Chapter 82 Was the serial number of the previous chapter wrong?
The atmosphere in Chatoli Manor was particularly solemn, and even the wind had a bit of a cold flavor.
Because Xino wanted to see Ringer by name, the young man followed the knight named Worzel and rushed to the cemetery of the Gustave family. The others temporarily went to the living room of the mansion to wait.
On the way, Ringer also saw the figures of other knights. They were all walking in a hurry, and their brows could not hide the look of pain and sorrow. And without exception, these knights all had a black gauze tied on their arms, as if they were mourning someone.
A lost soul.
Were there any casualties in the battle with the beast?
This was Ringer's first reaction, but then he remembered that Xino was fighting alone, and the knights of the Goldstaff family were staying outside the battlefield due to the Lord's order. Logically speaking, they should be very safe.
right.
What exactly is going on?
The young knight named Worzel didn't mean to explain. He just followed the eldest lady's instructions and silently led Ringer to the cemetery. The footsteps of the two of them stepped on the stone slabs of the avenue one after another, making an empty sound.
The echo spread far away in the bleak wind. Such a strange silence lasted for several minutes. After all, Lin Ge couldn't ignore the ominous premonition that was vaguely beating in his heart, and asked: "What happened?
, Mr. Worzel?”
The knight's footsteps suddenly stopped. At this time, a withered yellow leaf slowly fell from the sycamore branch, swirling in the air like a broken butterfly, and landed so quietly on his shoulder. Woze
With your back to Ringer, a low and slightly trembling voice came: "The eldest lady said that there is no need to hide anything from you."
"The master is gone." He then said: "He has returned to the sunless sea in the sky."
Lin Ge was still a little confused when he heard the previous sentence. After hearing it, his face changed slightly and he showed an expression of disbelief: "How..."
How can it be?
It was clear that not long ago, Linger entrusted Rorona to refine the potion and healed his old injuries. Logically speaking, there should be no danger of life. Why did he die so suddenly?
No, maybe not suddenly.
At this moment, the young man suddenly remembered what Rorona once said. After contacting the old family owner, Mr. Van Yundru, she once told herself: "There is nothing wrong with his body, but his mental state is very weak. This is
It is said that people are still alive, but their hearts are dead."
At that time, Ringer was still puzzled as to why the head of the old family had a death wish. Later, he couldn't figure it out. He just thought it was a common characteristic of the elderly. After getting older and seeing the world, they often lose interest in life and no longer have the same attitude as before.
It is normal to have high energy.
Who would have thought that he would pass away so suddenly, and he died at the moment when Xino destroyed the synthetic monster Chimera, and the long-cherished wish of the Gustave family finally came to an end. This must have been a terrible time for the victorious girl.
A heavy blow, right? However, looking at it from another perspective, maybe it is precisely because she has fulfilled her long-cherished wish and is no longer tied to her obsession that the elderly Van Indru Jean Goldstaff can leave with such peace of mind?
He has done all the things he should do in this world, so he can naturally leave with peace of mind and no longer be fettered by the complicated world.
But for people who are still alive, it seems a bit cruel.
Ringer was silent. He saw the back of the young knight in front of him trembling slightly, as if the dead leaf falling on his shoulder had a huge weight, enough to crush a monster in the face of terror.
A fearless soul. He knew very well how heavy the weight of the old head of the Goldstaff family was in the hearts of these knights. It would not be an exaggeration to call him a spiritual pillar, so he did not know what words to use to comfort and silence.
After a long time, he said: "I guess he left without any regrets."
These words seemed to have a magical power, causing the young knight's back to stop trembling, and his originally slumped back straightened unconsciously. He recalled the scene at that time, when he found that the life of the old family master was already in ruins.
When the candle was extinguished quietly like a candle, all the feeling of victory disappeared. Among the emotions mixed with shock, confusion, pain and loss of consciousness, only the expression of the old man in the wheelchair was peaceful, as calm as if he was just sleeping. Soon
Then he would wake up, look at everyone with his gentle yet stern eyes, and say: "You are the knights of the Goldstaff family and the glorious followers of the white thorn flower flag. At this moment of victory,
You should be holding your head high, why should you be so sad?"
