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Oreas held Abner's hand, "Don't be afraid."

"I'm not afraid." Abner glanced at Oreas' big hand.

Oreas rubbed his head and said, "This place is filled with the chaotic memories of the undead's life."

Abner stared carefully at the gray smoke, and could vaguely see some blurred human faces. Another layer of smoke quickly covered them, the faces were distorted, and a complete figure appeared faintly.

"My lords, it's a mess."

Oreas chuckled, let go of Abner's hand, and then opened his hands slightly, as if holding an invisible sphere in the air. Soon there seemed to be a strong cohesive force in the palms of both hands, and the surrounding Smoke is drawn in.The distance between the two hands gradually widened, and the cohesion became stronger and stronger. The black smoke automatically gathered into a thick twisted flower, and was quickly sucked into the transparent sphere.Soon the gray in front of his eyes became lighter and lighter, and for a moment, Abner saw the bright scenery that should have been there.

Suddenly, the sphere quickly spit out a thick black smoke, and the smoke dispersed instantly, covering the scenery again.

"This is the memory after sorting out, come on."

Oreas led Abner forward, and the smoke soon overwhelmed them. Abner's eyes were bright white, and he walked into the memory of the undead.

A handsome and pale man sat on a gorgeous high chair with an eagle engraved on it. His long blond hair reached his shoulders. He was as thin as a sharp knife. The corners of his eyes drooped slightly. The moment he raised his eyes, he was full of melancholy.

"Ah, it's Nero? Duke Margeri!" Abner exclaimed.

When he was a child, he followed Sean to meet the Duke a few times. Every time Sean saw the Duke, he lost his arrogance and kept acting coquettishly, as if he had changed himself. The Duke would also hug Sean and kiss him Forehead and cheeks, grey-blue eyes full of smiles.Embarrassing Abner who was standing aside.

But he had never seen such a melancholy duke.

The Duke drank the last sip of wine in the glass, stood up from the chair while leaning on the armrest, staggered slightly, and left the reception room.Abner and Aureas followed the Duke, they walked through the long corridor, the walls were covered with gorgeous brocades, and the floor was covered with carpets of low-key colors, Abner only felt that this place was strange, he glanced at Behind him, he saw the Yufu Building where he lived, and he realized that it was at the top of the Silver Pagoda.Because Abner's identity is not enough, he has never been here.Unexpectedly, in other people's memories, he wandered to a place that he didn't even dare to think about. He raised his eyebrows and was in a good mood.

The Duke's steps were heavy and slow, and the speed of the two following behind was also extremely slow.

Abner soon became bored, raised his head and introduced to Aureas: "This Duke Nero Margeri is Sean's uncle. For some reason three years ago, he suddenly became addicted to alcohol. Died of alcohol poisoning, otherwise he would be the current king."

Oreas did not express his opinion, but continued to listen to Abner: "The relationship between Sean and his uncle is closer than that of a father and son. If you ask me, His Majesty the King doesn't love Sean very much at all. What he cares about most is Xiao En." Did En give him face? All kings, Xiao En must be the most aggrieved His Royal Highness in Silver Bow City."

"Ah, he stopped." Abner saw the Duke's back pause, and the Duke suddenly turned to look at the corridor.

"He won't be able to see us?" Abner asked Oreas nervously.

Oreas smiled, "No, even if you sing here, he won't be able to hear you."

Sure enough, the Duke looked closely at the end of the corridor through the figures of the two, then clenched his fists tightly, and hurried to where his eyes were looking.The two followed immediately.

After reaching the end, the Duke hurried up the corridor that turned right, and then stopped in front of a door, his eyes widened, his whole body trembled, his trembling hands lightly rested on the door, and his head drooped feebly.Then he clenched his hands suddenly, and the veins on his pale arms suddenly appeared, and then disappeared immediately.The Duke lowered his hands and staggered away as if he was bleeding profusely.

Abner hurried to catch up, and ran in front of the door. The door was not locked intentionally, and the door was slightly open.Abner glanced, his body trembled like an electric shock, and then a pair of big hands covered his eyes, his waist was hugged, and his body flew into the air.

"Don't look, let's go." Oreas said in a low voice.

Aureas let go of his hand, and Abner saw the ceiling begin to turn into wisps of smoke. Aureas hugged himself and chased after the increasingly blurred back of the Duke, and he was bouncing in Aureas' arms.He straightened up, looked behind Oreas, his eyes widened, and there was nothingness behind him.

"How is this going?"

"This is in the consciousness of the undead. The consciousness is extremely unstable. We can't leave the undead, and we can only see what the undead allows us to see." Oreas, like a vigorous black panther, leaped into another A period of black mist.

"Now, we have reached a new memory." Oreas put down Abner.

This is a country tavern. The tavern is not big, but it is very clean, with good ventilation and lighting. The counter is in a small corner, and behind the counter is an open door, inside which stands a row of large wooden wine barrels.A long old table is placed in the center, and there are no empty seats.Abner spotted the Duke sitting by the window at a glance, because the Duke's melancholy and elegant temperament was incompatible with these rough men.

Abner smelled the aroma of sweet pumpkin soup in the tavern filled with the smell of wine and barbecue, he swallowed hard, and sat down on the empty chair opposite the Duke.

