before he was crowned king

Sean slowly opened his eyes, the hazy morning light fell on his face through the chalk-colored veil, everything he saw seemed to be covered in a layer of fog. Heavy shadows.

The unknown environment made him a little dazed, but after experiencing too many unimaginable changes, he was also used to various unpredictable situations.

Maybe he is now in the afterlife.

Sean looked at the flawless face beside him. His long golden hair was covered with a light color, like a descending angel delivering the holy gospel to the suffering people.

He raised his head slightly, trying to see the true face of the angel.

"Are you awake? I thought you would just die in a coma like this." When Sean's head left the pillow, the angel said mockingly.

"It's you..." Sean's consciousness gradually became clear, and the air blowing towards him was like the hot air from boiling unknown herbs.

When he closed his eyes and opened them again, the surrounding things finally became clear.

This is not Rose Manor, he is in a room he has never seen before.

"Do you feel numbness in your limbs, weakness, dizziness, and extreme thirst?" The man revealed Sean's current feelings little by little, as if he had personally experienced it.

"I'm going to die?" Sean lay on the bed, his cyanotic lips moved slightly.

"Should be soon. You were comatose for three days, and during that time they've bled you to almost twenty ounces. By the way, they're fumigated you with lemon verbena and lavender to get you Come to soothe your spirit."

"Aren't you dead..." Sean recalled, remembering that he should have fallen from the second floor. He tried to move his limbs. Although it was extremely heavy, the bones seemed to be intact.

Someone should have caught him, softening the impact of the fall.

"Come on, come on, your few lives are counting down." The man said, "Guess where you are now? In the wilderness outside the gray wall, you are buried alive and no one knows."

Sean's eyes drooped slightly, his expression as plain as white water.

The dire situation was expected, and Mrs. Mary would not let go of this opportunity. He became so ill in front of everyone, and it was reasonable to rest and isolate him. No one would be surprised even if he later said that he died of illness.

He is alone and helpless, and the so-called treatment here will only consume what little life he has left.

He was put together and fell into a dead end.

"Why bother? I don't think you want to live that much."

"Why do you say that?" Sean asked.

"I've seen a lot of people who don't want to die, it's definitely not your reaction." The man rolled his eyes, "You don't even have a thing you really want to accomplish, do you?"

Sean's heart skipped a beat.

"It's been done before... I wanted to try to do this well, but halfway through, it suddenly fell into pieces." Sean said softly, "Can you understand?"

The man froze for a moment, then hummed.

"Didn't you say you didn't care? It turned out that you still couldn't help complaining in your heart. Also, whoever made your life a tapestry with the opposite side, no matter how you do it, it will never be as real as the original."

"Do you have a name?"

"Humans cannot hear the names of gods." The man raised his chin.

"Is there anything the god wants to do?" Sean asked again.

"Of course I have." The man suddenly reacted, his eyes were a little wary, "Sly human, are you trying to trick me again?"

Sean pulled the corner of his mouth, he wanted to laugh a little, but his face was so stiff that the expression he made was a bit nondescript.

"No, I just suddenly remembered the preaching in the Holy See, saying that belief in the gods can guide the way for the confused. So, I ask you if it is true."

"You're dying, what do you want to do?" The man scratched his hair and said angrily, "Let's just say it first, even if you believe in me, I won't make a deal with you."

"When I was in a coma, were you always by my side?"

"That's because of the contract! After you die, I can go back to sleep." The man was a little irritated by this nasty statement, "Did you hear me, I have no interest in a worthless person like you."

Shane didn't answer.

The sudden silence made the man stunned for a moment, then he turned his head, and saw that under the broken black hair, the long eyelashes had already fallen down.

Sean fell asleep again.

"What a rude human being." The man said softly, then looked away, and stood silently beside the wooden bed covered with white cotton cloth. Time in the room seemed to stand still, dead silent.

It started to rain at noon, and the crackling rain hit the delicate rose petals. The maids dragged the huge canvas and hurriedly guarded the garden that the owner of the manor loved most.

"Alex, are you going out?" Lilian looked at the man wearing the riding cap.

"Ah, I want to go and see Sean. I haven't heard any news of waking up so far, so I'm a little worried." Erics frowned slightly, "I always think it would be better for him to recuperate in the manor, and there is no one outside the gray wall. Safety."

"The doctor said that he needs to recuperate due to his illness. There are too many people in the manor." Lilian lowered her head, "There are many servants and guards arranged there. I think Sean will recover soon."

"He was obviously fine before." Alex's voice was heavy, and the thrilling scene a few days ago could not help appearing in his mind.

Lilian's body trembled slightly, "Yes, it was too sudden."

"Lilian, do you have anything to say to Sean?"

"I'll wait here for his return." Lilian said softly, "I've been waiting."

