Eric looked at Hayes's departing back in the distance, and the thousands of thoughts rolling in him made his gaze seem particularly complicated and confused.

"After all these years, this habit of the lord has not changed at all...", he sighed softly.

As a full-time housekeeper called by the Gray Valley family in the name of honor, although he was not born into a famous family, he knows the truth that life and death depend on each other, and share honor and disgrace, and the voice of the lord, he often knows it quietly on the night of the full moon, inadvertently.

It is said that Hayes would leave the Stream of Tranquility every full moon night and when his heart was melancholy, and for many years, Eric would silently accompany him at this time, listening to him pour out his thoughts about Ruoya, and because of this, he also learned many valuable truths.

On every tear-jerking night of mourning, loyalty and pity would intertwine in his heart, and then spread through his eyes to the sky, until the eastern sky flashed with its bright white colors.

"But... Considering that Mrs. Rita's illness has worsened, it seems that I should not leave my post without permission at this moment...", however, his heart is full of contradictions and hesitations.

As the sky began to darken, the shadows of the trees and buildings became more and more intense, as if they were about to merge with their surroundings at any moment, and it was clear that the night was approaching and everything here would be silenced as a result.

Eric shook his head in annoyance, "I'm sorry to be missed, Hayes...", and without looking back, he turned around and began to walk in the opposite direction of Hayes.

Meanwhile, Hayes on the Grey Valley trail suddenly turned around in surprise.

"Don't you come along? I can't imagine that you care so much about my mother... Chamberlain. He seemed to understand what was going on, shook his head, and walked on.

"Indeed, you did the right thing. As long as I survive tonight, my mother will be seriously ill, and there will be a possibility of turning around..."

Eric's footsteps did not stop, but his heart was full of thoughts.

Ten years ago, Lord Ruoya passed away, and the raging stream carried her body to an invisible place, and people desperately tried to salvage it, but found nothing.

At that time, a gray valley, even the originally comfortable wind, seemed to be a merciless mockery from heaven.

At the same time, Joya's mother, Lady Rita, also fell ill shortly after, and is said to have contracted a strange disease called "monkey roar", but only the children of Hayes will know that this incident is very inevitably related to Joa's death.

The most cherished thing has become the most unfortunate, the kind Lady Rita, who has been devastated physically and mentally since then, after such a painful blow.

Today, she seems to have entered the age of the last years of the candle in advance.

Three days ago, a mysterious herb merchant from out of town suddenly announced to everyone here that only the full fruit of the "tree of life" at the end of the world could cure Mrs. Rita's illness once and for all. And here he is, there happens to be one.

He then took out a golden round fruit and sold it for a high price to the current lord of the Valley of Heroes: Viscount Hayes Grey Valley.

"This fruit of life is genuine, and it has a sweet taste. However, it is still necessary to mix other herbs to fully achieve the effect of saving people. And if it weren't, Madame's condition wouldn't last a few days. Beside Hayes, the well-informed Cloud Hunter carefully observed everything and spoke to the lord in no uncertain terms.

After that, the entire Valley of the Eagles waited for a miracle, and the gift of heaven seemed to be about to usher in the faith and praise of the mortal world.

And now this moment is a critical moment when herbal brewing is close to success.

Eric hurried to the herb room, where two guards armed with spears blocked his way.

"It's the butler, it's so late, what's the matter with coming here?" said one of them in a calm tone, and his tough expression made it clear that he was a reliable subordinate who was dutiful and dutiful.

"Has anyone been here in the time since the herbs were boiled until now?" said Eric, who didn't seem to be affected, but asked calmly.

"Returning to my lord, all the miscellaneous servants and helpers have been completely expelled, and according to the lord's arrangement, special personnel will come to deliver them after the boiling, but since the lord has taken the lead, we can only sincerely hope that you can pass the gospel of life to the heart of the seriously ill lady. With that, they moved out of the way, and Eric calmly entered the room.

The walls were lit with kerosene lamps, the material was old and mottled, the air was filled with the strange smell of a mixture of herbs, and in the middle of the house, a huge crucible was steaming like a round monster that was spitting gas.

"Transferring everyone away is obviously just in case, Hayes, is the center of mind so close before you know it?" he thought to himself, and then he reached out and lifted the lid of the pot.

However, at that moment, his breathing suddenly stopped.

