After getting rid of Sean and his party, the rest of the matter went a lot smoother.

Mr. Cho's funeral was held in an ordinary house in the Third District, and since there was no church or priest in the area, everything was done according to the traditions of the black-clad people, that is, the Tusosian people. In the small house, Mr. Qiu's body was placed in the center of the house, cushioned with two fine ice stones, which delayed the decomposition of the body.

His body was sprinkled with cardamom and pale green blades of grass, and the ceremony was presided over by an elderly man, in reference to the tradition of the Tusosian people, who had the oldest in the town to preside over the funeral, and the soul of the deceased could be sublimated and immortalized; With the youngest person blessing the wedding, the couple can live as a couple until death.

Duran and other funeral guests stood around the house, surrounding Mr. Cho's body. The old man gave his name one by one, and then told Mr. Qiu's body a word of blessing or silence. If you go around the circle, the old man will pass on the words of the crowd to the soul of Mr. Cho (which is why the oldest person is allowed to officiate at the funeral, the Tusosian people believe that the deceased will forget the words of the living, and must be entrusted to the old man closest to the deceased to convey it). After this, Mr. Cho's body will be cremated, and his urn will be enshrined in the cemetery of the Black Cloak, alongside several previous leaders.

The funeral was carried out in an orderly manner, and the people who were ordered by the old man expressed their respect and regret to Mr. Qiu's body, and almost everyone present had received Mr. Qiu's favor, and most of them showed great sadness for his departure, crying bitterly one by one.

Even Rudy, who had always been serious-faced, showed a hint of sadness, and Sinclair had tears in her eyes, if it weren't for them, the leader of the black-clad crowd, she would have to pay attention to her majesty in front of everyone, I'm afraid she would have cried. Sometimes grief is like that, and when you don't think about him, he may be hidden in the depths of your heart; And when he pops up, it can easily affect your mood.

It was as if the news of Mr. Qiu's death had already been known to everyone, and they had gradually accepted this fact over the years, but suddenly this funeral brought everyone's sad thoughts back together. Their eyes suddenly flashed with Mr. Qiu's voice and smile when he was born, and they were naturally prone to crying.

Of all the people present, only Duran did not show a trace of emotion from beginning to end. His expression was calm, even slightly indifferent. His gaze never took off the teacher's body, the familiar face, and the words he had told Duran on his deathbed......

"The flame of the East is about to be lit, and the descendants of the Anzedi and the Yushen people will fight side by side. Sivi's heirs repeat the feat of their ancestors, and a whole new world is coming. ”

"This is the Ring of the Thorn Bird, the symbol of the leaders of the Black."

"Duran, today, as the leader of the second generation of the black-clothed people, I give you the Ring of the Thorn Bird. From now on, you will not only be officially the Blacks, but you will also be one of the three leaders of the Blacks......"

"It's a pity that I can't see the day when the flame of freedom is lit......"

The vague words seemed to be still in his ears, and his cold face did not have any sad emotions, but who could see the clenched fist in Duran's sleeve!

"Hateful!" Duran reluctantly blamed himself in his heart: "If I could have taken out the Holy Cross Healing Rune from the Evil Land earlier, wouldn't the teacher have died?" ”

He closed his eyes, breathed calmly, and told himself that the death of his teacher was a foregone conclusion, and that he must live tenaciously and fulfill his wish!

This kind of Duran is what Mr. Qiu wants to see.

At this time, I only heard the old man's trembling voice say, "Mr. Qiu has only one disciple in his life, Du Lan. His loss was so sad that the only thing to be thankful for was that he had Duran as a disciple by his side as he died. Come, child, and say a few words to Mr. Qiu's ghost. ”

All eyes were on them, a small number of them were members of the Black-clad Pack, and the rest were residents of the town. Many of them have already met Duran and have an initial impression of Duran in a good or bad way, but more often they are strange and wary.

Duran slowly opened his mouth, took a deep breath, and finally said calmly, "I will fulfill the teacher's last wish." ”

There was a hint of curiosity in the eyes of everyone present, as if they wanted to hear Duran continue, who knew that he only said such a sentence and then there was no follow-up.

The old man was silent for a moment, whispered a few words of prayer, and then called on the name of the other man.

……

By the end of the long funeral ceremony, Mr. Qiu's body was cremated in the afternoon, and at Duran's strong suggestion, a tombstone was built and an urn was buried there by the Blue Moon Lake, which is adjacent to the three towns. After all this, everyone was tired and sad, and went their separate ways. As Durán expected, as soon as the group left, the two leaders, Rudy and Sinclair, found him.

