'What do you want to know, or do you want me to say something, son of Su, time is running out for you and me, for I have become accustomed to hearing the whispers of evil gods to me all the time since the return of strangers like you. Liberius sighed at Marceau.

"My father...... Do you remember what kind of person my father was? Marceau asked the first question.

For Marceau, this is a problem that has plagued the cat cub for two lifetimes, the last life until he was bombed back five years ago, the cat cub has not been able to get any news about his father, no news, no portrait, there seems to be no news about him in the whole game, and Marceau was the second kitten ...... who did not choose blood inheritance.

Now, Marceau, who was able to live again and chose to inherit by blood, felt that he should find out what kind of person his father was...... At the very least, information about his appearance and personality should be obtained.

'Do you want to see your father?' Liberius asked.

"I don't want to see each other, I just want peace of mind, I ...... Never met him. Marceau told the truth.

Liberius pondered in silence, and finally the indomitable man with a white soul fire burning in his eye socket nodded: "You are only physically similar to your father, and you are more like your mother...... And your father, I'm sorry, I don't remember him at all, I met Marando Moran and Tataran Talan a few years ago, and they don't seem to remember who your father ....... At this point, Liberius grinned, and the undead seemed to be laughing, but Marceau thought it was more ugly to laugh than to cry: "You have a wonderful father." ”

"It should be deleted, which will delete the storyline owned by this account. Long said in the squad channel.

This explanation does make sense, but Marceau still doesn't understand: "Why do you remember my father?" ”

Actually, I don't remember your father at all. But there's one thing that reminds me of him again...... My nephew, give that gold coin to Marceau. Riberius said, turning to look at his nephew, Leonard.

So Leonard walked over to the side of the small cabinet and pulled out a small box and threw it directly to Marceau.

The kitten caught the flying box, opened it, and then took out the ancient gold coin of the Second Dynasty of Ashubi, and the kitten put the gold coin in his palm: "What do you mean?" The gold in your hand reminds you of my father?"

'No, it's just a necessity to break the curse for you, and it's the weapon that reminds me of your father...... My nephew, take it. ’

So Leonard pulled out a short sword from the cupboard, and the weapon wrapped in a leather scabbard had a metal handle, which by its size should have been used by a kitten-man - if it was a big man, the hilt would be too short, but if it was a small thing like a prairie elf. The hilt of the sword is too long again.

This time, instead of throwing the weapon over like he did with the gold coin, Leonard handed it directly to the kitten.

As soon as Marceau took the short sword, its attributes appeared in front of the kitten.

Sophie love

Item Type: Gladius

Item Level: Heirloom Weapon

Item Faction: Kindness

Attack Type: Piercing/Slashing

Required attributes: Strength 8/Agility 14

DAMAGE: 2-12 (2D6)

Sharpness: 8

Bash Range: 17-20

Bash Damage: x3

Weapon Sword Body Message (Explanation in yellow): 'Ella, my dear, this is a small gift for you, I hope you will like it-Sophie. ’

Weapon Attributes: +1 for all Shaman's Damage spells, +1 for all Shaman's healing spells

Weapon Effects: Never Lost. Never drop, never break.

Weapon weight: 3 pounds

Weapon Material: 100% Mogus Arcane Steel

"I want to know...... Is my father's name Ella......" Marceau looked at the dagger in his hand. As if talking to himself, as if he was asking Riberius.

No, I only remember his name...... Sorry, I can't really remember his real name. There seemed to be some regret in the voice of Riberius's soul: "After being cursed, many of my memories have been missing, and even the reason why I possessed this weapon has been forgotten...... Or my nephew found it from the old house. I just remembered about your father. ’

Marceau understood - it was after the end of the fourth opening that his father chose to delete the account instead of escrow, so the vast majority of NPCs and players, including Riberius, were forced to erase their memories of their father.

But the dagger wasn't removed, and although Marceau thought it was strange, it just existed. Eventually, Liberius regains some of the broken memories of Marceau's father.

"I found this weapon from a wooden crate in the old mansion, which was a hiding place for my uncle and them, so I think it's very likely that someone else kept this weapon in the wooden crate. Leonard's words made Marceau more sure of his judgment.

'Well, that's all I have for your father's memory, Marceau, I've given you the blood money in my hand......" Liberius looked at Marceau and said, "You must find someone else to explain the situation, and return the blood money to the treasure in our hiding place on our behalf, and break the curse on us." ’

"This is my responsibility and my obligation, and you can rest assured of that. Marceau nodded vigorously: 'Mr. Riberius, the halfling said a lot about you when he introduced you...... I would like to ask why you became my mother's boatswain. ’

‘…… The Guerrilla Knights Council feels that your mother is too dangerous, and the Maharaja of the Stormy Sea needs at least one of the Guerrilla Knights' sunken fish...... That's why I became a traitor. Riberius smiled at Marceau: "I've forgotten who I am for so many years...... I, I feel...... Something ......is bad,' the voice of Riberius' soul began, 'My nephew, what is next...... You should know ......'

