's not like I'm free. I'm not much better now, but I've found a supporter."
"That's good. With the protection of the gods, you don't have to worry too much. Since His Majesty's death, our family has been getting worse day by day, and in the end we have ended up like this."
"Let me help you. You can change things if they need to."
The translucent ice mirror levitated and reflected the person inside the coffin, taking away the tyrannical and corrosive darkness, making the person in the coffin feel much more relaxed, and his voice became much lighter when he spoke.
"It's good to maintain it this way. I've become accustomed to it over the years. Have you joined a righteous church or returned to your hometown?"
"My family is gone and I have not returned. I joined the newly emerged Church of the Fool, and the righteous god protected me."
"This church has been developing very quickly here recently. I heard about it in my sleep, which is good...
The man in the coffin was silent for a while after saying this. He didn't know how to comfort his friend with the previous words. Those calm words made it impossible to express the sadness.
"I didn't expect it to be the same cruelty everywhere, with such strong people..., my condolences. No one has a choice."
"I will handle this myself. It seems that you are very happy to have enjoyed the blessing of a family for more than a thousand years."
Hermione avoided this topic and chatted with Vernut about some topics they had not seen for a long time, and asked about the whereabouts of the materials she had been looking for before.
"Are you going to the Yiyanpu Plateau? There is already a lot of chaos there. Our family is not willing to go to those places to do business. They are just a bunch of uncivilized barbarians. In other words, they have degenerated."
"There's nothing you can do! Don't worry too much. I can at least protect myself."
"I think you are someone very important to you. We have the heart crystal of the Broken Tail Lizard at home. Just come back and get it when the time comes. As a reward for helping me remove some of the root causes of my disease this time."
Vernat explained the reason. The Tillings family had become something like a secret organization, and many important things had been transferred to the family secret place in the ancient forest.
It takes some time to pass the message back and forth, so I won’t disturb her and continue on her way. We’ll talk about it later.
"You never let yourself suffer in words, right? Why don't you give it to me?"
"That's how I am. It's just my personality. It's a pity that I can't come out and continue to play with you."
"Take good care of your descendants."
Hermione sat on the condensed ice chair. She happened to have some questions to ask, and the person in front of her would probably keep them a secret.
"Wernut, how did you fall in love with your wife in the first place, and what was it like?"
Her words left the man in the coffin silent for a long time, and his mood swings became somewhat intense.
"Who are you with? Are you feeling lonely and looking for a partner? Or are you looking for something new?"
"You should know how special our family is when I was still at home. I didn't expect that she would be so persistent, and eventually turned into an evil spirit and wanted to stay."
After saying this, Hermione unnaturally pinched her fingers on her thighs, feeling like she was afraid of being laughed at if she told her secret.
"I thought you were enlightened, but I didn't expect this. But it's true that you have let me down. I don't think it's okay. You can just accept it. Anyway, there is no gender now, so why do you care so much!"
The man in the coffin breathed a sigh of relief and quickly came up with the idea of watching the fun. At least he didn't fail back then, and he still does now.
"Believe it or not, I'm going to beat you up and give you some normal advice." After saying a few words in anger, Hermione also felt complicated. "It was indeed me who harmed her. She should have her own life."
