The world doesn't need succubus to save

Chapter 501
Cough cough cough...

Hearing this sentence, Tours, who looked even older, laughed happily.

"Hahaha, what do I have to worry about?"

There was no sound under his feet, and the phantom figure slowly walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, shaking his head helplessly.

"You know it very well, don't you? You are lying here, do you need me to remind you?"

Tours watched the sunlight pour into the house from the window, coated with a layer of brilliance through the illusory figure, and finally fell on himself.

Incredibly warm.

Grinning his dry lips, the old man smiled sincerely.

Hahaha.

"Isn't it just about to die? What's there to worry about?"

The words are relaxed and natural, without any fear or unwillingness.

Limbs have lost strength, and they can only lie on the hospital bed in pain, but Tours is not afraid of his own death.

Instead, he took a breath for a while, as if he was relieved.

"...My lord, at my age, even if I can never see the morning sun again after I close my eyes, it is definitely not considered a premature death."

"You don't have to grieve for me at all."

He is very old.

In the Dark Ages when the average age of nobles was less than 60 years old, and commoners were only in their thirties or even younger, Tours, who was over [-] years old, was definitely old.

Just like what he said, even if you can't wake up in the next moment, it is very normal.

Life and death are impermanent, and there is a definite number.

There is no need to worry about him as a useless old man anymore.

"I know."

The benevolent prophet who had been watching him spoke softly, and did not deny Tours' words.

"We have done our best to extend your life for more than two years, and now it has indeed reached the point where it cannot be continued."

"However, there are ways, but those will make you unable to live as a human being."

If the bottom line is really lowered, no matter what the cost, there are too many ways for a mortal to live.

Reborn as an undead creature, become a blood slave to a vampire, transform an elemental creature...

It can be done, but who will bear the price behind it?
Hearing this, Tours, who was thinking of something, wanted to get up anxiously, and said uneasily:

"Ahem, my lord, please don't let me be..."

hum-

"Don't get excited, I promised you that I won't go against your will."

"Relax."

The golden palm was magnified in front of his eyes, and the slight buzzing of the palm made Tours' mood quickly settle down.

"Trust me a little more."

"...Yes, my lord."

Looking at Tours who was obediently lying back on the spot, Ning Feng smiled and nodded, but soon shook his head regretfully.

"However, knowing is one thing, but how to accept it is another."

Choices are always the easiest to say, but when you really have to face them, it's a different feeling.

Holding the old man's skinny hand, Ning Feng smiled wryly.

"After all, you are very special."

The first person to communicate with me.

The first follower to come after me.

The one who brought me back from the brink of despair.

The most stable anchor of my humanity...

"You are my friend."

"Do you think that I can calmly ignore the death of my friend now?"

This is not an exhortation to the dying old man to continue to suffer in the world, but just a guy who is not good at words is saying his last goodbye to his friends.

friend?

No, I have no such qualifications to call myself your...

Tours originally wanted to say this, but when he saw the slight sentimentality on Qingning's cover, he closed his mouth again.

Not eligible?
No, this is not the time to say such unwelcoming words.

"So, that's how it is...hehe."

After coughing twice, Tours felt that the picture in front of him became blurred, and his consciousness gradually lost.

"It seems that I have to hold on a little longer."

It's not about lingering, it's just for my friends to be sad later.

Smiling and clenched his hands tightly, the old man smiled and slowly closed his eyes.

The breeze from the window blows the curtains.

Tours was the only one left in the room.

The old man, with his chest undulating slightly, fell asleep in the warm sunshine.

……

……

Opening his eyes, the golden color of the pupils faded, and turned back into pitch black where no emotion could be seen.

Ning Feng got up from the chair, sighed softly, and brushed his fingers over the two-handed statue on the table.

sand……

Made of some kind of pure white material, the statue covered with divine power instantly weathered under this gentle touch, turning into a pile of dull dust.

"NO!!! You demon! What did you do!?"

"You blasphemer! You will definitely be punished by the gods!"

An angry roar exploded in the room, like the roar of a beast caught in a trap before dying.

In the bluff, full of fear.

What a pity.

Ning Feng didn't care about the prisoner's noisy howls, and sighed to himself, thinking about the scene he saw just now.

"There really isn't much time left."

"Tours' waking hours are getting shorter and shorter."

From being in a coma for an hour a day to now only being awake for an hour a day, Tours' situation has almost no possibility of reversal.

"So, those people must be brought to justice before that day comes."

put those...

"You dare to damage the statue, you will be punished by the gods... oh!"

puff.

Accompanied by the funny voice that appeared from his mouth when he couldn't hold back his laughter, the shattered flesh and blood splattered, and the wailing in his ears stopped abruptly.

The room was quiet again.

Withdrawing the raised finger, Ning Feng paced back and forth with his hands behind his back.

"One more thing, should I...should I tell him the truth?"

"Can he really bear it now? However, he has the right to know the truth."

Ning Feng used to think that hiding the truth was the best solution, but now he felt something was wrong and he had no right to do so.

dong dong.

The respectful knock on the door made Ning Feng's footsteps pause, he looked towards the door, and "saw" the waiter outside the door with his head bowed.

"Master Prophet, a nobleman has requested to meet with you privately."

Is it finally here?
Ning Feng let go of the thoughts in his heart, turned around and opened the door.

"his name is?"

Which noble family will it be?

However, in private contact, it should not be the top few.

The waiter bowed, handed the thorny scepter in his hand to the prophet, and spoke respectfully.

"The other party came alone. It seems to be a representative elected by some minor nobles. However, he did not disclose his name, but called himself the Duke."

Duke?And yes, claiming to be?

Suddenly, some interest came, and Ning Feng walked with his walking stick.

"What duke?"

"Duke Jacelyn."

　Happy birthday to my mother!

　　However, the birthday on the 28th of the twelfth lunar month is really worth complaining about. (happy)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)