The days when I helped the protagonist come to power [System]

Ersey finally convinces Shin.

Oh no, it's only half-convinced specifically - Shin agrees to assist him, but only if he's alone.

"Your Highness Erxi, you cannot go to that world." Xin insisted, "If you want to go, I alone is enough."

Erxi didn't quite understand why Sin, like Charlie, strongly objected when he mentioned going to that world, but after Altos and the others knew about it, they also tried their best to ask him to stay, and finally Erxi had no choice but to give up. .

Unable to go out in person, Erxi went to do the "logistics work" with peace of mind. He and Xin confirmed some details, and arranged for Altos and the others one by one the resettlement tasks after the arrival of the soul. After everything was ready, "the soul "Extradition" plan officially started.

***

I don't know when it started, but that weird legend began to spread among the human and devil races.

In the formerly bustling Terran tavern, although it is also overcrowded now, everyone no longer speaks loudly and unscrupulously, and deliberately lowers their voices during the chat, and each expression is not as relaxed and willful as before, but trembling, even face-to-face. Lu frightened.

"It's true, the messenger of the dead really exists!" A big man surrounded by several people took a sip of ale, and his pale face finally became a little rosy under the moisture of the alcohol, which also made him puff up. more courage.

"Just last night, when I was keeping vigil for my aunt who had been widowed all her life and died of illness, then...then I saw that thing!" The people around them all held their breath.

"That must be the gate of hell... I saw it slowly open beside my aunt's coffin, and there were all kinds of horrific screams and desperate wailings, and then a vague shadow floated out of the door !" The big man wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and gestured with his hand, "Although I can't see clearly, it must be the messenger of the dead! He is holding a scythe as long as it is in his hand, and the Death Scythe in the album. It's exactly the same! He hooked it lightly with that death scythe, and I saw my aunt's ghost floating out of the coffin..."

Everyone gasped, and many of them poured alcohol into their mouths, as if they couldn't sit here calmly if they didn't do so.

"Oh, my aunt's ghost is what she looked like when she was young, so beautiful and dignified... No, no, what I want to say is that the messenger of the dead just touched the door with his finger, and my aunt's ghost is like a curse, Floating unsteadily into the gates of hell...then...then the undead messenger suddenly glanced at me! God, I will never forget that moment, just one glance, I felt like I was stuck in the neck, completely I couldn't breathe, the blood all over my body seemed to have turned into ice water, it was so cold that I shivered..."

The big man straightened his eyes as he spoke, as if he was still engrossed in the horrific scene last night, unable to return to his senses for a long time.

"You're lucky you weren't taken with you, and you're still sitting here, Rock." A tall, thin man with a goatee squeezed in and joined the conversation, "Hey, you've heard about the The gravekeeper of the town, the one-eyed Roz?"

Many people nodded immediately.

"The latest news," the thin and tall man lowered his voice, "he is dead, he died in the cemetery last night, and when he was found this morning, his body was stiff!"

"Impossible?!" Someone exclaimed, "I, when I went to visit my grandmother's grave last week, I saw him... Roz has always been in good health!"

"Idiot, the one-eyed Roz didn't die of illness, but was taken away by the messenger of the dead!" The thin and tall man said convincingly, "Don't you all know about the undead incident in the cemetery that was rumored a while ago? The messenger of the dead Appearing in the cemetery at midnight, awakening all the sleeping undead, let them line up and walk into the gate of hell one by one... From my point of view, Roz must have been unlucky enough to run into him again, and in the end he was regarded as an undead. It was taken!"

Everyone immediately showed fearful expressions, and the timid ones began to pour wine into their mouths again and again.

"It's terrible... It's terrible..." Someone murmured, "This is really the arrival of the god of death. Not only will the dead not be spared, but have they started to attack the living? This time it's Luoz, then, next time ...will it be our turn??"

"Can't just sit here and wait to die?" The other person was about to cry, "Roz is a well-known kind-hearted person, he can't escape, can we still live?"

