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Chapter 528 Letter

【Dear Prophet!

First of all, please allow your most loyal subordinate Habalon to pay tribute to you.

Secondly, here is another piece of very sad information that I need to report to you. It is with great sadness that I write these words:
Lord Tours is dead.

It's a sad thing that saddens us all, and I didn't want to believe it at first.

At one point, I got into an argument with the friend who told me the news, and almost punched him.

From a long time ago, Lord Tours has been looking for me very much, willing to listen to my troubles and complaints, and give me some advice.

He is like a kind elder of mine. Although I have never seen my father, I feel that Mr. Tours is like my father.

Mr. Tours even tried to match me with the widow of a comrade-in-arms. Although it failed in the end, she decided to raise the child alone, but I was still happy.

I don't want to admit that such a kind adult will pass away because of illness, I really don't want to admit it.

Before the candlelight stopped writing, the one-armed Habalon sighed and put down the pen, and put the completed letter aside to dry.

And under constant guidance, Habalon also learned how to write in a polite manner, and was able to write some simple letters.

【Dear Prophet!

Among the people who accepted Tours, there were many former illiterates like him or those who could only write their own names.

If you know this, please don't miss the soul of Master Tours.

Rather, even if it is for you and him, we will continue to move forward.

We bid him farewell.

He is not shy, he is not a slender man who can understand such emotions, and he has always directly conveyed his admiration to the prophet.

Please don't worry about us, we will not be stopped by such difficulties.

It is already painful to learn once, and it is really a blessing in misfortune to not have to experience it a second time.

It seemed to be a happy smile, and I only saw it on Lord Tours's face before when he talked about his daughter, maybe...

Today, under the witness of Her Majesty Alice, we bid farewell to Lord Tours' body, cremated according to his last wish, and then sprinkled his ashes in the lake in his hometown.

I am writing to you this time to ask for your help.

And just three days ago, all the residents of Sky City felt the extremely violent turbulence and strong weightlessness... Although I am very reluctant to admit it, I still want to tell you——

There is only one reason why Haballon didn't send these out...

Although the temperature has not dropped very much now, there should be bigger problems in the near future. We have given most of the clothes to women and children.

Fortunately, with the protection of Alice, the accident did not cause casualties, and no one was injured except for being frightened.

Prophet, we miss you very much.

But please rest assured, although we have lost an elder, we will not stop moving forward.

Haballon has written many, many envelopes like this one.

After ten years of repeated practice, his handwriting has become much better than before, and it even feels very neat if you don't look carefully.

Finally, I have one more presumptuous request.

Sighing, Habalon deftly put the letter into the envelope with one arm and sealed it, then stuck the wooden hook in his left hand into the groove and opened the drawer, and put the newly written letter into a pile of similar envelopes.

We know you're busy with some very important things right now, and while we can't get in the way, we really want you to pay more attention to your body.

Laputa has landed.

Thanks to Alice under the crown, we did not fall directly into the sea.

Frankly speaking, our attempts have not yielded satisfactory results, and Your Majesty has not responded to us.

We have never blamed Mian Xia. Everyone knows that this is inevitable, but Mian Xia alone cannot accept it.

Your loyal warrior, Harbalon salutes you once again. 】

……

Lord Prophet, has not appeared for a long time.

Please come back safely!

After returning from the noble city, the Prophet did not appear in the Prophet Meeting again, and he did not know where he went.

But in the end, I went to the central square to attend the farewell ceremony of Lord Tours, and presented him with a bouquet of flowers.

……

One thing that has always pleased Habalon is that it was fortunate that he lost his left hand instead of his right hand. Otherwise, he would have to practice left-handed writing from scratch, which would be too bad.

Master Tours's face didn't look painful, he lay quietly in the coffin as if he was asleep, with a smile on his mouth.

Please have mercy and continue to lead his soul to its peaceful home.

"Master Prophet, where have you been?"

In order for Her Majesty Alice to understand our thoughts, we spontaneously organized three large-scale prayer meetings, hoping to convey our emotions to her.

Alice has not appeared in front of us for a long time, and she seems to feel guilty for the departure of Lord Tours, and she has always been at the top of the tower.

None of the guards were brought along, and the adults left alone.

It is summer now, and the isolated island we landed on is full of plants in the hot zone, but just this morning, the weather suddenly changed.

I believe that he must have experienced no pain at the last moment.

Your most loyal subordinate, Harbalon, pays tribute to you again.

Lord Prophet, I don’t know what’s going on with you, please take care of yourself…]

Getting up from the desk, Habalon looked out the window at the dark night sky.

It's just that all these letters are placed here and have not been handed over to the Prophet.

They learned to read and write that only nobles and businessmen could, and even learned some rhetoric with aura.

Moreover, there is another thing that is very abnormal.

Please allow me to say such inappropriate words, but I really feel that maybe Lord Tours saw his daughter at the last moment, and they were finally reunited.

Snowing.

More precisely, it should have fallen.

Our soldiers have seen a lot, and now they have started hunting on the islands, and some brothers who used to live by the water are also starting to catch fish, so they should be able to maintain the supply of supplies.

We appear to be on an island surrounded by ocean.

"Please be sure...cough cough cough."

The black blood coughed up from the mouth splashed onto the paper, blurring the writing on the back.

Raising his hand to wipe the corners of his mouth, Habalon looked up at the ruined wall that was gradually covered with snow, and tremblingly wrote the last words.

"Please be safe and come back."

(End of this chapter)