At this time, the rose collar grasps the tail of summer, and at night, the stars are shining, there is no wind, and the air is a little stuffy, in such a night, most of the men of ordinary families like to lie on the roof with their arms red and cool off, while the nobles put large ice cubes in the room to cool off. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, the temperature in Mrs. Merry's room was extremely hot, and there was a wave of heat in her face, and you could feel the heat through your boots when you stepped on the ground. The room was a little dark, the curtains had been drawn on several windows, and only one candlestick jumped, reflecting the changing shadows in the room.

Since Mrs. Merry's health became worse and worse, she began to be afraid of the cold and wind, and finally it was the Grand Wizard of Kaili who installed some kind of magic artifact in the room, which could be driven by a magic core to regulate the temperature to a certain extent.

When Eliad entered the room, she saw Lady Merry for the first time, standing sideways, leaning against a wall, her left hand lifting a corner of the curtain, and looking out.

Look at the back, rickety, withered, with the shape of a decaying wood of old age and decay, however, this scene seemed to shoot into Eliade's heart, his expression was a little dazed, and his eyes seemed to be able to see the scene from a long time ago.

It was an inn, and the young Grand Duke Harvey and Eliade had lodged in an inn while wandering around the continent one evening.

It was the same room, and the reckless Grand Duke Harvey had gone to the wrong room, and when they pushed the door in, they saw her, still standing by the window, still lifting the curtain with one hand and looking down, the elegant and delicate side face, the perfect figure outlined, the beautiful back, the long black and straight waist-length hair, which shot Harvey in the heart like an arrow.

Eliad remembered how excited Harvey was when he left the room, clutching at what he was emphasizing almost incoherently, jumbled, intermittently, but with only one intention in the end—she would be his future wife.

Sometimes, Xinjin really doesn't need to get along for a long time, but a certain moment of encounter, and Harvey met it.

Yesterday's scene seemed to be still in front of him, but a long time had passed, and there were already things and people in front of him, Eliad felt his heart blocked, he inhaled slightly, calmed down, and walked in again.

He also went to the window, took the curtain from Madame Merry, leaned against the wall on the other side, and looked out from the windowsill.

Madame Merry's room was well placed in such a way that from this vantage point one could see the huge bonfires rising in several squares, reflecting the sky with a red glow, and the sound of music, laughter, and noise faintly came, and to the left you could see the banquet hall, which was brightly lit and singing and dancing.

Eliad had a lot to say, and before he came, he had specially sorted out his thoughts, but for a while, somehow, he seemed to have lost the interest in speaking.

After a long time, it was Madame Merry who spoke first, he turned his head slightly, looked at Eliad with old but bright eyes as stars, and said, "You came, you came much later than I thought. ”

Eliad didn't look back, his tone was a little melancholy: "Anything will change, this vast starry sky, this vast land, will change, nothing is eternal, and I am naturally changing." ”

Lady Merry smiled: "But you are still here, I thought you would not come, after all, no one will delve into the current situation, and there are also wood elves behind you."

But you're here, and you're still the Eliad I knew. ”

"Yes, I'm coming, and I'm going to have to come too. Eliad slowly withdrew his gaze, looked at Madame Merry again, and said, "Madam, I just want to ask one thing, is His Majesty the illegitimate son of Grand Duke Harvey?"

Madame Merry staggered her gaze with Eliad, and she looked out the window again, at the bustling city of Ilmassu.

Without waiting for an answer, Eliad took a breath and continued: "In the war more than a month ago, Feiqi originally intended to break the loyalty of the nobles to him by questioning the identity of Mu En, but he didn't expect that Mu Entian directly sacrificed the banner of Augustus, which dispelled everyone's doubts.