That's right, the knights of the Goldstaff family will never be overwhelmed by sorrow.
"The master passed away with a smile."
Worzel suddenly said, reaching out his hand and gently brushing away the dead leaves on his shoulders. The late summer wind passed through the long and empty avenue, causing a soft rustling sound under the trees. This sudden wind blew up
Among all the fallen leaves on the road, the dead leaf that was brushed off by the knight was among them. They were flying messily in the sky, and then fell one after another. The sound of clattering was like a desolate autumn rain.
The late summer and early autumn are indeed a sad season. Looking at the rain in the sky, Ringer couldn't help but think. The strange thing is that none of these falling raindrops fell on the two of them, as if they had passed over the branches.
The darkness between the branches and leaves has returned to dust and mud.
"time to go."
When the rain stopped, Worzel said: "The eldest lady has been waiting for us for a long time."
Lin Ge nodded slightly, so the two of them stepped forward, one after the other, across the blanket of fallen leaves on the street. The sound of footsteps gradually moved away along with the sound of trampled sycamore leaves. They remained silent all the way, as if the conversation just now had never stopped.
Never happened.
…
If it hadn't been for today's incident, Ringer would never have had the chance to know that there was a small cemetery hidden in the depths of Chatoli Manor. It was hidden in a dense cypress forest, and one had to bypass the garden from the atrium of the manor.
The cloister and side building can only be reached by walking through a quiet forest path. The remote location and long time no one visits make this place accumulate an atmosphere far away from the dust and smoke. The environment is quiet and quiet, and even the slightest movement of leaves falling to the ground will create an open space.
Echoes, not to mention the chorus of birds chirping on the branches.
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The chirping of human beings has not stopped since entering the forest, but surprisingly it does not seem noisy. On the contrary, it is like an elven poem echoing in the wilderness mountains, suddenly arousing a feeling deep in my heart.
A more lonely tranquility.
"The last time I came here," Worzel, who was walking in front, suddenly said, "it was at Lord Leonard's funeral. The birds were singing the same way they are now. I know that in the Grindelwald area, there are
Many people think Lord Leonard is a lunatic and call him a bigot, but anyone from the small town of Regram would never say that. It was because of his encouragement that I decided to become a knight.
"
After saying that, he stopped and saw a half-open iron door in front of him. There was still a key inserted in the rusted keyhole. It seemed that the person who came was too anxious and forgot to remove it after opening the door.
"We're here." Worzel took two steps back and cleared the way: "The eldest lady is inside, please come in, Mr. Ringer. By the way-"
As if he remembered something important, he said word by word: "Although it is a bit rude to say this, I still want to remind you: the young lady does not need any comfort."
Whether it was the old housekeeper who watched her grow up and regarded her as a relative, or they were loyal knights, after what happened, they always just stayed with the eldest lady silently and did what they could for her. No one ever tried to
Comfort her, because they all know how strong the eldest daughter of the Goldstaff family is.
Ringer glanced at the young knight and did not answer directly, but said: "That's good."
"I'm not good at comforting others either."
After saying that, he pushed open the ajar iron door and walked into the cemetery. Worzel watched from the outside as his back gradually disappeared into the depths of the trees. He turned and left only when he could no longer hear the footsteps.
…
The cemetery of the Gustave family is not large. Although it is a cemetery for nobles, it is far different in scale. If the tombstones seen along the way were not engraved with famous names, the young man would have thought that he had entered Suzhou by mistake.
In which public cemetery in the city of Mia?
Deep in the cemetery, Ringer saw the figure of the old butler Weber. He looked extremely solemn in a black tuxedo and held a bouquet of pure white white thorns in his arms. It was different from the tulips or white lilies in ordinary funeral ceremonies.
People with the blood of Gustave will only use this flower as a memorial after their death, which seems to indicate that their lives are like the beautiful white thorn flower, which blooms in midsummer and withers at the end of summer.
