Chapter Fifty-Seven: The Old Past
The field was so quiet that the sound of a needle falling to the ground could be heard, and outside the carriage, all the soldiers who heard the Marquis de Barr's shout looked in amazement at the half-open door. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½ ć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
The cavalry commander had never seen the suave Marquis Barr so angry, and he knew that he might have misunderstood something, and inadvertently caused a catastrophe. But the mistake had been made, and the cavalry commander could only summon all the priests and doctors around him while scolding him submissively.
Kester, who understood what had happened, also wanted to participate in the treatment, but the divine power brought to him by the battle with Chu Li was too strong, and he couldn't even release the fourth-order divine skill at this moment. After seeing the huge treatment team, Kester silently stepped aside. He knew that in his current state, even if he participated in treatment, it would only be a drop in the bucket.
"Lord Marquis, the Sixth-Order Divine Magician has arrived." Looking at the gloomy face of the Marquis of Barr, who seemed to be able to drip water, the heart of the cavalry commander was like fifteen buckets of water, seven up and eight down.
"His injuries are very serious, and my ability is a little lacking." The three holy healing techniques fell, and the magician's forehead was already sweating, and He Lilan's left shoulder was still far from healing. Behind him, all the therapists were helpless.
"Where's the nearest temple?" The Marquis of Barr's voice was annoyed and anxious.
"There is a temple in the city of Lyle." Even if something so big happened, Sean's voice was still so emotion-free.
"Then all return to Lyle!" The Marquis de Barr made a surprising decision.
The cavalry commander who had already touched the moldy head did not dare to tell the difference, so he had to lead the brigade to turn around, and return to the past like the city of Lyle.
"Lilan, you bear with it for a while." Marquis Barr whispered to comfort He Lilan while applying painkillers to him with his own hands, "I apologize to you for the recklessness of my subordinates. ā
"Lord Marquis doesn't have to mind, he's just protecting the Lord." Looking at the trembling cavalry commander standing outside the carriage from the car window, He Lilan was a little embarrassed.
"I'm so sorry, I should have protected you." Marquis Barr's voice was apologetic.
"You really don't have to mind, or you can tell me about the matter with my father, Lord Marquis." He Lilan successfully diverted the topic.
"He Tianchou, he is a very open-minded person..."
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Fifteen years ago, the city of Lyle, the Colosseum.
"Which of them do you guess will win?" At that time, the young Marquis of Barr pulled Sean, who had not yet grown up, and asked, "This is a class fight." ā
"It's supposed to be the killer, right? After all, his weapons are too good. Sean's voice wasn't so certain.
"I guess it's the elf. An elf who has faith to live cannot be defeated by a soulless killer. A slightly melancholy male voice came, and a man in gray also approached.
"Why don't we gamble on something?" After chatting with the man in gray for a while, the Marquis de Barr felt that the two were very speculative, so he half-jokingly proposed, "There is a little fun when you win or lose." ā
"Okay, bet on what?" The man in gray readily agreed.
"This dagger was forged from fine iron in the early years of Master Ronnie, so I'll bet on it!"
"Good!"
"By the way, I'm Barr, and I haven't asked me what your name is."
"He Tianchou."
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"In this way, I lost this dagger, which I had kept for many years and made by Master Ronnie when he was young, to He Tianchou..."Marquis Barr stroked the dagger in his hand with a wistful expression.
"So that's the case," He Ling'er on the side was fascinated by what she heard, "It turns out that my father has also had such an interesting thing." But then, the look in her eyes quickly dimmed again: "But my father, he can't come back..."
Looking at the two brothers and sisters with gloomy expressions in front of him, Marquis Barr couldn't help but touch He Ling'er's little brain: "I remember He Tianchou told me before, if he has a son in the future, he will be named He Lilan, and his daughter's name will be He Ling'er, there is a reason for this, do you want to know the meaning of your name?" ā
"Our name... My father really didn't say much. He Lilan endured the pain that gradually recovered and thought for a while, but still didn't recall anything.
Marquis Barr patted He Lilan's left shoulder: "He Tianchou has lived in melancholy for half his life, but he doesn't like such days, and he named you He Lilan because I hope you can stay away from Yunlan and live under the sun forever, instead of losing your heart in the clouds." ā
"What about me?" He Ling'er's curiosity was also aroused.
"Don't you think Ling'er and Ling'er's jingle bells sound the same?" Marquis Barr smiled slightly, "Your father wants you to laugh like a bell all the time, and not with a sad face like now. ā
"Yes, is that so..."He Lilan was stunned, and even the pain of the wound was slowly forgotten by him.
"So, don't let your father down!" The Marquis of Barr encouraged like a persuasive elder.
"Report, Lord Marquis, there is Lyell City ahead!" At this moment, Black Feather descended, and Sean's voice came.
"Well, Sean, go and get the best magician in the temple!" Marquis Barr commanded.
"Yes, my subordinates obey!"
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In one hall, everyone stood silently, except for Lofa, a blood elf, standing alone in the center of the hall.
"What you said is true?" The white-robed old man at the head trembled a little.
"It's true, please take revenge for Nangong and them!" Lofa was completely devoid of his usual laughter, and his voice was unequivocal.
"He's using an eighth-order thunderstorm technique?" After a short silence, a middle-aged man beside the old man asked.
"Yes, if it weren't for Nangong dragging the enemy, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to retreat with my whole body." Lofa nodded again in confirmation.
"You go down first..."The white-robed old man leaned weakly on the back of his chair and waved his hand to Lofa.
ā⦠It'sā" Lofa walked out of the room slowly, his fists clenched tightly to no one's notice.
"Caesar, it looks like I'm going to trouble you to go," the white-robed old man commanded into the open space beside him.
A night elf man with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses suddenly appeared in the direction of the white-robed old man's speech, and when he looked closely, it was just a magical image: "Old man, what do you need me for?" ā
Character introduction: Kaisar, an elven clan, a warrior of the heaven-level space department, was once and now a killer, disheartened after a failed mission, and the golden basin washed his hands and became an ordinary person who likes birds.
"Go and investigate this location on the map, find a way to find Nangong Ying, live to see people, die... I want to see the corpse..."At the end of the sentence, the old man's voice trembled a little.
"Okay, I'm going to get a raise!" As soon as the voice fell, Caysar's magical image vanished in place.
The old man's anxious mood didn't seem to be alleviated in the slightest, he just frowned, and muttered: "Nangong Ying has an accident, it's a big trouble!" ā