Thinking about it like this, the marshal's wife suddenly felt refreshed and excited. Full of expectations for Roland's great future as a thief, and then thinking that he may not be able to become the Sigmund family's fast son-in-law, all he lacks is a little time and patience.

Paladina laughed wildly when she told about her mother's change of mentality, and complained to Roland about her mother with a look of urgency: "Hannah has always looked down on those people in her hometown, and she is full of disdain when it comes to the division status quo of Bao Shihua, but in order to find a good background for this bad boy of yours, she has to temporarily put away her disdain for the political status quo of her homeland, and instead regard it as a good example for the diplomatic departments of the empire and the Far East, which really makes me laugh to death!" ”

Roland listened to her story, and he couldn't laugh or cry. The marshal's wife could not convince her stubborn daughter to alienate him, a "bad boy", so she could only search for reasons and force herself to change her prejudices against him, so as to gain some comfort...... It's really pitiful for the hearts of parents all over the world! On second thought, however, the situation envisaged by the marshal's wife was not necessarily unrealizable, and at least it was an acceptable option for the Far East.

Roland had breakfast with the marshal's family, and Sigmunt asked him what he had planned for the day over coffee.

"Go to Fogel's house for dinner at noon and visit the Weinsteins in the evening." Roland told the truth.

The marshal looked at the clock and stood up: "While there is still a little time, I will take you to a place." ”

"...... you mean?"

"Remember what Rudolph entrusted you? We're going to do it this morning. Sigmunt said vaguely.

Roland understood his hint, quickly stood up, and said worriedly, "But I didn't prepare anything......

"You mentioned that incident in my study yesterday, and after that I told the butler to get ready, and to go now."

"Okay, I'm sorry for you." Roland was both grateful and ashamed. After all, he was not biological, and he subconsciously failed to really pay attention to his father's earnest entrustment before leaving, which was really unfilial piety.

Sigmund boarded the carriage with Roland and was about to tell the coachman to get on the road, when Palatina shouted behind him. Her Royal Highness the princess chased after her with her hair unkempt, jumped into the carriage without saying anything, and glared angrily at the two men opposite, an old man and a young man.

"You actually sneaked away while I was combing my hair, what the hell are you two doing?!"

Sigmund smiled but didn't say a word. Roland had no choice but to resist Palatina's anger, picked up a large bouquet of white flowers placed on the back seat, and shook it at Palatina.

"Your Excellency the Marshal took me to the cemetery to sweep the grave of my mother."

"So what?" Palatine didn't give up, "It's not a shameful thing, why are you carrying me?" ”

"My mother was condemned by the Inquisition as a descendant of the devil and died at the stake, and you are a priest of the Holy Light Church, so I don't think it's appropriate to take you to visit the grave." Roland explained with a wry smile.

"What's wrong with that?!" Palatina's face was full of grievances, "It's true that I am a priesthood of Perot, but I am not affiliated with the inquisition system, and I am a supporter of the reformers of the Holy See, and I agree with His Highness Frank's initiative to abolish the burning at the stake and reform the Inquisition, why not take me to visit your mother's grave?" ”

"Well, since you don't mind, come with us." Roland had no choice but to compromise.

"Hmph, it's long overdue!" Palatina smiled triumphantly.

It took nearly two hours for the carriage to travel west to the cemetery, which sits at the foot of the mountain.

Palatina got out of the car and looked around at the lush woods and muttered blankly, "I didn't even know there was a cemetery at the foot of the mountain......

"This is a cemetery dedicated to the collection of death row prisoners and nameless corpses, which ordinary people can't reach at all, and it's normal that you don't know." Prince Sigmund said lightly.

The three of them walked through the forest path and entered a simple cemetery enclosed by a wooden fence. The door of the grave keeper's hut was open, and it was empty, and he did not know where the owner had gone.

Sigmuntt walked and stopped, occasionally surveying the trees around him, as if trying to remember the burial site twenty years ago, and after a long delay on the way, he finally found a stone tomb.

The small mound looked unremarkable, and a stone monument was erected in front of it, the surface of which was as smooth as a mirror, and there was not a word.

"When your mother was buried, the religious atmosphere in the city was much more serious than it is now, and in order to avoid trouble, I dare not engrave her name on the tombstone, I hope you will understand." Sigmund said apologetically to Roland.

"Don't dare to be, you've done enough to protect our family." Roland held the bouquet in both hands and solemnly placed it in front of the nameless tombstone. Although he is not Madame Franceska's true son, he has come to regard Rudolph as a true father and has a deep sympathy for his "mother" whom he has never met.

After setting up the bouquet, Roland bowed deeply to the tombstone and said silently in his heart: "Lady Franceska, I have come to pay my respects to you on behalf of Mr. Rudolph, and I wish you peace in soul." ”

At this moment, a yin wind suddenly blew overhead, and I suddenly felt a biting chill. Immediately afterward, Roland felt an inexplicable aura quickly rush towards him, and a strong resentment invaded his mental space, which seemed to be a combination of shock, confusion, and anger.

This unprecedented feeling of horror made him sweat stand on end, his stiff legs staggered backwards, and he finally resisted the urge to run away.

Prince Sigmund also seemed to sense the abnormal atmosphere, frowned slightly, reached out and slapped Roland on the shoulder, and the mysterious evil spirit that tried to invade his body quickly retreated, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Roland was relieved, slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, looked up at the sky, the dense branches and leaves intertwined overhead, like heavy dark clouds, a little sunlight through the gaps in the branches and leaves projected down with difficulty, different shades of light reflected on his body, bringing him a little warmth.

The three of them left the cemetery silently and got into the carriage, and Roland sat in the sheltered carriage, only to find that his underwear had been soaked in cold sweat.

This weird place, he didn't want to come back again.

"Roland, don't blame me for being offended...... When I was paying homage just now, I felt a strong resentment in the cemetery, which made people very uncomfortable. Palatina observed Roland's pale face and said cautiously.

"It's not surprising that the cemetery is buried with condemned prisoners, including many heretics on the stake, these people have experienced great pain before they died, and there is far more mental torture than physical pain, leaving endless resentment after death, accumulated in the cemetery for many years, forming a strong negative energy field, normal people enter the cemetery, come into contact with the negative energy condensed by the resentment of the deceased, and feel that it is normal to feel depressed." Sigmundt smiled and reassured her daughter that she didn't have to worry about it.