Fortunately, Prince Christian's speed was not very fast, and Qian Qian rushed to the cemetery before him. She hurried up the tree to get ready, and even had time to adjust her rapid breathing. Fortunately, there is still time to adjust her breathing, otherwise she will be able to listen to the song she sings according to her virtue of running out of breath?!

"How about 7788, he shouldn't be able to see my face, right?" Qian Qian covered himself tightly with a black hooded cloak: "I'm going to start singing if I can." ”

"Shrink your feet a little and cover them! You're not wearing shoes!! 7788 squeaked and reminded: "Cover it up and start singing, he's coming!" Thankfully, he was leading the horse on foot, otherwise you wouldn't have been in time! ”

Qian shrunk his legs, covered his bare feet with a cloak, and then sang a song directly to the Duchess's tombstone that she didn't know if it would work: "

hen I go don't cry for me

In my mother’s arms I'll be

the ounds this orld left on my soul

ill all be healed and I'll be hole

sun and moon ill be replaced ith the light of Jesus face

and I ill not be ashamed for my savior knos my name

It don't matter here you bury me

I'll be home and I'll be free

It don't matter anyhere I lay

all my tears be ashed aay……”

Christian led his horse and walked wearily towards the cemetery. He never imagined that the squire with whom he had grown up, who had left Fort Frecy, who had gone through hardships and life and death together, would eventually choose to betray him and betray him to Duke Sartre.

The ambitious Duke Sartre wanted to marry his sister to the Duke of Frecy, but the Duke of Frecy refused. However, the current king has no children, and if Duke Frécy loses his only heir, he will have to marry another wife for the sake of the kingdom's succession.

The king was not satisfied with his origins. Christian knew this, and he also knew that the reason why the Duke of Sartre was so blatantly pursuing him was probably because of the king's tacit approval, and he knew that many people in the kingdom wanted his life at present.

But before this betrayal, Christian had always been confident, and he had never been afraid of the difficult situation he faced. Even if his cowardly father could not resist the pressure from various political forces and had to secretly let him go and leave him alone in exile, so what, the young Christian was still undaunted, confident that he could return to Fort Frecy and reclaim his inheritance in the open.

He and Leopold have endured many hardships to evade the pursuit and cross the border to reach the elven rule of Eloland. After lengthy negotiations, Christian and the Elven Queen reached an agreement, promising that if he became King of the Bloodleaf Kingdom, he would bring lasting peace to the border between the two countries and open more trade ports.

The Elven Queen was so pleased with Christian's promise that she agreed to sign a magical pact with Christian, agreeing to support him in reclaiming her territory.

Everything looks going well, and Christian and Leopold are back in the Bloodleaf Kingdom with confidence. They were going to enlist the support of a few neutral dukes, as long as two or three dukes agreed to be on their side, plus the support of the elves, Christian and Leopold felt that it would not be difficult for them to retake Fort Frecy.

They had already been discussed, and the two went their separate ways, with Leopold going home to enlist the support of his father, Duke of Sorenberg, while Christian planned to go directly to Bertburg to talk to Duke Bert. It's just that he didn't expect that at this time, the squire who grew up with Christian betrayed him and betrayed his whereabouts to Duke Sartre.

They were sniped! Duke Sartre sent a top-notch assassination team, outnumbered. Even if Christian and Leopold were strong, they only barely escaped.

In the process of escaping, Christian and Leopold are separated, and he is alone, like a lost dog, running away without direction, and his mood is gloomy. It's not terrible to be sniped, it's betrayal that's really scary. Before he fled, he killed his own attendant, the young knight who had been with him for many years and could be called a close comrade-in-arms.

It's sad! After so many years of friendship, I can't resist the temptation of money and status.

"I don't want to be a servant anymore, I have a noble title, but so what? I also want fiefdoms, I want to be a real lord! What if you become king? The head of the Royal Guard is also an attendant. The young attendant said this with great confidence.

Oh well! Christian sent him to the realm of the undead, and blessed him with the fiefdom of his dreams in the realm of the dead and becoming a lord.

It was not a good feeling to kill his once close comrades, and after a few days of aimless wandering outside, Christian finally decided to sneak back to Fort Frecy. Christian didn't know why he wanted to come back, he was now left with nothing, he was as depressed as a lost dog, and in this case, he had no ability to reclaim his inheritance.

But...... Now that you're back, let's go to my mother's grave and have a look! Christie thought so. In any case, when his mother was still there, his life was relatively peaceful...... At least it looks calm......

Christie led the horse and walked slowly down the grassy road in the countryside. My father was so cowardly that he didn't dare to bury his mother in the Frecy family mausoleum, but only to bury his once beloved wife in such a remote place. What a shame! Such a cowardly man was actually his father, and Christian looked up at the end of the road, looking at the cemetery that looked eerie in the sunset, and his mood was even more confused.

At this time, the intermittent singing drifted along the wind, and the woman's singing seemed to come from the direction of the cemetery. Christian frowned slightly, at this time, are there still women staying in the cemetery? It's getting dark soon, isn't she afraid of the undead floating in the night? Still is...... Is the singer himself an undead?

Christian quickened his pace towards the cemetery, he could gradually hear what the woman was singing, it was indeed a song of the undead, so was it really the undead wandering? He approached the cemetery, and through several unmarked tombstones, he saw the woman in the black hooded cloak sitting on the tree. The woman's face was tightly covered by a black hood, and the last rays of dusk shone on her dark figure, which seemed a little erratic, and with her singing, she revealed a little eerie.

Christian slowed down, as if he was afraid of disturbing the singer in the tree, and walked lightly to the bottom of the tree, looking up at the figure sitting on the branch, and listening quietly to the song with a little reverence on his face. He didn't speak, he didn't move, he just tilted his head back quietly, and listened, and listened, as if time had frozen in him.