The sudden appearance in front of me gave people the feeling of a goshawk falling into a quagmire, and the crystal was stained with dirt, ruthless and desperate, and enough to freeze all the blood that had once boiled. Eric's eyes widened, he gasped, his face was extremely surprised, as if what he had least wanted to happen had suddenly happened to him when he was unprepared, like the pouring of cold water from the sky.

He saw that all the carefully brewed potions in the crucible had disappeared completely at some point.

Only some thick bubbles left at the bottom of the pot remained, still "beeping" and rattling, which was indescribably annoying.

All the potions are missing. Mrs. Rita's life is in danger, and the fate of the fruit of life is also embarrassing to all those in the know.

Eric screamed helplessly, and the high-pitched voice attracted many of the guards guarding the castle, and then they saw the same situation as the butler.

"This can't be, I've been doing my best to keep the Guardian safe here, and I haven't noticed anyone approaching here!" one of the guards shouted incredulously.

"Butler, please cheer up!" another guard reached out to support Eric the butler, who was limp on the ground, and the breath on the tip of the latter's nose lingered like a gossamer.

"Immediately investigate the matter, look for the lord's return, and don't forget to tell him: I am not a traitor!"

Then he struggled to get up: "The current lord must be located on the bank of the 'Quiet Stream'. The guards followed the sound, and the atmosphere in the castle seemed dangerous and scorching.

Hold on! Mrs. Rita. We'll find a way to save you!" thought to Eric silently.

Also, who is it? Who is it, who would dare to commit such a crime! Why did he steal the sacred potion that was vital to the life and death of the Gray Valley family? The doubts in his heart overflowed, and countless figures that he came into contact with every day came to mind one by one, but he couldn't find the final result no matter what.

Could it be that ... My lord, there are times when the horse stumbles?, and he got up hastily, and hurried towards the miscellaneous quarters to the south of the castle.

On a full moon night, the complete light source casts a pure white glow, which makes the stream in front of people appear a little bright gold, and the bronze statue of Hayes Ash Valley stands on the side of the stream, looking at the slowly flowing sparkling water, as if to be able to discover the beautiful shadow that was once extremely cherished.

The moon and the stream, the light and the shadow, but never the love of the past, from now on the way to heaven will no longer be with you hand in hand.

The wind rustles by, and the quiet stream flows into the distance, no matter day or night, there is no end in sight.

Tears gradually moistened Hayes's eyes, so much so that he could only hold back his grief and bow slightly. He thought of someone who once said that there was a vast dream realm between the earth and the kingdom of heaven, and now how should I pass through it?

He covered his face, but suddenly noticed something important, and he realized that the human being on the side of the stream at this moment did not seem to be the only one.

In the woods by the stream, there was a sudden rustling sound, and the reflection in the moonlight also showed a chaotic pitch black.

Hayes pricked up his ears, and he was keenly aware that a figure of unknown origin was getting closer and closer to him.

Then he looked closely, and saw a thin figure with an unrecognizable dress and face, who had quietly come to the bank of the stream in the dark curtain, and at the same time, in the originally fresh air, there was a sudden pungent and strange smell of medicinal soup.

What was in his hands? And the smell of this decoction... As if he had suddenly discovered something, Hayes rushed towards the black shadow, and at the same time the black shadow released the package in his hand, and then a large amount of orange-red potion in the package was poured into the stream. The sound of "Sisi" also sounded at the same time, and a burst of green smoke appeared on the water surface in an instant.

Hayes's figure swept by like an eagle, speeding towards the mysterious person a hundred meters away. At the same time, the black shadow gradually raised his head, but his gray-brown gaze was not alarmed, he just stayed quietly in place, as if he had finally done a light thing.

The lord arrived in an instant, and reached out to subdue it in one fell swoop.

However, he was just motionless, and even looked up at the sky unexpectedly. It wasn't until Hayes twisted his arm that he reacted and realized the unfavorable situation in front of him.

"Who dares to go in and out of the Valley of the Eagle with impunity!and, where did you get this bag of potion?" asked Hayes, as if sensing something.

The black shadow's body trembled, and he looked up at the lord, the potion in the bag had been completely poured into the stream. At the same time, Hayes recognized his identity in an instant.

"Pol! It's you! So, the potion you just poured into the water, could it be—" A hint of horror flashed in his expression, and then he lifted Bol's thin body with ease, and the footsteps of the guards in the castle began to gather towards the stream.