before he was crowned king

The black leather pointed shoes stepped into the muddy mud, and finally Dr. Jason couldn't help but swear a swear word.

These shoes are extraordinary, but they have stepped on the golden velvet carpet of the Palace of San Via.

He really shouldn't be wearing these shoes outside the gray walls of the wilderness.

Doctor Jason sighed irritably, because his magic talent is not good, so he really put in all his effort to be able to stand out.

If it wasn't for the support of that lady, how could a doctor of high status like him appear in such a ghostly place.

Fortunately, such a terrible day is coming to an end.

When the young viscount passes away smoothly, his noble life will start a new chapter.

"Really! Have those guys gone back first?" Looking at the dark room not far away, Dr. Jason complained dissatisfied.

"You didn't even close the door!" Doctor Jason pushed open the creaking door.

It was pitch black inside.

He tried to pull the light cord, but the small light bulb in front of the entrance did not respond at all.

"Did the power go off on a rainy day? What a bad luck." Dr. Jason had no choice but to light the spare candle in the cabinet by the door, and followed the faint and erratic candlelight to the room at the deepest part of the corridor.

The man sent to take over from the manor is about to arrive.

He now has to see if Viscount Sean is dead or alive. If he is still alive, he will take some trouble to see him off.

The door of the room was ajar, and as soon as Dr. Jason walked in, he could smell the familiar scent of incense.

He only had time to see the white gauze shake clearly, and then Dr. Jason's lens was covered with a thin layer of white mist due to the roiling heat in the room.

"Really—" Just as he was about to raise his hand to remove his eyes, a burst of tearing pain suddenly pierced into his neck.

At the same time, silver light spots scattered in the air.

"Ah!" Doctor Jason uttered a miserable cry. The pain made him subconsciously drop the candlestick in his hand and cover his injured neck.

He was horrified to find that what was stuck in his flesh and blood was his favorite bloodletting knife.

The white candle rolled down on the ground covered with silver powder.

The light of the flame suddenly lit up, and the burning white smoke became more and more intense, exuding an extremely choking smell.

What exactly is going on?

Who attacked him?

Doctor Jason screamed and pulled out the knife on his neck. Although the other party didn't use much force and the wound wasn't too deep, the moment he pulled out the knife still brought him almost fainting pain, involving every delicate nerve, making him feel sick. His whole body was convulsed instinctively.

He leaned on the table and stood up staggeringly, tearing away the obstructing white veil fiercely, only to see a cold corpse lying quietly on the bed with eyes closed.

"Joe?" Dr. Jason's pupils shrank suddenly.

Fear made him turn back suddenly again, only to find that he had been trapped in the raging fire.

In the light of the fire, a figure was leaning against the wall and staring at him for a moment.

"How is it possible?" Dr. Jason was in a daze. Before he could step forward to see what happened, the choking white smoke blocked his vision.

"Water Column Spell!" The hot and spreading flames brought Dr. Jason back to his senses. He quickly muttered words and cast the only low-level water magic he had mastered.

A light blue magic circle faintly flashed in the air.

A jet of water jetted into the crackling flames.

The flames didn't abate or die out as he'd imagined.

On the contrary, a huge heat burst out without warning, engulfing Dr. Jason directly.

The heart-piercing wailing was played in the jumping flames, and after the stirring high-pitched high notes, the soul slowly passed away in the fiery twilight.

"What did you sprinkle just now?"

"White lead powder can be used to make ointment and adhesive plaster." Sean lowered his head and said softly, "It can also be used to fill teeth."

"Why can't his magic put out these fires?"

"Powdered white lead gives off heat when it comes into contact with water...explodes."

"You know he's going to do that, and if he doesn't use that magic, maybe he won't necessarily be burned alive. He just turns around and there's a window behind him."

"Yes."

"You are sure that he will use magic, that he will send himself to the grave."

Sean closed his eyes slightly, his breathing became fast and shallow, and there was a soft humming in his ears.

Sean knew that the effect of the stimulant reagent was slowly passing, and the remaining symptoms were showing up one by one on this dilapidated body.

He was becoming weaker than ever.

Da da da.

The man's long blond hair swayed gently under the scorching light. For some unknown reason, he approached the dying young man huddled in a corner.

He had seen all kinds of death, but this was the first time he had seen one so intense yet so quiet.

Like a wonderful mime, in the silence, the onlookers can't help sighing secretly at this unfinished art.

If he was still a god, he might be willing to give this human being a chance to come back to life.

As if sensing his approach, Sean's lips moved slightly.

The man lowered his head, only to see that skinny hand grabbing his clothes and pulling him towards him.

From Sean's throat came a horrifying sound as thick as a blunt knife.

"I...don't...want...to die..."

Tiny streams of blood leaked from Sean's body like bugs, gushing continuously from his mouth, ears, and eyes.

This young body is festering visible to the naked eye.

And the hot and bright fire will eventually burn everything here.

"I know what you want to say, but there is no way to make a deal." The man squatted down and looked into those dull black eyes, "You didn't miscalculate. As you wished, I really appreciate your ability. Unfortunately, Sean, you were deceived."

"It is a fantasy for human beings to make a contract with the gods, because the contract requires a name. However, human beings cannot hear the oracle."

"name……"

"Are you still determined?" The man sighed, "Listen well, this is a sound that humans cannot distinguish."

When the man spoke again, a voice he had never heard rang in Sean's ear.

Holy, majestic, ethereal.

For a moment, it seemed as if you were on the top of an unattainable peak, and the light was shining all over you.

