Frustration powerless to reverse, Desche's reasoning was correct, everyone was fooled by Graydon, and Tarrant caught up with the mage, "How did he do it." Free eBook Download"

"Notice the structure of this house? The roof of the minaret structure originated in the modern aesthetic, and it first evolved from the watchtower, do you know when our magic research institute was built?"

"Probably...... Twenty to twenty-five years ago?" Tarrant had been there as a child, and it should have been at that stage that he didn't understand what Dansche was pointing at.

"Thirty years later, the minaret represents royalty and authority, but unfortunately the city construction at that time was not perfect, buildings like the Magic Research Institute would get wet during the rainstorm season, and the minaret structure became a beautiful but impractical ornament, and some mages took this situation into account and made a more stupid design, which can be said to be a remedy. ”

The two stepped through the door, a deep cavern on the floor, and the sound of "buzzing" air currents could be heard below, which proved that there was a passage, and a trace of peculiar smell was rising, Tarrant stopped at the mouth of the cave, "Drainage?!"

"That's right, they set up sewers around or inside the house to drain water in time when it leaks," Dansche clapped lightly, "and he won this round." ”

"We need to find Katrina!" Tarrant turned.

"His advanced spells have been exhausted, and it will take more than twenty-four hours to re-memorize," Dan explained to Carrod as he walked through the door, "and for at least a minute in the environment of the Death Contour, he is in a state of extreme weakness, his limbs will shrink, and he may be able to find him below." Although it may not be high. ”

"Don't give up," Karold gestured to the soldiers.

Davis pushed aside the vigilantes at the door, "Oh, my floor, bastards, you have to catch him!"

"We now have twenty-four hours of safe time, after which he will come at any time". Tarrant walked out the door.

"Where are you going?" said Carrod, holding him in the way.

"Rest. ”

"Your mansion has burned down, where can you go?" Carrod put his hand on Tarrant's shoulder, "I'll prepare a room for you, and I'll help you solve the problem at hand." ”

"No, thank you", Tarrant insisted on leaving, he needed to be quiet, there was too much misfortune today. The moment he tasted the steak in the afternoon, he could grab almost all the happiness, and now, not a single qiē is gone.

Desche followed him, "Sorrentino will welcome you." ”

Tarrant didn't want them to see the downfall. "I ...... I want to be alone for a while. ”

"Okay", Dansche understood, "young warrior, cheer up." ”

Tarrant continued forward, without answering. That word of encouragement pierced his heart, he wouldn't fall! The oncoming evening breeze made his eyes sore, and Tarrant rubbed his eyes, Stewart. Rest well in that country.

"Sir Tarrant," Sandra had been waiting on the grass. "Where are you going?"

"Ahem!" Tarrant disguised the fragility of his voice with a dry cough, "go home." He walked past her without pausing for a moment.

"I'm ......," Sandra trotted to follow.

She seemed to have something to say, and Tarrant asked directly, "You went to look for me, is there anything wrong?"

"You helped me last time, I want to say thank you. ”

"There's no need, goodbye," Tarrant quickened.

"Can I see you again!" the voice was already several feet away.

Tarrant ran briskly, he felt cold, this cold had nothing to do with the temperature, his heart beat tightly bound by invisible shackles, and each beat made him feel heavy and torn.

There was only Tarrant's wild run on the deserted street, there was endless darkness ahead, the cold sourness became clearer, Tarrant struggled to break free from the restraints but fell deeper and deeper, he was surrounded by cold, his body was exhausted, he lay on the ground, the fog gradually became around him, he looked at the sky, the boundless darkness shrouded the city.

"Grid-" Some kind of heavy metal work dragged on the ground.

Tarrant inhaled the cold air into his body, and his limbs gradually froze, he hoped that this cold could suppress the coldness in his heart, and let the numbness help him get rid of his current love!

A pair of shoes stopped next to Tarrant's head, "Damn, another unlucky man", the man leaned over Tarrant's face, "I didn't even close my eyes, it's pathetic, but I should go home and come back tomorrow", he dragged a large shovel forward.

Tarrant sat up, "Where is this?" There was no light around, no shadow of a building, and it seemed to be in a deserted place.

“...... Ah!!h

"Where is this?" Tarrant stood up.

"You...... You're not dead?" the stranger got up, "Then you shouldn't lie like this!"

"Is this Siant?" Tarrant couldn't remember that there was such a place in the country.

"Yes, it's Siant, it's the final destination of all Sante", the stranger picked up the shovel, "what are you doing here alone?"

Tarrant stared at the ground, gravel paths, grass growing in crevices, "Cemetery?"

"Yes, the cemetery ahead," the stranger pointed to the road ahead of Tarrant, "Do you want to go forward or backward?"

"Who are you?" Tarrant glanced at the shovel.

