"How do I know that the cemetery is not the territory of the vigilantes, and I just told the people who live here to close their eyes. Perhaps, they touched something they shouldn't have touched", the grave keeper drank the whole bowl of soup.

Some of the tombstones had something of value buried under them, and the greedy would do that, Tarrant looked at the key, "At least inform the vigilantes, or their families." ”

"If anyone cares about them, someone will come to me", the grave keeper hung the key back on the wall.

The sad fact that if anyone still cares about those missing people, someone will find the cemetery, and two months have passed, proving that no one is there.

"You can sleep here tonight", the grave keeper pointed to the floor, "you can stay for a long time if you want, I don't mind having an extra companion, but, don't be too verbose, I have to sleep, there will be someone waiting for me tomorrow, hahaha", the grave keeper piled the dishes together, as if not intending to wash them, the blanket on the bed was dirtier than the carpet in the white fog area.

"Don't you need to lock the door?" Tarrant wondered if the undead might come to visit.

"Good night", the grave keeper blew out the only light.

Tarrant wrapped himself in a blanket and lay on the floor, a musty smell swirling on the ground, the air was much more disgusting than the grass of the Green Grove Mountain, and he began to imagine that maybe something was buried under the hut, the wound was not painful, he pressed hard where it should have been bleeding, and the wound was gone! It must have been treated by Rex...... Rex!Tarrant had completely forgotten about him! he had not been at Catrina's house or to Sir Davis, there must have been something more important, and Tarrant felt guilty that the precious flail had been buried in the rubble, perhaps burned.

Now there is nothing left, equipment, residences, loved ones, drinking parties, damn it, Tarrant turned sideways. What else can be done?

The night's struggles led to no conclusion, and he thought about everyone and everything in a daze, and when the grave keeper woke up in the morning, Tarrant wasn't even sure if he had ever fallen asleep.

"You didn't sleep well?" said the grave keeper as he began to prepare breakfast. A handful of leafy greens.

"I don't know," Tarrant rubbed his aching head.

"You'll feel better if you drink this soup," says the grave keeper as he lights a firewood fire, and the smell of smoke spreads through the house.

"Ahem!" the air was terrible. Tarrant got up and opened the door, "Why are you in the house?"

"Hehehe", the grave keeper puts the leafy greens in the water, "some traditions." ”

The air outside the house made people shiver, "Is there any wine?" asked Tarrant.

"Not now. Don't waste your time in the bottle, if you have time, you can help me prepare the stone tablet, there are four pieces to engrave today. ”

"Will you carve?" Tarrant was surprised, most of the tombstones of this era had been done with magic, and few craftsmen continued to do the work.

"Is it strange that you have the impression that the grave keeper should be a deaf and stupid hunchbacked old man?"

"No, I'm sorry. I mean...... Can you do me a favor?"

"If you have money, you can do it". The grave keeper did not look up. "Every time someone asks me to do this and that, am I an angel?"

Tarrant understood what the other party meant, and he was not in a position to ask others to do so, and the fog gradually cleared, and he looked at the tombstones that slowly appeared.

"Drink it. ”

The soup had a strange earthy smell, and the grave keeper must not have carefully washed the roots. Tarrant took a small sip, "What is this?" I've never drunk it. ”

"Of course", the grave keeper continued to add a bowl. "These vegetables are only available on the land next to the tombstones, and they need living nutrients, can they have some more?"

"......" Tarrant's throat ached, and he dropped the bowl, "I have to go, goodbye." ”

"Don't want to stay here, like to wander around?"

"I have something to do," Tarrant said, walking deeper into the cemetery.

Mara waited calmly for him to return, there was a slight mud on the tombstone, and Tarrant wiped it clean vigorously, she didn't like the dirty environment, there were no flowers around, and it seemed that no one had come.

The sky was slightly blue, and Tarrant didn't know what to say this time, "I wanted to tell you good news, I'm going to ...... I proposed to Katrina, and then, as I said at the beginning, I took my lover on a trip", Tarrant sat on the grass with his forehead in his hands, "I want to invite you, hehe, I don't know...... That's how it will be. ”

Without more words, Tarrant sat quietly in front of the tombstone, he wanted a target to confide in, and he hoped that Mara would tease or even make fun of it.

"I should go", he didn't know how long he had been sitting, his legs were sore, there was a family funeral in the distance, the cry of the child affected the atmosphere of the place, but no one could blame the child.

Tarrant walked out for a while and returned, "Mara, there's one more thing...... My wish has come true, Dragonship Paladin, I won", they had made a bet, "Rejoice for me", Tarrant leaned over the name of the tombstone and kissed it softly, a kiss that should have been offered by the loser.

"I used to be obsessed with the story of the spirit-sucking monsters, but now I find that the real enemies of mankind are myself, those filthy people and minds, Maxine told me to treat the world with love, and I hope I can do it", Tarrant clenched his fists, and Graydon, Stewart, Jim, Albert, Lovell, and Gillian appeared one after another, and he couldn't treat everyone with love!

"Goodbye, Mara, if I can live again, then keep saying goodbye", Tarrant strode away, he would not stop until the bet was stopped, his life was connected to those mages, and one of them had to accept defeat.

After walking out of the cemetery, Tarrant saw an unexpected scene, last night's aristocratic lady Sandra turned out to be in the orphanage along the road, and she also saw him.

"Sir Tarrant!" Sandra ran to him, "why are you here?"

Her carriage was parked in front of the orphanage, and the coachman was distributing what was on the cart to the children, which seemed to be candy, and Tarrant asked rhetorically, "Didn't you rest?"

"I'm fine, thanks to your protective ......", Sandra put her hands together together, embarrassed and excited.

"Your father is willing to fund the orphanage?" Tarrant continued.

"No, he doesn't know", Sandra looked at the group of children, "the brown-haired girl, her father was our family's bodyguard, and she had an accident when she was just full moon. ”

Being Davis's guard is an irrational choice, that guy must have enemies, Tarrant found the girl in the crowd, very shy, but still has a smile, she is sharing candy with her partner, "Sandra, noble girls are rarely as kind as you, can care about the people around them", she is an outlier among the nobles.

"Thank you", Sandra was greatly recognized.

"See you another day," Tarrant waved.

"Sir," the girl held out her hand anxiously, "though you refused, I...... I still hope you'll give me a chance to thank you, okay?" (To be continued......)

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