Shaman from Afar

Along with the door that was pushed open, the smell of the potion was as thick as the substance and the strange smell, which caused the black-haired wizard to frown slightly.

When leaving Thousand Accounts City, Master Harlem Van Ashamai, who was unbearably bumpy, was already in a coma, and he was awake for no more than four hours a day; after arriving at Red Blood Fort, the situation not only did not improve, but even further Signs of deterioration, high fever and coma all day and night.

That's why, after listening to the little wizard who said he was awake, he would come over so eagerly.

The large and small rooms are filled with bottles, jars, and the enclosed space on all four sides is illuminated with only two fluorite lamps-in order to be able to dispense the medicine in time, Ain even prepared a test bench in the ward; beside The incubator is full of various materials that have not been processed.

The thick and mixed smell is reminiscent of the morgue in the church.

Next to the test bed, there was a thin figure.

He curled up on the sickbed, his ricket back hidden under the blanket; his thin, shriveled body was like a bone rack covered with a layer of wax skin; there were not a few gray hairs, and the wrinkles on his face were like the facial features All huddled together, only to see the corners of the mouth still fit together.

Broken breaths, light coughs, and whimpers came from the chapped lips, and the chest once and for all became the only sign that he could be alive; the faint voice echoed over and over in the ward, desolate and sad.

Looking at the old man who was about to die, if he hadn't seen it before, Loren was really hard to imagine his once sturdy head-like monster, capable of wielding a wand comparable to a mace.

It's like thirty years old.

With a low sigh, the dark-haired wizard looked back at the Countess who refused to let him go, followed by the Countess, Charlotte with a tight face, murmured and stood silently outside the door.

Loren walked into the ward and closed the door gently; perhaps the sound was still too loud. The old man slowly opened his eyes, revealing two dim, **** eyes.

It can be seen that his expression is slightly surprised.

"Cough ... Sorry, Lord Duke, visiting me at this time will definitely delay you a lot of things .... Cough ..." A sound of a bellows came from the old man's chest, trying to open his eyes:

"Especially ... when you are in trouble now."

The dark-haired wizard froze slightly, his eyes suddenly serious: "Ayin?"

"It's just a doctor talking to himself while taking care of a comatose patient. Please don't misunderstand-she didn't know that I was in the middle of a coma, and I woke up a few times." Azhamai took a deep breath, weak voice You need to get closer to hear clearly:

"What's more, besides talking to herself about trivial current affairs, this clever little girl has no other way to dismiss and take care of an old man who is going to the ground and has no way to chat with her to relieve boredom."

Loren twitched his lips. He almost forgot that Ain had said to himself-the other party even dismantled the biggest secret from the little wizard, and he still cares about this?

The awkward atmosphere made the dark-haired wizard subconsciously want to change the subject: "Master Ashamai, how do you ... how are you feeling now?"

"Haha ... cough ... you have seen it, haven't you?" The weak old man smiled slightly, a bit self-deprecating. "It's no different from the centenarian who is about to enter the soil."

"But today you can waste your time specially, from the solemn round table hall to this small ward, I do n’t intend to say something last to make you feel upset; in fact, if possible, I am ready to wait for myself to be thorough, Then chat with you when you are free. "

"But ... obviously, my body didn't give me so much leniency--so, just listen to the trivial nagging of my old man, you won't hear much anyway."

"Please speak, I listen."

The dark-haired wizard raised his head and stared at the master alchemist.

"In the past month or so, I have been intermittently awake no more than twenty times, and I can only hear some clips each time." Azhamai's chest undulated and his cracked lips twitched slightly:

"But every time, I can hear something new-The Floating City Project, your letter, negotiations with the Yunling Kingdom, rumors in the Red Blood Castle, the Demon Hunter Guard, the alliance with Ebden, The new wizarding college ... Lin Lin, all kinds. "

"Some of these things involve your governance of the Principality, some involve diplomacy, and some are related to the background of your wizard ... But from these fragmentary incidents, I got an interesting conclusion-I am an alchemy Teacher, born to be good at summarizing. "

"And I concluded that ... you are busy, very busy."

