Flattered, thank you to cousin Qinghe, and continue to write glory.

Lowliness is to serve the noble, this is the eternal dark rule, after all, dignity is such a thing, sometimes it is really not as important as a piece of bread.

The town of Miral belongs to one of those forgotten corners, it has nothing to show for it, perhaps because there is more mediocrity than wisdom, and people are only sensitive to what affects them, and curious about what happens around them.

The land that has not been affected by war will always be the lucky one in the world, because war is ruthless, it has become a part of people's existence, and it is a sword in the hands of the powerful.

Civilians shy away from war, even scoffing at it, but have to face it.

The bones of those buried under the earth silently tell of their innocence, and if sin requires a ceremony, then these dead are the sad sacrifices.

It seems that in the land of Gzwalk, everyone has the potential to become a bard, and the non-talkative Murdain actually plays this role.

It was evident that he was doing a good job, and even Hera's attention was so drawn to what he was saying that she did not notice that the glass was full.

"I went back to that valley and talked a lot with my wife and daughter, and it took a few days to plant the valley full of tulips, which I believe will be called the Valley of Tulips next year. ”

The story of the Bard of Murdain was finished, and he returned to the topic, with a constant look of happiness on his face.

"I'm glad for you, and if you can, give everything I have, and make it your territory, because only you are entitled to it. Roque gave a promise sincerely.

"Thank you, my lord, as you said, people have hope only when they live, but if they abandon hope, it is equivalent to having no soul in the shell, and that valley is both hope and my soul for me. ”

"Yes, your salvation is in that valley. Roque looked gentle and nodded slightly.

"Sorry, I'm distracted, and the wine is spilling. Hera said apologetically.

"It's a pity that these wines should go into people's stomachs. Murdan commented with a smile.

"Luckily I'm not an alcoholic, otherwise it would have been heartbreaking. Roque smiled, and then he looked at Murdan, with a solemn look.

"I'm sorry to tell you, Murdan, I don't think you'll ever see that medal again, I've lost it. ”

"Don't worry about it, only knights need medals, and I don't think I'll be able to use him anymore. Murdan preached euphemistically.

After listening to the other party's words, Roque was thoughtful and did not speak, but a look of worry flashed in Hera's eyes not far away.

"I don't know if my guess is wrong, Murdan, I feel like something is wrong with your body. ”

Normally, this sentence is very rude, but Roque said it very seriously, maybe he himself has not even figured out why he has such an idea.

"Yes, that's the price to pay. ”

Murdan's face was calm, he stood up, took off his shirt, his bronzed body looked very strong, and there were healing scars everywhere, which was a testament to his honor.

To Roque's surprise, there were two strange lines on Murdan's chest, and for a moment, he felt that these two lines were alive.

Knock, knock, knock.

"This?" Roque's pupils contracted.

"Why is this happening!" Hera exclaimed, covering her mouth, as if she knew the lines.

"As you can see, it's a curse, a gift from my dead great. Murdan said calmly.

"It's terrible, Mr. Muldan, what a strong willpower it takes to withstand its torment. Hera said tremblingly.

"Is there any way to get rid of it?" Roque looked solemn, cursing this kind of thing is taboo in Gzwalk, and it is the source of sin.

"Go back to that time, go back to that place, take the sword in your hand, and cut your own heart. ”

Murdan replied in a strange voice, however, that these words were spoken in a strange voice.

"Witch Language!"

After Hera said these two words, her face became a little gloomy, and she couldn't help but tremble for a while.

"My lord, this is the method they taught me. Murdan explained.

"They?" Roque blurted out in surprise.

"Yes, wizard. ”

"How is this possible, what the hell are these guys thinking. Roque's mood fluctuated violently, and he couldn't agree with such an approach.

"Maybe only they know, don't worry, my lord, I'm fine for the time being. ”

"Murdan, tell me honestly, how much time do you have left?" Roque looked serious.

"Five years. Murdane took a soft sip of his wine, knowing he couldn't hide it from the other party.

"Don't worry, Murdan, you've been around for more than five years, and while I can't deal with this damn curse, I know that there's a thing in the world called the Life-Sharing Contract, as long as you find a wizard and buy a scroll. ”

"My lord, this will not work!"

"Don't reject me, Murdan, that's my bottom line, and besides, I'm young and have a long life to support me to squander once. Roque warned.

Grunt.

Murdan did not speak, his expression was extremely moved, and he poured the wine into his stomach frantically, silently acknowledging this kindness.

Compared to the coziness of the Goblin Tavern, the small town of Miral is not in a good situation, and its theme today is listlessness.

Although the swordsman's body had been disposed of, the imprint on people's memories could not be erased, and the nobles and wealthy feared that death would come knocking on their doors.

They care so much about their own lives that they look at things with a mentality of all grass and trees.

Seth Blackbrath has a good saying that most of the people here are mediocre, and they probably don't understand what life is for, which is a great irony.

Last night's defeat had caused heavy losses to the Black Thorn Manor, and in the morning, several of the servants who had been disadvantaged were executed by Leef, and of course, it was Seth who gave the order.

Maybe he felt that he was going to be finished, so he tried his best to vent his unwillingness.

Airplanes.

"Boom!"

An uneasy laugh echoed through the bedroom, and Seth sat stiffly in his chair, strangely enough, his appearance was somewhat scary, his protruding eyeballs were wrapped in a white membrane, his skin turned dark blue, and his body was filled with a foul smell.

"Humble reptile, I have given you trust, and you have rewarded me with such results. ”

Click.

Seth, who looked like a wood carving, didn't respond, but at this moment, his clothes were unexpectedly spread out automatically, and in the middle of his chest, a palm-sized puppet slowly stood up.

At this time, Seth's hideous appearance was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Hehe, your gift is truly glorious. ”

"Haven't you always wanted to get your hands on the Black Thorn Manor? ”

"Yes, but I have become your tool, and it is ridiculous to think about it, how can I be so low, I respect my brother very much, really, he has always protected me and cared for me since I was a child. ”

"Since when did I become like this, haha. Seth laughed, tears streaming quietly from the corners of his eyes.

"You've gained a lot more than you have lost, but now it looks like you're about to give up. ”

"Haha, I just want to die now, I'm going to hell to confess, bastard, come on, kill me!" Seth roared as he single-handedly picked up the doll.

Poof!

Scarlet blood splattered, and Seth threw the doll to the ground fiercely, his chest blurred and shocking.

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