"Don't worry, Sean will be back soon." Seeing Lilian's sad expression, Erics comforted him, and then rushed into the long rain and fog without a trace.

The water splashed, and the galloping horseshoes left marks on the muddy road.

After taking many detours, Erics finally found the building built in the middle of the mountain according to the map given by the old housekeeper.

"Joe, how is the Viscount? I want to see him." Alex took the dry towel.

"Mr. Alex, the Viscount is still awake." Joe said, "It may not be convenient for him to see you."

"It's been three days, and the person hasn't woken up yet?" Alex frowned, "How could it be so serious? What's wrong with the Viscount?"

Joe hesitated to speak.

At this time, a man in a long brown coat and gold-rimmed glasses came out.

"you are?"

"Mr. Alex, I'm Jason, and I'm here to treat the Viscount's physical condition. It's a coincidence that you came, Viscount Sean just woke up."

"Really? Can I see him?" Alex's eyes lit up.

"Yes, but not for too long. What Viscount Sean needs most is rest." Dr. Jason said.

The door was pushed open, Sean turned his gaze, and said softly, "Areix, are you here?"

"I'll come and see you, how is your body feeling better?" Through a layer of white gauze, Erics could only see a thin silhouette.

"Well, it's much better. I think it will be better in a few days." Sean's voice was not loud, but he was still energetic.

Hearing this, Eric breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good, I... We are all worried about you."

"I'm fine, are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Alex scratched his hair, "There are a lot of affairs in the manor, and I'm learning slowly. Your previous work was done in an orderly manner. I want to be like you."

"Ah."

"There are also those sub-orcs. I have settled them all. You don't have to worry about things in the mine."

"it is good."

……

……

Alex wanted to say something more, but was stopped by that doctor Jason.

"Mr. Alex, Viscount Sean is still very weak."

"I see." Alex's eyes were full of worry, "Xion, I'm going to the Southern Territory tomorrow, and I hope you'll be healed when I come back, by the way, Lilian asked me to tell you , she will always be waiting for you to go back at the manor."

After Alex finished speaking, Dr. Jason sent him out. On the other side of the white gauze, Sean closed his eyes tiredly.

"Viscount, you behaved very well just now, and you didn't say anything unwise." After a while, Doctor Jason returned to the room, "I know you are tired, but I'm afraid you can't sleep now, because I still need you to write more something."

"Write what?"

"will."

Sean was silent for a moment, "I don't have the strength to hold a pen."

"It's okay, I will help you." Dr. Jason shook the needle in his hand and pushed the yellow liquid into his pale skin. "The text has been prepared for you. You just need to sign the terms."

The lights in the room dimmed, and after taking away the signed will, Dr. Jason closed the door of the room.

There was no close watch, because no one was worried that Sean would escape.

After several days of bloodletting, Sean's body was already useless.

Without the injection of special stimulant reagents, even prolonged consciousness cannot be guaranteed.

"Your body has collapsed, and there are still two days at most." The blond man in the shadow said softly.

"Well, I know." Sean muttered, and the coincidence of Alex's departure already indicated that his death was approaching.

This house is a cemetery specially built by Mrs. Mary for him. The others, whether they are doctors or servants, are dedicated gravekeepers. The purpose of their existence is to ensure that he can really be buried in peace.

"You're already out of luck, and they don't even have to do anything else, just wait quietly."

After speaking, there was only a slight breathing sound from the room.

The next day, Doctor Jason didn't even bother to perform bloodletting treatment on Sean. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the young Viscount lying on the bed was exhausted.

Joe walked in with today's meal, his bloodless face was so pale that it was shocking to see.

But perhaps because of the flashback, Sean's spirit today is much better than before.

"Viscount." Joe put the meal on the table, he lowered his head, not daring to look at the young man's face.

He is very guilty.

He knew that the sent doctor Jason didn't treat the Viscount properly at all.

Because he was afraid of Madam Mary's power, and at the same time he could get a lot of wealth, he finally chose to remain silent.

"Joe."

"What are your orders?"

"How long have you been by my side?"

"Quickly, almost three years, Viscount."

"Has it been so long? Keke—" Sean's body was shaking violently, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Viscount—!" Joe quickly picked up a clean towel and wiped Sean clean.

"Joe, I am very grateful for your care all these years." Sean's voice trembled slightly.

"This is what I should do. It is my honor to be loyal to you, Viscount." Joe couldn't help showing sadness, and he stretched out his hand to support Sean's body.

At this time, a weak voice came into his ears.

"Beyond the will, I have left a fortune to you."

"I want to draw that location to you, but...I don't have the strength right now, can you bring me some of Dr. Jason's medicine?"

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-03-2621:56:45~2020-03-2720:58:54期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw the landmines: Qingqing Birdsong, 1 Xiaoliuye;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of clear birdsong; 5 bottles of Xijun;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!