Verse 14 Story

After some time, a stout man appeared in a brown embroidered gold gown. Although Ashrufat didn't know him, from the other party's majestic movements, from the look in his eyes that looked at all beings, he could see that this was an official, and he was the kind of official in an important position.

"Who is he?" Ashruphat asked someone close to him in a whisper.

"Farod, the sheriff of the city. The man replied.

It turned out that the sheriff was among the invited guests—but that wasn't surprising.

"Guys," Falot began. "I've just examined the body of the Yala Knight. He said loudly. "The servants heard strange noises, so they informed me as soon as possible. Everybody. He looked around, "It's a tragedy, it's an accident." ”

A middle-aged man stood up, and judging by his excited look, he must be related to the dead Yara. "What the hell is going on? My nephew died, and you said it was a suicide — and now you say it was an accident! Was it a suicide or an accident?"

"Suicide was also an accident. Falot replied. "I examined the body and there was no sign of a third party. The reason for the death of the knight of Yara was that a short sword pierced his head, but the short sword was in his own hand. ”

"Or maybe after killing someone, you put the short sword in his hand. The crowd didn't know who was screaming.

"With my years of experience, this is impossible. Because his hand was tightly gripping the hilt of his sword. Falot replied loudly. "If a person dies, then his body will slowly relax, and his hands will never be able to clench a second time. The criminal could break the dead man's hand and shove the sword in, but no one could get the dead man's hand to hold the sword tightly again. ”

"It was evident that Mr. Yarra had come into the garden alone for some reason, and that he had a sword in his hand, and he was holding it up. I think it might have been for a poetic inspiration, or to recreate a scene from an opera – but unfortunately, he fell and fell to the ground. As a result, in this accident, his short sword pierced his own head...... Before I got back here, I immediately asked the coachmen and grooms at the door. According to the testimony of several individuals, the sword was indeed Yara's own, and that he had taken it out of the saddlebag and carried it into the ballroom himself. ”

Falot raised his voice. "As I said, it was an accident, and it can only be attributed to suicide. ”

The sheriff's voice was confident, and his logic was unassailable, and the middle-aged gentleman had to shut up, and the hall was silent. Only a handful of people were whispering.

Many people looked at Baron Raoul with sympathy. It was supposed to be such a festive dance party, but it was disrupted by an unlucky prodigal.

"I'm sorry, Lord Baron. Because of my duty, I had to organize the manpower to collect the body and deliver it to his relatives at once. ”

The venerable sheriff finished his speech and left. Baron Raoul came to the crowd with some embarrassment, apologized, and declared the ball to be over, for after a short time the body would have to be carried out of his mansion, and the guests who had come to the ball would not want to see it. Besides, after hearing the bad news, everyone didn't have the heart to dance anymore.

As he left with the two sisters, he suddenly felt someone watching him. He immediately noticed Lyle in the crowd. From the clothes in which Lyle was dressed, he could tell that this man was one of the people who had attacked him in the garden, and his eyes were a mixture of fear and hatred. However, when Lyle realized that he had been discovered, he immediately turned his head away and left with the flow of people.

Looks...... As if things are not that simple. Ashrufat told himself in his heart.

......

He led his men along the streets.

The sky seemed to be ablaze, and fierce battles were taking place in every corner of the city. However, no amount of resistance can stop the victors from moving forward. He was on his way, his men following closely behind, and a skirmish in the street ahead blocked his path......

Ashrufat jerked over and sat up. It took him a few seconds before he realized that he was lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling of the room.

Dreaming...... It's such a dream again...... He wiped his forehead, but fortunately there was no sweat on it.

Ever since he was attacked that night, he's been having all sorts of weird dreams for the past few days. His own heart vaguely knew the reason for his nightmare, and it was because he had been attacked, life-threatening and hostile, so that a part of his inner self that had been latent was alive again.

He shook his head, shaking the superfluous thoughts out of his mind. Then he noticed that it was not early, and the smell of cooking breakfast was already coming from the kitchen. He knew by smell alone, and breakfast consisted of boiled eggs, corn, and beans. Ashrufat smiled, these days, the two sisters' table seems to be very frugal.