Indistinct bells sounded from far away.

The man licked his lower lip. It's been too long since he said his name.

So long that he himself almost forgot.

The hand that was holding the hem of his clothes fell to the ground feebly.

The rose-colored eyes met the black ones again, and he quietly looked at the faint light in the depths of those eyes.

Like a flickering candle in a stormy night.

Something has started to slowly fade away.

He could see the struggle in it, but unfortunately, after this struggle, it would only leave dullness and emptiness.

"Rest in peace, human." The man turned around.

The magic circle imprinted on Sean's neck began to fade slowly, and the spreading flames had quietly climbed up his limbs.

Looking at the leaving figure, Sean's lips trembled invisibly.

Heller.

"How is it possible?" The man turned his head violently, huge black wings spread out from his back without warning.

The magic circle on the neck gave off a dazzling bloody light, and an invisible thin line continued to extend into the bodies of the two of them.

The cold and soft black feathers lightly fell on Sean's face, like a ruthless god kissing the forehead of a believer.

At this moment, he was completely engulfed by the flames rising up.

In the flames, Sean seemed to faintly see some fragmented images.

A woman's smile, a boy's cry, and a man's roar.

There is also the same long fire as at this moment.

Tiredness hit him like a tide, he closed his eyes, and quietly returned to the darkness.

Five days later, the bell tower of Mudsen Church rang as scheduled, and the polished brass bell swayed, and the bell rang throughout the Rose Manor.A large group of white doves rushed out, circling and flying around the church, and sprinkled the white feathers representing the mercy of the gods in people's sight.

Everyone present was dressed in solemn black.

Because today is the funeral of Viscount Sean Cabed.

Rhombus-shaped flower decorations were placed on the coffin, and a bouquet of snow-white and holy roses was tied on the cross frame made of polished pine branches.

"What passes quietly is still eternal, and nothing is truly final. Rest in peace, your flesh and blood, your soul, and your existence will compose the music of hope forever. Dedicated to you this time, tears of sorrow, This is a sincere and undying tribute, we will thank you for our dreams and happy days, your soul will be with us and with the gods..."

Everyone mourned.

After the funeral, there were only a few sporadic figures left.

"Why did this happen?" The man gritted his teeth, and hammered his fist hard on the white wall. "If I stayed, maybe Sean wouldn't die! Damn it!"

"Arix, this is something that no one could have expected. It was the wandering sub-orc thugs who burned down the house." Madam Mary said softly, "We are all very sad about what happened to Sean."

"Why would they hurt innocent people! Sean, what did he do wrong! He never apologized to them! How could they take a person's life so easily! Mother, why is this? I can't understand!"

"Arix, those sub-orcs are a group of beasts in human skin. No matter who they are, they can kill them."

Lady Mary was there to comfort the distressed youth.

The girl in black left alone in a daze.

She knew it very well.

What Mrs. Mary said was all lies.

Sean's death was not at all attacked by an orc.

It was Lady Mary who killed Sheen.

And she was one of the accomplices.

Lilian's expression was numb, and she was walking aimlessly. She was floating in the whole manor like a ghost, and all the scenery seemed to be reduced to black and white in her eyes.

Why did she do such a thing?

Alex.

Yes, that's right.

It was for the child who saved her from the tall apple tree.

She loves him!

From the first sight, she regarded that child as her lifelong faith.

Unknowingly, Lilian walked to the basement where the old housekeeper brought her before. She glanced at the square oil painting and prepared to take it down.

She wanted to collect all the things related to Sean in Rose Manor.

This might make her tormented mind feel better.

"Xion, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry." Lilian's lips were numb and she said this apology for five days.

She kept talking, talking when she thought of it, and talking when she didn't think of it.

She couldn't even tell who the words were meant for.

This oil painting was too huge, and Lilian's thin body couldn't carry it away.

So she turned the whole painting over with great effort, preparing to remove the heavy frame.

"What is this..." Lilian said nana.

When she removed the dusty board behind the oil painting, a frightened and dull expression appeared on her face.

This oil painting was folded by someone.

Lilian took out the painting trembling, and carefully flattened the whole painting.

A serious dark-haired boy in a formal dress appears in the lower half of the oil painting.

He stood quietly beside Miss Dinia, his black eyes shining like obsidian.

Lilian didn't realize that her body was trembling, and her widened eyes began to move down in a panic, as if she was looking for some crucial evidence.

Finally, she found a vague inscription in the most inconspicuous corner of the oil painting.

[This painting is dedicated to Dinia the Shining, her eldest son Sean Cabed, and her second son Alex Cabed]

Lilian's eyes were protruding, and bloodshot eyes were spreading on her eyeballs. She was lying on the huge oil painting, her chest was heaving violently, and her mouth was open as if she wanted to scream wildly.

However, for a long time in the past, she didn't succeed, as if her neck was stuck, she could only barely let out a whimper from her throat.

She maintained this strange state, staring at the boy in the painting.

Until someone slowly walked behind her.

With a bang, the stone door closed again.

The square oil painting was framed again and hung back to its original place.

The author has something to say: Note: White lead powder is equivalent to current zinc powder.

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感谢在2020-03-2821:04:45~2020-03-2921:39:30期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the landmine: Jiu'an Qiujiu, don't delay me to see the beauty, Sui and 1;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：老薛的麦克风20瓶；夏楚漓13瓶；等等10瓶；村长春树9瓶；haha2瓶；绥与1瓶；

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