Abbot's interior at the top of the obelisk

On the disc-shaped table in the room, only one candle was lit, dripping with hot candle tears, and the cold wind seemed unwilling to be locked out of the window, intermittently and forcefully tapping on the window frame.

The fireplace was not lit, so it was a little dry and cold, and the whole space was shrouded in dim light, filled with the pungent smell of burning candles. The branches and leaves of the cypress trees by the door are slightly yellow, and they are hanging weakly, but the shadows in the candlelight are swaying with great vitality, and the dance is disturbing.

Dean Benedict picked up the brass teapot, poured himself a cup of boiled water, took another porcelain cup from the closet, and held it up in the direction of the sand:

"What do you want to drink? Coffee and milk are on the restricted list, there are only tea leaves and boiling water. ”

"Plain water, add a little salt. Archduke Cromwell sat on the sand with his staff in both hands, and did not lift his eyelids as he spoke.

"It's all a handful of bones, and this weird habit hasn't changed at all. ”

The old dean sighed slightly, took out a plate of salt from the drawer, sprinkled a few grains in the cup, poured a full cup and handed it over: "From the evening to the present, you haven't said a word, what are you thinking about?"

"On this occasion, I met Maximian's grandson. ”

The old duke seemed to be so caught up in some kind of memory that he forgot to reach for the cup of salted water, and his beard trembled a few times:

"The silhouette was almost identical to that of his time, and the moment the boy entered the door, I almost thought that he had come back to me, if it were not for a few black stripes. ”

"Maximilian, no wonder," Benedict shook the cup in front ......of his eyes, placed it lightly on the coffee table, and suddenly raised an eyebrow:

"No, if Arei is that man's grandson, his rank should never be that of a berserker. ”

"Hmph. Cromwell squeezed a nasal voice out of his chest, and he said in an angry tone:

"It's not a good son he is used to raising, he is afraid of pain and tiredness, so he doesn't inherit the family business of Nuoda, so he has to go to business. It's just a business, and it's a failure...... This useless thing! The inheritance was cut off, the family property was ruined, and a thousand-year-old famous family was tossed and swallowed. ”

The old dean took a sip of tea and said slowly: "I can't say that, if he is at ease as a gentleman, the family property will not be defeated so quickly." ”

"Therefore, as a man, I am most afraid of devoting myself to a field that I am not good at, if I can break my wrist at a critical time, it can be saved, and the worst thing is the kind of fool who is obsessed with death!"

Benedict laughed dumbly and said, "Fools who can't come to their senses even to death?"

"......" the old duke choked at him, opened his mouth several times, and then said faintly:

"Perhaps, the biggest regret in my life is that I didn't get the horse leather shroud and die on the battlefield, but I lived to this age, and I can only watch myself get old a little bit. ”

"Hundreds of battles, glory to return to the hometown, children and grandchildren around the knees, enjoy the old age...... How many people are willing to work hard all their lives, but they can't ask for it...... Be content. ”

The old dean put down the cup and looked out the window: "Besides...... Maybe there's a chance for you to be in real personhood again. ”

"What did you say!"

Cromwell straightened up suddenly, a sharp spark bursting from his eyes, and with a crunch, the iron rod sank into the floor an inch deep.

"So far, there's nothing to hide. Benedict stared into his eyes and said slowly:

"The reason why we're isolated here, and facing so many monster attacks, is obviously being dragged into some kind of enclosed space.

But with his own strength, he wants to isolate the exclusion of the entire Atlasu, and Mistetin in the victorious period may still have a chance...... With the current corpse of the dead soul, even if there is an egg of lies, it is absolutely impossible. ”

"What do you mean?"

"Of course, it's the blessing of the Origin World, the Sea of Trees World has lost its guardian, and Mistetin wants to return to the Overworld, isn't it an obvious fact?"

"In other words, that strange egg of lies has fallen into Misterine's hands?" the old duke's eyes narrowed, and his eyebrows rose one by one:

"Look at this you have done, strictly speaking, this is the enemy of capital!

"Ahem...... This is not the time to hold accountable. The dean seemed to have choked on the tea, and his face was red and white, and he was uncertain.

"I see!" Cromwell's eyes lit up suddenly, his facial muscles trembled uncontrollably, his hands trembled with excitement, and it took a long time for him to shout:

"You mean ......!"

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion outside the door, like waves in the ocean, mixed with cheers and weeping, and one after another came into the room.

"Jehein, what's going on out there?" Benedict flickered with joy as he walked quickly to the door, vaguely guessing something.

A few seconds later, a deep middle-aged male voice came from outside the door:

"Your Excellency, it is the students of the Third District, and Second Chair Arley Bernstein has returned with them, and everyone is celebrating, which seems to be a little out of line...... Do you need a little bit of restrictions?"

"It's okay, let them go. The old dean looked much more relaxed, was silent for a few seconds, and then asked:

"How many are back?"

"Three thousand one hundred and sixteen. The middle-aged man's voice was much lower, and his voice was a little hoarse.

"Got it...... Stand down. Benedict's expression was calm, and the light and shadow of the candle swayed slightly on the side of his face, revealing a taste of decay and loneliness.

"Half back. He staggered to the edge of his seat, and sat down with his legs a little stiff: "We lost nearly five thousand students before and after...... I have a responsibility that cannot be shirked!"

"The blood debt must be paid by blood!"

Cromwell jerked his iron rod deep into the ground, his eyes flashing with unquenchable rage, and his teeth rattled like an enraged lion:

"In the name of the ancestors of the Tudor dynasties, the scorching wind will blow the desolate sea of trees, and its living will become corpses, not to mention living beings, not even the lowest microbes!"

"The temper is still as hot as it was back then. A trace of worry appeared on the old dean's old face: "I'm more worried about your physical ...... than this."

"Decaying wood, what is there to worry about. ”

Rossevia's former general, the highly decorated Iron-Blooded Grand Duke, raised his staff and pointed to the candle that was about to burn out, but it became more and more dazzling:

"To be like it, before it goes out, shines the hottest light, it is a supreme blessing to me. ”

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