Xino's figure stood quietly in front of a tombstone. She had taken off her knight's armor and put on a white long dress. She also had a black gauze tied on her arm. Looking from a distance, her back was lonely and thin. The girl
He seemed to be so lost in thought that he didn't hear the footsteps coming from behind. Ringer didn't care. He walked up to the old butler Weber, who handed him the bouquet of white thorns in his hand. The young man nodded and took it, and then from Xi'an.
He walked past Nuo, knelt on one knee and laid a bouquet of flowers in front of the monument, closed his eyes and observed silence for a while, offering a ray of sorrow for this respectable old man.
When he opened his eyes, he noticed that the gray-white tombstone did not seem to be newly cast. In other words, had the elderly Vandrew Jean Goldstaff actually started preparing for his funeral a long time ago?
The young man stood up, and then the girl next to him spoke, confirming his suspicion: "A long time ago, probably before I went to college, my grandfather once told me that after his death, there was no need for a grand funeral.
All he needs is a tomb, a tombstone, and three or five relatives and friends to present him with bouquets. Maybe he has actually left since then, and it is just that the undead have no concept of time, so he is still stranded in the world.
Long years.”
Young Hino Jean Goldstaff did not realize at the time that this was not an old man's accidental emotion after seeing through the chaotic world, but a prophecy accurate to time, place and even scene, even among the Morya people.
Even the best witches who are good at divination can't compete with him, so that when she stands here today, she can't help but recall the scene at that time, and realizes in a daze that time has never moved forward, but it has not gone backwards either.
Ringer thus thought of his adoptive father, Mr. Yang Ke. When he told himself the motto "Don't hurt others, and don't hurt yourself," did he have a premonition that one day in the future he would die of a trivial malice?
?It is a common thing in the world for good intentions to be repaid with malice. It is impossible for an adoptive father who has traveled around the world and has rich experience not to know this, but he still chose this path. This means that some people clearly saw it.
You will never be afraid of your own death, right?
Ringer could sometimes understand this feeling, but occasionally felt confused. Life and death have always been the most complex propositions in the world, and even the greatest philosophers cannot explain them clearly.
The young man could only reply: "Mr. Van Yandru was a respectable elder. I feel very sorry for his death."
Xino turned to look at him and said in a calm tone: "You don't need to feel sorry, Mr. Ringer. This is a choice he insists on, and at the same time, it is also my responsibility."
Xino's responsibility?
Is this girl going to blame herself for the death of others, just like Claire's death? Ringer frowned slightly, and was about to say something to comfort her, but suddenly he was stunned and couldn't say it, because
He remembered the conversation outside the cemetery just now——
"Miss, you don't need any comfort."
"That's good, I'm not good at comforting others either."
All words spoken will eventually come back in another form, just faster or slower. Linge shook his head slightly, swallowed all the comforting words back into his stomach, and quietly waited for Xino's next words.
Xino withdrew his gaze and said: "The reason why I said this is naturally for a reason, and it is related to something that you have always been interested in. Mr. Ringer, when you saw it with your own eyes through that magical alchemy tool,
Doubts have arisen during my battle, and now is the opportunity, will you ask them out?"
Something you've always been interested in?
Ringer's reaction was quick and without thinking: "About your royal power?"
"That's right."
Not sure if it was an illusion, Lin Ge seemed to hear Xino chuckle, with a bit of disappointment and self-deprecation in the laughter, but when he looked back, he found that the girl did not show any expression, she just lowered her head silently.
, staring at his hands folded on his lower abdomen. Those soft and slender palms were wrapped in white silk gloves. There were hollow patterns on the gloves, which looked solemn and elegant. It was hard to imagine that they had once held a knight's gun tightly.
Blade, killed a terrible monster.
"Actually, I have known for a long time that these hands hold some kind of special power."
The girl's voice floated like snowflakes, murmuring and dissipating at the touch: "That kind of power is exactly the reason why my grandfather has high hopes for me. It is not a powerful magic, it is not a talent's potential, or it is not even anything that can be scientifically
Or things explained from a mysterious perspective, but the purest, most direct, and most unquestionable——"
"victory."
Therefore, if you really regard me as a member of the Maiden Queen, a great being who has mastered the laws of creation since the beginning of the universe, then perhaps you should call me: Victory King, Hino Jean Goldstaff.