"Here the grave keepers, I have just buried two, one of the gambler's father was beaten to death in the woods, and his gambler's son gave me only twenty copper coins to help me find a place to settle him, and the other child, two years old, with big eyes and black sores on his face. ”

There are people who have no one to rely on every day, and Tarrant regrets that "you are a good person", and few people will seriously work so late.

"It's my job to find the last dignity for them, not to be thrown into a river, or naturally rotten and stinky to be digested by white fat bugs. ”

Tarrant buried his head, but some people who deserved respect ...... Things shouldn't be like that......

"The night will be colder, those who will not leave will wake up, shall we get out of here", beckoned the grave keeper, "My hut is in front, come with me." ”

Tarrant watched the grave keeper walk into the white mist, unsure of what he was going to do. Go back on, well, hut, "Are you alone?" he chased.

"Yes. No one wants to do that kind of work now. ”

"Why do you want to?"

"Others think it's unseemly and dangerous, but I don't think so, it's an equal place, everyone lives in peace, I think it's good", the grave keeper turned to a dry smile, his rolled cuffs revealing two scars on his arms.

"What's going on? are they?" Tarrant pointed.

"Nope. No, we shouldn't be biased, they were us", the grave keeper pulled the pendant around his neck. It's the statue of El Hermi, "I was a priest and I know them, they just want to find some comfort and are tired of being bothered by people who continue to be disturbed." Same with me. ”

Tarrant pursed his lips and smiled.

"One time it was raining heavily, and I didn't think anyone was coming, so I started drinking, probably a big bottle. There was a knock outside the door, and I opened it. A man dragged a woman, and he was drenched all over. The hair covered his face, and he said that his wife was sick and dying, and asked me to help find a good place, so I took a shovel and went out with him, and the mud was washed away by the water, and it was damn weather, and my pants were hooked by a tombstone, and the whole person slipped to the ground, and the shovel smashed through here", the grave keeper looked at the scar, "I was in so much pain that I couldn't treat myself, the man tore off his clothes and wrapped it, and then, it was like this, it rained so hard that night, I really wondered why the man came to the cemetery at that time." ”

There are some things that no one wants to figure out even if they are superficial, because they have nothing to do with him, Tarrant saw the hut in the fog, "Is this it?"

"Yes, come in", the grave keeper pushed open the door, and an oil lamp was lit inside, and in the small room there were only tables and chairs of the simplest structure, a bed made of several wooden boards, and the uneven pot was "popping", "I burned a pot of vegetable soup when I left, just in time", he piled the shovel with the other tools in the corner, "Shall you have some?"

"No," Tarrant picked up a chair and sat down.

The grave keeper pulled out a dirty blanket from under the bed, "Take this, you must be frozen." ”

Tarrant hesitated for a moment to take the blanket, "Thank you." ”

"This soup is good", the grave keeper took a sip, the heat to ward off the cold, "where are you from, how long have you been wandering?"

"Me?" Tarrant looked at himself, dressed like a wanderer, "I'm just...... Just lost a loved one. ”

"That's too bad," the grave keeper took out Erhemi and prayed softly, "but everyone has this process, and there is no need for much sadness." ”

"He took care of me all his life, but I ...... Nothing could be done", Tarrant wrapped himself tightly in the blanket.

"Forget this, the living are cold-blooded animals, they don't care about the care given by their parents and brothers, until one day they suddenly lose it, they realize that they should cherish it, what's the use? ”

Tarrant was silent, his chest pounding as if it had been pounded.

"They're going to be liberated over there," the grave keeper grinned, "and he sued me." ”

"I hope so," Tarrant looked out the window, "what else is he suing you?"

"A lot, he helped each of them create a territory, everyone has an equal status, they do what they like, there is no war and power, they don't use gold coins, he also wants to create zào light for them. ”

"Heh", Tarrant wished it was true, he hadn't imagined what the final end would look like, no one had ever mentioned it, pitch black or day, emptiness or fullness, nothing was known, and after hearing the grave keeper's description he had a vague vision, like the dawn before rì came out, peaceful.

"But recently he had a quarrel with his wife, and his hair was burned," laughed the grave keeper.

With a few sets of keys hanging on the wall, Tarrant asked, "Are there any other huts in the cemetery?"

"No, their owners are probably gone, this is my ex, he was scared to death in this bed, so why do you do this work with cowardice, hahaha", the grave keeper pointed out the relics one by one, "These are picked up from all over the cemetery, these three strings belong to the scavengers, they will come to me and take them before they go home." ”

"It's late now," Tarrant looked out the window.

"This string has been here for two months, this for a month, and this for a week," the grave keeper explained, nonchalantly.

Tarrant was surprised that the spate of disappearances in this particular place was unsettling, as if it would be related to the ghosts and tombs in the story, "What terrible happened?" (to be continued......

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