"If, if I go to the temple to pray, will it be useful?" Suddenly someone said, "The god who protects us now is not the reincarnation of the god of the underworld? The messenger of the dead brought his people into hell privately, and he completely Don't you care?"

Suddenly, there was a strange silence in the small circle that had been discussing a lot.

"...Why do I suddenly feel that the messenger of the undead might, might have been sent by Lord Hades?" A person stammered.

"I, I also feel like... Didn't the priests of the temple just say that this new god is different from the God of Light and is in charge of death? Those who don't believe in him will all be cruelly punished by death..."

"Shhh! Are you crazy! How dare you mention the word 'God of Light'! Do you want to be labeled as a cultist?!" Someone immediately shouted in panic, "You forgot that those who were in the temple three years ago How miserable are the diehards?!"

People who have been in the tavern all year round are very clear about which topics are absolutely taboo, and soon someone forcibly changed the topic, and warned and hinted at each other with their eyes, and absolutely never mentioned any topic about the new god of the temple here.

***

Horstburg School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.On the hillside of the back mountain.

When Cecil climbed to the top of the slope, there happened to be a refreshing gust of wind, which made him squint his eyes involuntarily.The white bouquet he held in his hand swayed gently in the wind, exuding a faint fragrance.

The season that just entered summer was the most pleasant time for Horsdarburg, and it was also Cehir's favorite season.Although he has graduated for two years, no matter how busy he is, he will always take the time to go back to Horst Castle School of Magic at this time - not only to visit his old teacher, but also to mourn his former best friend here.

Going straight along the path on the top of the mountain, you will see the sea of ​​flowers. In the middle of the sea of ​​flowers, there is a cemetery surrounded by white fences.There are dozens of black tombstones, large and small. Among the dead, there are teachers and students. They all died of various accidents or diseases during school, but they could not be buried in their hometown after death, so the school officials A monument is erected here to commemorate.

This cemetery is not big, and you can see it all when you look up.As soon as Cecil walked into the cemetery with ease, he was a little surprised to find that someone had already arrived before the two tombstones that were close together that he was going to pay homage to.

That was not a strange figure from the back, Cecil walked over and called out softly.

"Teacher Xiu Geyin?"

The blue-haired man who had been staring at the tombstone in front of him turned his head and saw the person in front of him clearly. He was stunned for a moment, and then showed a gentle smile.

"Student Cecil, you are here again."

Although the other party has graduated two years ago, Shugeyin still used the title of "classmate" habitually. Cehir didn't feel disgusted by this, and even felt that this title was very kind.

"I come here every year at this time." Cecil nodded and smiled faintly, "Isn't it the same for Teacher Xiu Geyin?"

"Actually, I just came here last week." Hugh turned to look at the name engraved on the tombstone: "But I met Mr. Winnie and his daughter Miss Lilia in the city yesterday. They couldn't enter the college to express their condolences, so they Please let me bring flowers to Er."

Cecil sighed: "They also always remember Er... If Er knows their intentions, he should be very relieved."

"Maybe...Of course, maybe he will wave his hand impatiently, saying that sending flowers is too nasty, too much of a move or something."

"Haha, with that guy's character, it's really possible to say that." Cecil couldn't help laughing.

Compared with the shock and grief when he first heard the news of his friend's death, with the passage of time, he can finally accept the fact calmly now, even occasionally recalling the past time when we got along, although there is still a shadow of sadness in his heart, but It is more of a kind of warm nostalgia and peaceful remembrance.

Cecil bent down and solemnly placed a bouquet of flowers in his arms in front of Er's tomb, then walked to another tombstone next to him, and placed the second bouquet of flowers in front of the tombstone - the inscription on this tombstone The name is "Hei Luo Mi".

Compared with the bouquets piled full of flowers in front of Er's tomb, Heluomi's side was much deserted, with only a single bouquet presented by Cecil.Obviously, after five years, there are still very few people who still miss this person, and there are very few people who come to mourn him on a regular basis.

Sometimes recalling the past, Cecil always felt: Hei Luomi is actually very strange.

