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On a long table made of precious pear wood, several candlesticks burned arm-thick candles, and the light of the flame dispelled the darkness in the room.

On the table were polished silver plates with semicircular lids, and on one side of the table sat a gray-haired old woman, with delicate makeup, and meticulous care of the corners of her eyes and eyebrows.

The whole room was silent, and there was not a single servant, but the old woman sat there, staring at the table in a daze, her eyes glazed, her skin pale and bloodless, and her expression could barely be concealed.

Crunch!

The door opened, and Jabbar led Muen in, the sound of riding boots colliding with the ground awakened the old woman's consciousness, and she looked up, her eyes swept over the butler, and settled on Muen's body.

Mu En also looked around for the first time, as a family with a long enough history, it can be seen just from the layout in this room, the mottled corners, the old murals, and the simplicity of the long table all seem to tell the vicissitudes of a long time.

And when his eyes were fixed on the old woman's face, from the charm and demeanor of the corner of the eye, he could vaguely see her beautiful face when she was young, even at this moment, her every move had an indescribable elegance and dignity.

There is no doubt that the other party is a professional, although the strength does not seem to be strong, but the kind of breath in the blood cannot be faked, but Mu En can also clearly feel a kind of dead air, some like the withered breath that a professional has when he enters the final stage, when his blood is exhausted and his vitality passes.

But on closer inspection, he felt that there seemed to be something different.

To be honest, the professionals on the Viku Continent pay attention to the battlefield of death, horse leather shroud, even if they are going to die, most of them like to carry weapons and horses, join a war, and fight but die.

They see it as a shame to die in a hospital bed, so there are really not many who are really willing to live to the limit of their lives and decay quickly in the last year.

Jabbar walked quickly behind the old woman, and whispered a few words in her ear, with Mu En's ear, he could naturally hear clearly, he was talking about those who followed the thieves, and when the old woman heard it, her eyebrows raised slightly, and a touch of fierceness flashed in her eyes.

At such a moment, Mu En had a feeling that the other party was definitely a decisive character when he was young.

"You're Mu En, aren't you?" the old woman was the first to speak, and after greeting her, she pointed to the chair beside her and said, "Come, sit here, get closer."

The old woman is old, her ears are not good, the distance is far away, and she can't hear what she says!"

Mu En didn't talk nonsense, walked closer, sat down on a chair next to the old woman, and said, "May I ask if you are Madame Merry?"

It seems that because of the distance and the chaos on the Atlantic continent, the information that Muen can get about the Rose Collar is actually not much, and most of it is historical.

Therefore, he knew very little about the current situation of the Rose Collar, and only knew that the current Grand Duke of Igor was called Harvey Igor, who was a second-order pinnacle warrior who succeeded to the position of head of the family for more than sixty years, and his wife, whom he met when he was young and adventurous, was not a child of a noble family, but she was also a second-order professional.

"Lady Merry?!" the old woman smiled and said, "It seems like a long time ago the last time I was called like that. You can call me Madame, I have been married to Harvey for almost fifty years, and I have lived in this castle for fifty years, and everyone calls me Madame. ”

"Ma'am. Mu En called out very obediently, but said, "Please forgive me for not knowing much, the information given by the academy is incomplete, but I seem to remember that you have elven blood, or a second-order professional?"

"That's right. The old woman slightly ruffled the hair from her ears, revealing her ears that were slightly sharper than ordinary people, and put them down again, "You want to ask, since I have elven blood and am a second-order professional, why am I so old?"

Have you ever heard of what it means to 'mourn more than to die'?"

It has been scientifically proven that if a person is in a situation of extreme grief, it is extremely harmful to the body. And in this world, the same is true.

Even if the vitality of a professional can be supported for a long time, the spiritual dullness and despair are enough to make people fall into a situation of near death.

Looking at Mu En's silence, the old woman herself continued: "I met Harvey and Weimo, that year, he was still just a professional, and he secretly went out on an adventure alone, with the arrogance and arrogance of the nobles, he broke into a magic cave without knowing the height of the sky, and was almost made a snack by a group of eight-clawed beauty spiders.

That's when I saved his life, but what I didn't expect was that since then, he has been pestering me.

At that time, I didn't have the slightest affection for him, a man who was much younger than you and seemed very naïve in everything, I didn't feel it in my heart.

Moreover, he is still a nobleman, please allow my prejudice, at that time I thought that the aristocracy would only do some things to bully men and women.

But he was like that, so that I could see his kindness, his responsibility, his fearlessness, and in addition to the glory that his surname brought him, he would still be a respectable person. ”

The old man seemed to like to reminisce, because it was their prime years, and the old woman who was caught up in the memories seemed to have a glow on her face.

But Mu En had to sigh silently and said softly: "I'm sorry!"

Two years ago, after the Great Demon Tide came, the Warcraft set off a siege frenzy, and the Grand Duke Harvey rushed to the front line with the legion as soon as possible, and the northernmost part of the Rose Territory, the Iron Furnace Fortress under the Dark Moon Mountain Range, although it finally resisted the tide of the Warcraft, but the Grand Duke Igor died in the siege of several extraordinary Warcraft.

"Rights and obligations are equal, since the Igor family is the lord of the Rose Domain, they should naturally come forward at this time, Harvey has been protecting the territory all his life, and even if he dies on the battlefield at this time, he will die a well-deserved death. The old woman smiled bitterly: "But I really didn't expect that this is just the beginning."

I had six children for Harvey in my life, and I thought it was enough, but I never thought it was still enough.

After my husband died in battle, my eldest son naturally inherited the dukedom, but in only two months he died in the ogre rebellion, then the second son, who died a month later in the rebellion against the evil orcs, and the third son, who died in the rebellion of a mob, who had succeeded in convincing the mob to surrender, but one of them had plunged a weapon into his chest from behind.

Then the fourth son, the fifth son, they all died, died in one kind of war or another.

Can you imagine?

In two years, I lost five sons and my husband in quick succession, what kind of feeling was that? How did I get over? ”

Mu En didn't know what to say anymore, the bleakest thing in life was that the white-haired person sent the black-haired person, and at this time he already understood what the other party meant when he said 'mourning is greater than heart death'.

But he couldn't comfort the other party, or rather, at this time, any comforting words had pale and weak.

"Peter, my last child, he is so kind, so young, he has not yet tried the taste of love, he has not felt the pain of longing, and he has to carry the burden of the family.

How I feared that misfortune would happen to him, but that could not prevent him from taking on the responsibilities of the Igor family, and I wished to have all the guards by his side, but he was assassinated.

I stayed by his side, watched him emaciate, watched the toxin eat away at his body little by little, watched him cry out in pain, how I wanted to end his life directly, but I couldn't make up my mind.

Can you understand the sorrow of a mother watching her child die a little bit of her own?"

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