Whether it is the achievement of transcendence at a young age, or the support of a powerful force behind it, in the name of the great Augustus, it has become a matter of course. ”

"Many people believe that the cohesion of the nobility has increased unprecedentedly, the momentum of the army is high, the people are proud of their lords, and the whole territory is actually showing a vitality that I have never seen before. Just because in their eyes, they are not only loyal to the Igor family, but also to the glorious Augustus. ”

"For a while, I believed it, but I knew Harvey too well, we were kings, servants, and friends, and I probably knew more about him than I knew about him, so I had doubts. ”

"Then, when I calmed down, I realized that Mu Enmian just stole a logical concept, it is true that Igor belongs to Augustus, but not all Augustus are Igor. ”

His gaze darkened, and Eliad repeated his question again: "Madam, I don't believe that Harvey will betray you, and that day, when he met you, I have never seen a second woman in his eyes. So, I remain skeptical about the identity of Mu En's crown?"

Eliade's tone was not too intense, nor was it aggressive, but the flat voice made the air dull and solidified.

On the side, old Abdul-Jabbar had already clenched his fists, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat.

For a long time, for a long time, Mrs. Merry finally made a move.

She raised her hand and slowly pulled out the plug of the window in front of her, and then gently pushed, the window opened, there was no barrier, the noise seemed to be much louder, and a breeze blew, rolling up the long crystal like snow hair and floating.

After doing all this, Madew Merriad glanced back at Eliade, tilted her head slightly, as if making a girlish gesture, and said, "Eliade, look, is this city a lot more prosperous than before?"

Thinking slightly, Eliad affirmed: "Yes, I have to say that there are many talents under Mu Enmian, the fat man named Aso is very powerful, and the previous series of methods are almost unheard of, I even consulted my staff and some scholars, they didn't find out the case from the ancient books, but the city of Ilmassu has indeed become different." ”

"Isn't that great, and why do you have to go after the truth?"

"The truth is the truth, the truth is the truth, some things cannot be changed, this land belongs only to Igor!"

"Then why did you come to me again for verification, why did you come to me for verification now?" Lady Merry said-for-tat: "The truth has actually been in your heart for a long time, since Muen appeared on the first day, participated in the ecumenical council for the first time, showed his strength for the first time, everything, you have never believed in your heart that Muen is Harvey's illegitimate son, but why did you not bring it up until now?"

"I ......" Eliad was speechless:

Without waiting for an explanation, Mrs. Merry said: "That's because you know better in your heart that in this dangerous era, Ha can't maintain the Rose Collar and these millions of people, my sons can't do it, you can't do it, but Mu En's can, the forces behind him can."

So, you know the truth in your heart, but you never reveal it. ”

Ahem, ahem!

As if because of her agitation, Mrs. Merry coughed violently, and she blocked the hands of old Jabbar and Eliad, and coughed more than ten times before she gradually eased up.

She took a deep breath in the air outside the window, the fresh air in the night sky seemed to make her feel much better, and looked at Eliad again, and Mrs. Merry smiled: "Just as you know Harvey, Harvey actually knows you best, and he told me that if you come to me one day, let me tell you:

The inheritance of the Igor family has never been blood, but a backbone, a spirit, and a glory. As long as these continue, nothing else matters. ”

"Grand Duke Harvey, he, what he arranged?"

"No, it's not, but the method of contact was given to me by him before he died. ”

"Backbone?!spirit?!glory?!" There was silence for a long time, and Eliad also nodded, and he said, "I understand. Sometimes the truth is not necessarily good, lies can also be well-intentioned, and people will eventually change when they get old. ”

As if she had let go of the last burden in her heart, Madame Merry smiled even more happily. But she is finally exhausted, and today's coronation ceremony has consumed too much energy, and she has been talking to Eliad for a long time, and she is already exhausted.

She looked deeply out the window, as if she wanted to take in the hustle and bustle, and finally, she turned back and said to Eliade: "I'm tired, it's time to rest." ”

With that, she turned and walked behind her, where there was a chaise longue with a thick goose-down futon on top.

Old Abdul-Jabbar stepped forward again, wanting to help, but was still blocked by her, her movements were stiff and slow, and she said that she was powerless when she was old, only when the night wind blew, blowing her silver hair flying, and when she gently brushed the hair at the corners of her forehead, she showed a peerless red face.

Eliad didn't move, he kept watching, just watching, as if a big stone had been blocked in his heart, and he was so precipitated that he couldn't even breathe.

