"Bring the young master in quickly! Damn it, do you all want to die?" A man hurriedly climbed out of the carriage and scolded in a sharp voice.
Hearing this, the servants who were still bowing began to get busy. But if someone observes carefully, they will find a hint of gloating on everyone's face.
The Marquis is a great nobleman that no one can ignore in the ancient city of Augu, or even in any principality. His power cannot be said to cover the sky with one hand, but he is also distinguished and noble.
And this young man, the only son of a marquis, was lying on an extremely luxurious wooden bed at the moment. His expression looked extremely painful, and blood was constantly oozing from his bloody chest.
Medical officers who have been raising him for many years are surrounding the boy. One is cleaning the dirt on the boy's body, another is crushing and grinding the herbs, and the other is silent all the time.
The Marquis and his wife stood at the door. Although they could easily go in and out of anywhere with their identities, they did not dare to take a step forward now. This was because the people in the room were their only flesh and blood.
As for the personal servant, he was hanging in the backyard at the moment, squealing like a pig waiting to be slaughtered. However, his fate rested entirely on the young man.
Time passed by minute by second, and this kind of suffering may only be felt by the person involved. The wife was sitting on the chair at this time, with tears streaming down her face like a chicken. But the old Marquis remained standing still, with a pair of tiger eyes.
Staring at the closed door.
The first ray of morning light at dawn lit up Aogu City, and the medical officers filed out, all shaking their heads and sighing. As for the leader, he walked up to the old Marquis.
"Sir, we have tried our best. Unless we can get the world tree sap of the elves now, the young master will not survive today." Although this man bowed, his expression did not show much awe.
"Thank you for your hard work. This is his life, and it is the will of the gods. I accept it happily." The old Marquis swayed when he heard this and almost collapsed to the ground.
"No! My son, my only son! You can't die like this! No! No!" The Marquis's wife yelled a few times like crazy, but then she fainted.
In the room, the old earl sat quietly next to his son. He held the young hands and wet the bed sheets with two lines of tears. The young man opened his eyes as if he was having a flashback and stared at his father silently.<
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"You have been injected with the secret medicine of the trolls. Within one hour, you can say whatever you want to say." The old count wiped away his tears and lit a cigar.
"I'm sorry, I have always been a loser. I can neither learn magic nor cultivate fighting spirit." The young man smiled and said what he had been holding in his heart for many years.
"I just hope that you and your mother can have another heir, otherwise no one will inherit your title in the future, and the entire family will decline because of this." The young man continued.
An hour passed like a passing cloud. The young man finally closed his eyes, and the old Marquis's cigar burned out. He never thought that he would have such a day, let alone that he would give a man with white hair to a man with black hair.
Anger sometimes not only manifests as hysteria, but extreme anger is also a kind of cold violence suspended in silence. At this moment, there is a person standing next to the old Marquis, a person whose whole body exudes the aura of blood...
Rikka rarely carried a cloth bag today because it was an agreement between her and the beasts, specifically a gift for the bears. Her favorite was those fluffy bear cubs, so she made them with her own hands.
Pastries.
Through her conversation with Boom last night, she faced up to her own shortcomings, but more importantly, it was the tenderness with her brother. She could never change this annoying problem, let alone change it.
After thinking about it, she walked out of the black market and headed towards the city gate as usual. However, a group of mercenaries suddenly rushed behind her, and the leader had a ferocious face and murderous intent.
Walking on the Miracle Plain, Rikka gradually frowned. Because the lions that were supposed to be sleeping in were missing, and even the silly buffaloes were gone.
A very bad feeling lingered in her heart. She gradually quickened her pace, and her eyes became cold and stern. I hope everyone is safe. After getting along with each other for many days, Rikka has become as close as brothers to the beasts.
But the worst case scenario has already occurred, and Rikka is currently lying on the back slope of a small hill, staring expressionlessly at the humans not far away.
Killing! Endless killing! Each bear was disemboweled by the mercenaries, and its skins were spread out on the Miracle Plain. She recognized the leader, who was clearly the ugly man who passed her by in the morning. p>
A dozen mercenaries with superb martial arts skills combined into a tireless meat grinder to kill all the bears within hundreds of miles of the Miracle Plain.
Throughout the day, Rikka followed him quietly. It wasn't that she didn't want to stop him, but her ears were always filled with Boom's warning, "Everyone is mortal, and everything should be turned a blind eye."
The setting sun dyed everything red, but it could not hide those scarlet eyes. The dark night sky was ethereal and vast, but it could not contain Rikka's petite figure.
The last bear cub was pierced through the heart by the mercenary, and slowly collapsed like a broken doll. The joking laughter echoed in the Miracle Plains, and the hands that had long been transformed into short blades were trembling slightly.
There were still cakes wrapped in the cloth bag behind him, but now there was no one to send them to. The moonlight stopped all the killings, the mercenaries turned back and left, and Rikka slowly stood up.
And at the foot of the hill where it left, a pack of pastries with body temperature was cooling rapidly, and eventually turned into leftovers. This would save insects and ants that came out at night, and even jackals that had been hiding all day. p>
The leather boots were soaked with countless blood, and the strong smell of blood floated in the air. The first rain came quietly, washing away all the sins, but in the end it condensed into clouds of blood mist.
Go home! Rikka just wants to go home now, but her home is wherever her home is. She instinctively walked towards Ogu City, as if she was a corpse with its soul removed.
The familiar city gate is like a bear's mouth, the familiar bluestone road is like a bear's paw, and a person is standing at the entrance of the familiar black market.
However, Rikka kept her head lowered and slowly passed by her. The other party was a little surprised when she saw this, but she hurriedly followed her, her expression showing some doubts.
Pushing open the courtyard door and walking into the attic. Rikka, covered in dirt, lay down on her bed and slowly closed her eyes. She had seen too many things that she shouldn't have seen today and witnessed too many tragic scenes. Now,
She just wants to go to sleep quickly, maybe when she wakes up tomorrow, all this is just a nightmare.
The familiar smell, the familiar body temperature. The nerves that have been tense all day are gradually relieved, and the hand on my forehead is so warm and reassuring.
Boom frowned at this moment. Although he didn't know what Rikka had gone through today, the way he acted seemed to be a person who wanted to die without any love.
He didn't ask, or even said a word from beginning to end. Because in this situation, the only thing he could do was to stay with the other person. As for when the other person can recover, it depends on how long it takes.
Get out of the haze.
The heavy curtains cut off the sunlight. Rikka fell asleep at some point, but Boom kept staring. He didn't want to sleep, let alone couldn't sleep. His sister's temperament suddenly changed, but as his brother, he didn't know it.
.A feeling of guilt filled my body. Maybe I shouldn’t practice all day long and should occasionally spend time with my family.