He obviously doesn't seem that difficult to get along with, at least he is more approachable than Xin Lai, but somehow, everyone just can't get close to him, so except for Er, this person has never had any special friends.Back then, the college went to find Hei Luomi's relatives for his burial, but found nothing. The only clue that he knew was that he seemed to have been an abandoned baby and lived in an orphanage in a remote town for a while. The situation is not clear.

Because there was nowhere to place her, the college could only bury Hei Luomi in the college's cemetery—it was said to be a burial, but in fact there was no body under the tombstone at all.There was an accident when the holy son was selected in the temple. Most of the students who entered the secret realm of the holy light were killed. Afterwards, the bodies of the victims were all found. Only the remains of E, Hei Luomi, and Xin were never found. In the end, a fortune teller was asked to ask for divination, and it was confirmed that the three people were indeed dead, and their deaths were officially pronounced.

Xin's tomb is in the cemetery of the Taloya family; Er is alone, and was buried in the college cemetery by Shugeyin, the original recommender; , was buried here at the behest of Zeqi.

Cecil stared at Heromi's tombstone for a long time, probably seeing his depression, Shugeyin comforted him softly.

"Being able to be buried with E, if the child knows something underground, he should be very pleased."

can you?Cecil thought.

...probably.

Unlike the gossip that had been raging in the academy back then, he had personally witnessed how obsessed He Luomi was with Er.For him, that person is his only friend, the only mentor in his life, and the love he pursues with all his enthusiasm and desire.

To be buried with that person seems to be a good ending for Hei Luomi, but...but...

"But, as expected, it's better to be alive." Cecil murmured.

"Even if we can't be together alive, I still think...it's better than being together after death, because only when we're alive can we have hope and more possibilities, right?"

But those who rest in peace have no way to give an answer, just like Cecil will never know: What happened in the holy light secret realm of the temple?What kind of disaster is it that can make the three strongest people in his mind embark on a journey of no return?

"Teacher Xiugeyin, have you heard the strange talk that is raging in the city?" Cecil asked suddenly, "They said that there is an undead messenger who can call back the souls of the dead."

Shugeyin nodded: "I heard, what's the matter?"

"Do you think that's true?"

Huge was silent for a while, then shook his head.

"I don't know either." He suddenly sighed, "But it would be great if it really existed."

Cecil was slightly taken aback. When the two looked at each other, he saw the same thoughts as himself in the man's eyes——

If there really were undead messengers, and if the undead of those three people could be summoned, they might be able to ask themselves: Er, Heluomi, Xin, what happened to you all those years ago?

***

After the tomb sweeping was over, Cecil and Shugein walked out of the cemetery together.

When pushing open the small door of the white fence, Cecil suddenly froze for a moment, turned around and glanced back.

"What's wrong?" Shugeyin asked curiously.

Cecil didn't answer, but looked back suspiciously a few more times.Although there was no one in the cemetery except him and Xiu Geyin, for some reason, he always felt...as if someone just passed him by.

"……fine."

Thinking that he might be too sensitive, Cecil shrugged, stepped forward again, and walked out of the cemetery with Hugein.

However, Cecil didn't know——

When he and Shugeyin had completely walked out of the sea of ​​flowers on the top of the slope, a strange wind suddenly blew up in the silent cemetery.

This gust of breeze came from the sea of ​​flowers, with a rich fragrance of flowers, gently blew across the entire cemetery, and finally lingered in front of the tombstone full of bouquets.The breeze gently stirred the bouquet that Cecil had just put down, and a pure white petal fluttered down under the breeze.

But the petals did not fall to the ground, a hand suddenly stretched out and gently caught the pure white petal.

I don't know when this person appeared, it seems that he just appeared out of nowhere, and it seems that he has always been here.The breeze lifted the black hair on the man's forehead, revealing a pair of deep black eyes.He silently stared at the tombstone in front of him, his slender fingers touched the name engraved on the tombstone, and stroked lightly.

"Should I see you?" he whispered softly.

"I've endured it for three years. Should I...continue to endure it?"