The Duke looked even more haggard than before, with an unseemly stubble, wearing a cotton linen shirt and a plain dark green vest, but the emerald ring on his hand immediately betrayed his status.

"Aureas, I should know why the Duke is so sad." Abner said to Aureas, his tone full of anger.

Aureas continued to listen to him filled with righteous indignation: "Damn it, I just saw the Duchess having an affair with another man! And this dog man is Aubrey Fernando, the chief historian whom I have never been used to. Oh no, he didn't seem to be the chief historian at that time. I think his position as the chief historian was mostly rewarded by the duchess. Alas, poor duke, why is he so weak? If I would immediately rush in..."

Suddenly, choruses sounded from the seats beside him, and the Duke in front of Abner also raised his head and looked forward.Abner turned around, only to see a white bard sitting in the open space at the front of the tavern, plucking a wooden harp in his hand.

"Let's play a drinking song!" A big man at the table opposite Abner shouted, holding a duck leg in his hand.

The burly fellows of the others also booed, "Have some wine! Come on! Come on that song about that beautiful girl getting into my bosom!"

The bard looked young, his eyebrows were lowered, and his fair cheeks were slightly red under his lazy brown curly hair.

Abner: "..." That song is really unbearable.

Suddenly, the Duke stood up, glanced disgustedly at the noisy surroundings, and walked straight to the bard.Abner didn't know what the Duke was going to do, but the booing gradually faded away, and the bard raised his head slightly in surprise, his long and narrow eyes raised slightly.

"Give me a quiet song." The Duke threw a gold coin into the bard's arms, accidentally threw it a little higher, and slid it into his white neck. The bard didn't know whether it was because of the coldness or shame, his body Tremble.

"Sorry, I..." the Duke apologized.

The bard smiled and raised his head, "Thank you, my lord."

The Duke's lips moved, but he couldn't say anything.

"My lord, thank you for rescuing me. In fact, I shouldn't be here today. I should offer an elegy to my Dali." Tears were shining in the bard's eyes, and there was a sense of dust in his sad eyes.

The Duke seemed to be infected by this look. He sat down on the chair near the bard, silently watching the bard's hand slowly put on the strings, his thin lips parted slightly, and his cold voice pierced through the thick Bouquet:

dear traveler/

Before the dark shadows of night rise/

Can you stop for a moment for me, the prodigal son/

My hometown is Tongzhoushan/

Longbow breaks stone smoke/

my girl/

good girl/

wearing a yellow turban/

Warm up a bowl of sake for me/

I call her——Dali/

The tavern was still so noisy that the kings couldn't control it. Laughter, noise, foul language, and family gossip intertwined into a messy thick soup.Almost no one paid attention to the long chant and the pale man.The Duke watched and listened to the bard quietly, tears rolling down his face, as if in a quiet secret room, only himself and the bard.

Sometimes the bard looked forward, his sad and empty eyes seemed to be recalling a certain distant place, or recalling the girl named Dali, and sometimes looked at the Duke, with a trembling voice in his voice.Sitting aside, Abner was also fascinated:

dear traveler/

Before the dark shadows of night rise/

Can you stop for a moment for me, the prodigal son/

If you are going to /

Give me a rose/

May the kings bless/

Dali, Dali/

She sleeps in a cold cave/

Sake is cold/

all things wither/

Please don't wake her up/

After singing the song, the bard had already burst into tears, and the Duke's tear finally rolled down.The bard hurriedly wiped away his tears, "My lord, I'm sorry, I lost my composure."

The Duke waved his hand, stepped forward and took out a white handkerchief to dry the bard's tears, and then put the handkerchief in his hand. The bard should have seen the initials embroidered with gold thread on the handkerchief, and was frightened. The handkerchief was stuffed back into the Duke's hand, "Sorry, my lord, I, I can't accept it."

The Duke put the handkerchief back into the bard's hand, and, squeezing his hand tightly, said, "What is your name, my boy?"

"My lord, my name is Adrian."

Abner paused and patted Aureas' arm, Aureas nodded to him.

"What is the connection between this Adrian and the Duke?" Abner frowned and looked at the bard carefully.

"Is Dari the girl you love?" asked the duke.

The bard nodded, with tears welling up in his eyes again, as if unwilling to continue.

The Duke patted him on the back lightly, took out another gold coin and put it solemnly in his hand, and said, "Keep singing, today I only mourn for Dali."

The bard accepted the gold coins hesitantly, his voice trembling slightly, and continued to sing:

dear traveler/

Before the dark shadows of night rise/

Can you stop for a moment for me, the prodigal son/

……

The Duke sat back on the chair and began to drink wildly. Abner thought that if he could, he would come to comfort him, but he thought about it, such a sad thing cannot be resolved, and it is better to get drunk.

The Duke drank another glass, and repeated the sad tune again and again. Abner watched the tavern gradually blur, knowing that the Duke's consciousness was gradually losing consciousness at this time.

Suddenly the singing stopped, and Abner stood up, seeing the bard put down his harp and walking towards the Duke, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and a soft smile at the end of his upturned eyes.

The bard grabbed the duke's wine glass and drank it down.

In an instant, everything turned into nothingness.

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