At the chaise longue Madame Merry sat down, she lifted the bedding, dragged her boots, lay down, covered them again, and then, tilting her head to look at Eliade, she smiled and beckoned.

Eliad took a breath, he walked quickly to the front and crouched down, while Madame Merry touched her wrinkled old palm on Eliade's face, and gently brushed the ugly scars, and said, "Harvey and I are gone, but you are still young, heal the wounds on your face, don't be burdened, you should have your own life." ”

"In the future, you have to live your own wonderful life!"

Eliad felt that his eyes were filled with some kind of liquid, he blinked, tried to hold it back, but it seemed to have no effect, he wanted to answer Madame Merry's words, but he blocked his breath in his chest, and it was not until a long time later that he spat out a word, "Can I?"

"Harvey has put down the Igor family and this land, let alone you. Later, live for yourself. After Mrs. Merry said this, her gaze seemed to become deep and distant, she turned her head slightly, her gaze fixed on the roof, as if she had seen something, and her old face bloomed with a bright smile.

"Harvey, son, are you here to pick me up?"

The smile froze for a moment, but her arm hung limply, but Eliad reacted quickly, holding his palm up before it drooped, and rubbing his face with the old palm, as if Lady Merry had not yet 'slept'.

"Your Majesty Eliad, Madame is resting, and you should leave. "It was the old butler Abdul-Jabbar, who maintained a perfect demeanor, bowed and spoke, without the slightest inappropriateness.

Turning his head and glancing at the other party, Eliade did not speak, he took another breath, slowly put Mrs. Merry's arm into the futon, and carefully dragged the bedding well, and then got up, he took a deep look at Mrs. Merry, opened his mouth, but did not spit out a word.

Finally, he left, striding as if fleeing.

At the door, when Eliad stepped out of the door, Abdul-Jabbar began to close the door, but at the last moment, Eliad finally turned around and blocked the door, he looked at the other party, made a smile that was uglier than crying, and said, "Abdul-Jabbar, thank you for your hard work." ”

"Is it hard?" the old housekeeper looked at him and smiled naturally: "People will always have some missions in life, and I should be glad that the mission in this life is very clear, never confused, and never slack."

I feel happy and never hard. ”

"Well, please help me take care of her. ”

The old butler shrugged his shoulders, the aristocratic elegance was gone, with some ease rarely seen in him, and only listened to him: "Isn't this what I should do? Mu En is a good boy, help him more, and also help this land, which belongs to the people of the Igor family." ”

Eliad also shrugged his shoulders and said, "Isn't that what I'm supposed to do!"

Looking at each other and smiling, the two were speechless, and the door closed again.

Inside the door.

Abdul-Jabbar began to inspect the house, closing the doors and windows, closing the temperature-controlled magic equipment, and carefully arranging the bedding for Lady Merry.

Finally, after confirming that it was correct, he took another futon, laid it out next to the rattan chair, sat down, took out a long-cherished bottle of potion from his bosom, twisted the mouth of the bottle, and drank it simply.

Then he closed the bottle again, put it in his pocket, smoothed his clothes, and lay down on his abdomen with his hands crossed.

At this moment, in a short time, gray-white lines began to flash on his skin, like rocks, but he did not seem to feel it, and turning his head, he slowly surveyed everything in the house, and paused for a long time in the 'sleeping' Madame Merry.

"Is it hard? No, it's my pleasure!"

With the last words, he closed his eyes, a smile on the corner of his mouth, but he couldn't breathe anymore.

Outside the door.

Eliad strode out, quickly, but more and more slowly, until at last he stopped and slid slowly against the wall, slumping limply to the ground.

He gasped like a fish out of water. Tears poured down from his eyes like rain, along his cheeks, across the ugly scars, and wet the corners of his clothes.

He seemed to see the inn, the room, the beautiful face, and the world's back.

At that moment, it was not Harvey who was excited, but also another immature wood elf boy.

He never expressed it, but never forgot it, until his face was red and his hair was white.

PS: This chapter, two in one, cannot be split.

In this chapter, I feel uncomfortable writing myself, but this may be what I want to write, not only the cool text, but also the character of each character, and the joys and sorrows of every life.