Then Marceau watched as the soul fire in the man's eyes turned bloody, and his soul voice changed tone: 'Yes, this day has finally arrived. Son of Ella, behold the good deeds done by your mother and father, what wonderful eternal life, I should thank them, and as for you, Marceau. One day, you will be like us. ’

Marceau didn't answer, but turned his head to look at Leonard: "I think he's dead." ”

This death refers to the soul of Riberius, who has no more hours to be safe, and the evil curse has completely transformed the soul of Riberius, and from now on, Riberius is dead - both physically and mentally.

"I know, and my uncle also said that if one day things can't be undone...... I smashed the soul stone he gave me. Leonard said this. Took out a pure black spar from his pocket, this is the soul stone, which can be regarded as a specialty of the Ayarok plane.

"Is he self-condensed?" Marceau asked, curious.

"Yes, the Soul Stone is the technology brought by the invasion of the undead plane...... My uncle would rather self-destruct than turn himself into a crazy evil undead, he is a true hero. With that, the spar in Leonard's hand turned into powder, and the soul fire in the eyes of the undead who were bound in the circle gradually extinguished. Bones that eventually lost control were scattered to the ground.

Marceau was about to choose to leave, when a portal suddenly appeared in the room. Then a team of four steppe elf bishops walked out of the portal.

"Greetings, Your Excellency. Leonard bowed to the petite steppe elf girl who came out from behind.

"No need to be polite, I'm here to see off Mr. Riberyus on his last ride...... His bravery and fearlessness, as well as his loyalty and dedication to his cause, deserve the respect of every steppe elf. The girl-like cardinal sighed as he looked at the bones in the circle.

In the end, however, my uncle failed. ”

"Yes, but the evil gods of the Outlands did not receive his soul in the end. For Mr. Riberius, this is already a remarkable victory. With that, the girl saluted the bones in the circle, and then led her companions into the portal, which then vanished.

"This is the descendant of the Anonymous and the Mother Goddess...... She kept an eye on my uncle. I think my uncle was a little skeptical about why he was on the flying Henan......" Leonard sighed, "But I don't have any evidence. ”

Marceau frowned, and the kitten cub, who felt the space move, watched another portal appear, and then Lord Sapan walked out with several guerrilla knights.

"Your Excellency, this is the Gray Eagle, salute you. Seeing this, Leonard quickly stood up.

"You're welcome, I'm here to witness the curtain call of a legend's life......" Sapan said as he nodded to the kitten, then he walked over to the circle and knelt down: "Liberius von Ocarans, what you have done for the Guerrilla Knights, the Guerrilla Knights will be remembered forever...... Rest in peace. ”

"Your Excellency, my uncle has always been proud to be a member of the guerrilla knights. Leonard lowered his head.

"Leonard of the Ocarans family, thank you for giving your Uncle Riberius a dignified death ceremony. Lord Sapan stood up, and they looked at the third open portal with Marceau.

Coming out of the portal was none other than the Greyhawk envoy he had seen in Paloonst.

"Schroel, you're here too. ”

"Yes, I'm here to see Riberius for the last time......," Pulsatilla said, apparently noticing Marceau: "Ah, Marceau, you're ...... too It seems that you have become accustomed to the troubles and troubles that the title of Sufi heir brings you. ”

"It's a good kitten, and outsiders like them are the treasure of the aborigines. Sapan's words can be regarded as a compliment.

"Your Excellency Sapan, Your Excellency Schlor, this is what I should do, the world always has to get better and better. "In the face of these two, Marceau has no temper, this is a real god, and he belongs to the existence of being able to beat the cat cub without using his hands at this stage.

And judging by where they are now...... It seems that Riberius's identity as a double sunk fish has long been known.

"If Liberius can't be buried in the Gray Eagle's cemetery, there is still a vacant seat in the cemetery of our Guerrilla Knights' War Exploits......" "Thank you for your kindness, Gray Eagle's child, and it is only natural that he should be buried in the Gray Eagle's Meritorious Cemetery. ”

After a seemingly thoughtless conversation, the two lords were silent for a while, and then chose to leave, and Leonard, after watching the two leave, handed a diary to Marceau: "This is my uncle's diary, and there is a lot of content on it that I don't understand...... I think this is something that only you strangers can understand, so I'm handing it over to you, hoping that this diary will be helpful to you. ”

"Thank you, Leonard. Marceau nodded, and the kitten cub who had put away the diary bowed down to Riberius' remains, and walked with him into the portal that Leonard had opened for him. (To be continued......)