Today is the day of the doctor's visit. Although Ashrufat felt that his body had almost recovered, the old doctor had emphasized the last time that he had to make a final diagnosis. Only in this way can his physical condition be determined and whether there are any sequelae left. Ashrufat wasn't sure whether the "sequelae" the doctor was referring to was physical or mental. But he found a book on the manor that said that near-death experiences can be intensely traumatic. Many people will eventually recover physically, but they will be left with eternal damage mentally. The book also cites the example of mercenaries. Even if the mercenaries have been retired, in a completely peaceful external environment, they often unconsciously put themselves in the passion of battle and pose a great threat to others around them.

The venerable doctor was really punctual, he arrived exactly at the appointed time, and did not spend too much time saying polite words, and quickly plunged into a meticulous physical examination. Specifically, he told Ashrufat to take off his shirt and used a short cork stick to knock Ashrufat all over his body.

"How does your neck feel?"

"It doesn't hurt at all. Ashrufat replied. The doctor's expression looked a little surprised—he had seen the man so badly injured that his whole body stiffened like a corpse. But now, in just two or three months, the man's body has completely returned to normal. Not only that, but he also recovered his physical strength very well. It's nothing short of a miracle.

"Try the back again. The doctor advised, "Do one of these movements." He gestured.

Ashrufat did as he was told. It's not difficult, and there's nothing special about it. But the doctor was amazed. "It's incredible......" he stabbed Ashrufat in the back with a small stick. "It doesn't hurt at all, does it feel sore, or something else?"

"Not at all. Ashrufat replied. "There was no other feeling. ”

"The joints also didn't have any effect. The doctor was satisfied. "I congratulate you, child, you are fully healthy and I really don't have much more to say. ”

He put the stick back in his box, then pulled out a pen and paper and began to take notes. "Your body has been very well trained, and maybe that's why you're getting back to health so quickly. ”

"Am I fully recovered?" Ashrufat asked.

"Yes, physically, my child, you are fully recovered. The doctor replied with a smile. "Memory...... As I told you before, it was all up to the gods' verdict, not a little mortal doctor like me. ”

"This ......," Ashruphat muttered for a moment, and finally decided to say it. "Doctor, there are some things I don't know whether to talk about or not. ”

"You can trust my professional experience. The doctor stopped his pen and looked at Ashrufat.

"I've recently ...... It's all dreaming...... I mean, I'm all having the same dream. ”

"Dreaming is normal in itself. The doctor replied. "I mean, there's a lot of documentation that says that people who have lost their memories are particularly prone to dreaming, and their dreams are actually real, and they're all things that happened in the past. Why, kid, is there something bothering you?"

"What I dreamed about...... There are many ...... Mostly war. ”

The doctor nodded. "They say you're a mercenary. He said.

"But there are some ...... In fact, most of them, are impossible. ”

"How is it impossible?"

"There are some fragments of dreams...... It's all some non-human war. It's something that has nothing to do with humans...... Do you know the Ratman?"

"I've heard of it. They are said to be intelligent beings from the Underworld. ”

"In my dreams, I had a clear dream that I was with a lot of nezumi...... A lot...... A lot. In the Underworld Realm," Ashruphat hesitated, but spoke out after a moment's hesitation. "In the dream, I saw that I had a long tail. ”

"You dreamed that you became a nezumi?"

"It's not becoming...... But...... In that dream, I was a rat man. There are many similar dreams, just of a different type. ”

The doctor nodded. "Mr. Aeshurufat. He suddenly changed to an extremely solemn tone. "It can really confuse a person. But I thought maybe I could tell you a few true stories. It's not really a story, it's just a few cases that I have personally experienced and heard from friends in the same industry. ”

"I once met such a patient...... I beg my pardon for not being able to name him...... In short, he, like you, was unconscious for several days on end because of an accident. However, with the blessing of the gods, he finally defeated the god of death and woke up. At this time, his family noticed something very strange - he suddenly spoke with an accent from other places. ”

"Accent?"

"Yes, a special accent that doesn't belong to his hometown at all. This kind of thing is easy to identify. Ordinary people may not know the way, but as a doctor, I used to travel everywhere. So I could hear the accent of a faraway place, a distant city that the patient had never been. Because I spent a year in that city, I was able to confirm that I couldn't be mistaken. But that's about it. Aside from the change in accent, nothing else unusual happened to him. ”