The world doesn't need succubus to save

Chapter 455

Ok?
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After realizing what the other party was talking about, Eberron's face trembled uncontrollably, relying on the aristocratic cultivation she had cultivated over the years to keep her expression from revealing her true thoughts.

(noble swearing)
(Silver Council slang)
Of course, the aristocrats who claim to be noble don't actually speak foul language, even if they really do have it behind the scenes, Eberron can't touch it.

She just understood what it meant to almost curse.

Take a deep breath.

"...Please rest well, I'm leaving first."

Taking a deep breath, Eberron nodded vigorously to the old man, then strode away.

She didn't dare to turn her head back, she was afraid that if she couldn't hold back, she would really say something rude.

Not only would this affect his own image, but it was not something to brag about speaking to a wounded man like this.

"Well, let's go, let me, an old man, stay here... Ah, I'm gone."

Looking at the back of Eberron who was running away, the aged kobold orc smiled kindly.

"What a polite child, you have persisted like this."

Hehe chuckled twice, the old man shook his head with a smile, and sighed:

"It's really well protected. I haven't seen death, and I haven't experienced the ravages of wind and frost. It's great."

"But, wandering young people? They are everywhere on the battlefield."

After laughing for a while, the old kobold orc's wrinkled nose moved slightly, and the kindness in his eyes disappeared. He looked at the direction in which Eberron disappeared and whispered silently:

"The smell is very weak, is it just that you have been in contact with it before? It seems that it is not here."

"The clue is broken again... Where will you hide that blasphemer?"

The color in the old pupils faded, and finally turned into a faint golden color, and the old man made a toothy smile.

"I will definitely find you, and then..."

Although there were only two or three teeth left in his mouth, the old man still revealed a fierce and brutal aura at this moment.

"Nobody can stop us."

The leaked breath only existed for a moment, and soon changed back to a benevolent appearance, looking at the wounded around with a smile.

"Praise my lord."

……

……

In the dark and cold room like a cold storage, Hanthorn stopped the last work in his hand.

call.

He exhaled a burst of breath, but there was no white air formed.

"........."

He looked at the soldiers who had recovered their basic appearance and nodded, and could replace them with a new batch after sorting out the remains.

dong dong.

Someone knocked on the office where no one should have approached.

Is it Eberron?
That naive noble lady, hasn't learned her lesson yet?
The icy pupils moved, and Hanthorn didn't pay attention after being silent for a while, still tidying up the appearance of the deceased.

dong dong.

But the people outside the door still knocked relentlessly, not caring about being ignored at all.

"........."

But just when Hanthorn was about to block the sound from the outside world, he heard a burst of heavy panting and coughing.

"Cough, cough, it's not a good habit to ignore an old friend who comes to visit you, especially if the other party is a weak patient."

The cough that seemed to cough his lungs out of his chest made Hanthorn know the identity of the other party, and he silently waved his hands behind him.

The door opened gently, sending out the cold air in the room.

The figure outside the door waited for the cold air to dissipate before slowly entering. After entering, he looked around and said regretfully:
"Your house is still as lifeless as before...cough cough cough."

Ignoring the other party's evaluation, Hanthorn took off his blood-stained coat and began to organize his clothes.

Now that the tuberculosis knight has come, it means that time has come.

"……You came."

"I came to see you in person, why? Aren't you happy for me to see me so healthy?"

Leaning on the wheelchair, the tuberculosis knight raised his eyebrows, and then coughed vigorously.

Cough cough cough...

health?

Hanthorn is very aware of the opponent's physique, and knows how much energy is hidden under the seemingly dying body of the tuberculosis knight.

This is a legend, and a legendary knight who is at the forefront even of all legends.

But after all now...

"Seeing what you look like now, I doubt whether you can play your original role."

"Hahaha, look at what you said, of course I can do it!"

Cough cough cough...cough cough cough!

Listening to the continuous and rhythmic coughing sound, Grand Duke Hanthorn felt his expression under the mask become distorted, and he was silent for a while and asked:

"Can you still move?"

The wheelchair under him moved by itself, showing the mobility of the soul.

"Of course, cough cough cough... ah cough cough cough!"

cough cough cough.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Cough cough?
Cold thorn:?
It's not over, is it? ?

It was really unbearable, Hanthorn still couldn't hold on to his cold expression in the end, turned around and reprimanded:

"Enough! Don't cough if you don't feel uncomfortable!"

Turning around, he saw a terrifying face full of smiles.

!!!

The illness had already drained his vitality, leaving the originally handsome face with only a grim face, but such a face was nothing to Duke Coldthorn who was with the dead.

What really shocked him was the black blood remaining at the corner of the tuberculosis knight's mouth. It was almost the color of no blood at all, only the pitch black of toxins remained.

"You! You're not pretending!?"

Has his body really reached this point?
"No! I did pretend!"

Cold thorn:?
"Of course it's not completely right to say that. It should be said to be true, but it's not entirely true."

"Ahem... a little excited, I can't control it."

The wheelchair under him moved, as if he was pacing non-stop. The tuberculosis knight wiped the black blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand, and said relaxedly:

"I really can't hold on anymore, but what's the matter, I don't have to hold on anymore."

cough cough cough.

On that creepy, corpse-like face, what Hanji saw was uncontrollable excitement.

"Heh, are you excited?"

Nodding vigorously, the tuberculosis knight sighed:
"Yeah! This is that day! You know how long I've been waiting, I've been dreaming of this moment, and now... I don't have to wait any longer."

What this sentence meant, Hanthorn knew very well, and the other party did not hide it.

In the eyes of the tuberculosis knight, no... his whole body exudes a strong will to die.

He is longing for death.

Whether it's the enemy's or his own, the tuberculosis knight craves it all.

After watching silently for a while, Grand Duke Hanthorn did not dissuade him, but just pushed the other party's wheelchair, and said lightly:

"I'll collect the body for you."

With a brighter smile, the tuberculosis knight looked around and saw complete corpses.

"Yes! It is true that one person is needed to collect the body, but your craftsmanship...well, it is really good."

"Then please..."

Slowly closing his eyes, he muttered softly:

"my friend."

　Cough cough cough cough cough cough!Cough cough cough...cough cough cough?Keke cough——

　　
　
(End of this chapter)