"Duran, how have you been these two days?" Sinclair, who was the first to speak, was wearing a plain black dress today, with light makeup on her face, and her reddish-brown hair hanging down smoothly, adding a haggard and charming. Outwardly, Duran couldn't connect the woman to the leader of the black-clad crowd at all.

However, the scouting skills told him that this seemingly weak woman actually had the strength of Rudy, and was about the same as the golden peak. Her profession is unpredictable, and she is certainly not an assassin, but she is also not like an ordinary spellcaster, let alone a warlock.

Duran smiled and replied, "Good, I love this place." ”

"That's good." Sinclair blinked: "Actually, because I've been busy with some things these days, I haven't had time to talk to you, I hope you can forgive me." ”

Duran shrugged his shoulders, it was obvious that there should have been a conversation between Sinclair and Rudy, and the two of them had probably reached some agreement, so this meeting with Duran was all Sinclair talking to Duran.

"If the hard one doesn't work, will the soft one come?" Du Lan sneered in his heart, "Lao Tzu doesn't eat soft and hard." I'm going to decide the position of the leader of the black-clad people! ”

If it was any other position, Duran would not bother to compete, but this position was passed to him by the teacher, and he had to firmly defend his power!

"Oh? If the two leaders have anything to say, the teacher once told me when he was dying, wearing the ring of the Thorn Bird is one of the leaders of the black-clothed people, and the rest of the matters will be made clear by the two of you and me. Duran was ruthless and simply said it to death, wanting to see how the two of them reacted.

Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, Sinclaire and Rudy were ugly and ruthless, and the latter tended to be angry.

"Duran, it's not that we want to take away your rights. Since you are Qiu's disciple, you naturally have the right to become the leader of the black-clothed people. Sinclair pondered his words and said gently, "Since you're all in a showdown with us, we might as well be refreshed." ”

"I have heard from Kate that you are not yet sixteen years old, it is better to be like this, from this day onwards you are one of the official members of the Black Order, but no one can command you, you are completely free; And when you're twenty years old, how about letting you inherit Qiu's position? ”

Sinclair felt that this plan was the safest, and she discussed it with Rudy a few times, and the latter also felt that this arrangement was acceptable. After all, Duran is a newcomer, who knows how many pounds and taels he has. And in a few years, everything about the young man will be revealed in front of them, whether he has the strength to be the leader of the black-clothed people, they must already have an answer in their hearts.

She thought that Duran would definitely agree to say this, but who knew that the young man would still shake his head and refuse.

Sinclair's face immediately turned cold: "Duran, what do you mean by this?" ”

Duran said dryly, "I'm not interested in waiting until four years from now. If the two leaders doubt my ability or even my origins, they will test me in any way, and I will fully cooperate. ”

The atmosphere between the two sides immediately became tense.

Sinclair's chest heaved violently, and her expression began to grow unkind, and the woman glared at Duran viciously, as if annoyed that the latter had rejected her offer.

The two sides were at a stalemate for a long time, and it was Rudy who broke the deadlock first.

The man suddenly sneered and said: "Sinclair, I have long said that you are working in vain, this kid is determined to inherit Qiu's position now, but Qiu's Thorn Bird Ring is in his hand again, and the kid from Kate and Lannon's family has also witnessed Autumn teach him the ring, and it doesn't make sense not to let him be the leader." ”

Sinclair snorted.

Duran was slightly surprised in his heart, what did Rudy mean by this? Could it be that he changed his surname and was ready to let himself inherit the position of teacher?

Rudy glared at Duran, "You're going to be the leader, no problem." You have the qualifications, but I doubt you have. ”

"So a test is necessary, and in this test, I won't send anyone to help you - if I find out that you have used the power of the Three Towns or the others in the Black Clothes during the mission, then even if you complete the test, it will be considered invalid, will you accept it?"

"Accept." Duran said simply that he had already made a decision in his heart, no matter how difficult Rudy's test was, he would do his best to complete it.

There was a rare look of appreciation on Rudy's face, and in his opinion, although Duran was a little arrogant, there was still merit in some places. At least as a man, Duran was much more determined and, of course, paranoid, than many of the formal members of the Black.

The latter was the point that gave Rudy a big headache - how could he trust the position of one of the leaders of the black-clad crowd to a sixteen-year-old boy?!

So he frowned, and said the content of the test:

"There is a swampy woodland west of the Three Towns, and a nest of bipedal wyverns has recently sprung up in it, numbering about four or five, and your task is to eradicate this nest once and for all—within half a month." (To be continued.) )