"This kind of busyness is very normal and very abnormal-you are like seeing an enemy that others can't see, struggling in the abyss beyond your reach."

"So ... your busyness is a manifestation of your fear."

"You, the worthy empire of the First Principality, the commander-in-chief of the army, the wizard who has mastered the valve, is deeply afraid of something." Achamai said lightly:

"And with reference to the Centaur War that caused the two great principalities to suffer heavy losses, I think the answer is already ready."

Loren was slightly surprised.

Although this is not the first time I have seen this old man ’s excellent insight, it can be inferred from only trivial things, too ...

"Please don't show this expression, I just said some observations I got after observation, it may not be correct."

The old man coughed and squeezed his lips before continuing to say: "A person will feel bored in this world when he gets old, because he has seen too much and experienced too much, so it is easy to look light."

"So, although I don't know what you are afraid of, and you have no right to judge your actions arbitrarily; but since you have come, can you listen to me as an old man to talk about his experience?"

The dark-haired wizard gazed, and solemnly nodded solemnly: "Of course."

Master Ashamai coughed again and took a deep breath: "You know, me, Freswalk, Corona ... our generation of wizards have basically experienced the era of the Black Duke."

"It was really an extraordinary time; the princes who were full of enthusiasm, the unique queen, and the tenth generation that followed them; even today, even if the church is deliberately blocked, the shadow of the tenth generation can still be seen; Even today, we can still find their legacy. "

"I want to come, Corona must have mentioned to you the evil **** that fell to the world, and the Holy Cross that can't resist at all ... As early as the tenth generation, the wizard tower has been aware of these and tried to make certain s hard work."

"Unfortunately, this world is not a kind of paradise where you" just work hard, you will succeed "; more, nothing will happen."

What is he talking about?

Do you want to use the example of the Black Duke to tell yourself that no matter how busy you are, you cannot change your future?

Loren, in a low mood, had a puzzled look in his eyes.

"We tried, we worked hard; just like the distinguished Queen Mad Dragon and the Black Duke, they also tried and worked hard ..." Master Azhama took a slight pause. It seemed that this sentence consumed him too much energy:

"No one can blame their sacrifices, and no one is more qualified than them to say that they are right-even including the noble Queen Dragon, our history book only mentions that she finally signed the decree to deport Roland Turin ;

But everyone who has lived in the tenth generation knows that the empress who came back from the battlefield was seriously wounded, and the person in charge of the heavenly palace was her eldest son, and then the elder emperor of the eleventh generation. "

"They are so wise, so brave to sacrifice and dedicate, but ... they failed."

"why?"

"Is it because they did something wrong? Because their enemies are too powerful, because their subjects cannot understand them, because they did something beyond their ability?"

Master Azhama whispered softly, like an old man repeating his memories with his children and grandchildren.

"I'm just an old man who has lived too long and has seen too much. I can see the problems but can't solve them-so I can only say that all three."

Loren, who listened carefully, was lost in thought.

Too powerful an enemy ...

Subjects who cannot understand all this ...

Beyond capacity ...

When the black-haired wizard raised his head again, he saw the whispering old man raise his eyes and stare at himself with those bright eyes:

"My Duke, your fear comes from a too powerful enemy; your busyness is because all this is far beyond your ability, so that you have to strengthen your strength; you are behind bars, singing on all sides ..."

"It is because of your subjects, your friends are desperate to help you, but they cannot understand what you are doing."

"I don't know if you can succeed, but what I see is that you are repeating the mistakes made by the Black Duke Roland Turin in another way." The cloudiness in the old man's pupils is gradually receding:

"Be a" not understood "hero."

Loren was suddenly speechless.

"You are the Duke of Byrne, and there are many people in the Thirteen Lords of Bine who have experienced or at least learned the legend of the Black Duke from the mouth of their parents. They will tell you how they abandoned the Black Duke at that time. Regret, and assure you that similar things will never happen again ... "

"But please ask me as an old man to tell you that there is nothing new under the sun ..." Harlem van Azamal eased his breath, his dry chest slightly undulating:

"Anyone who wants to save the world by himself will eventually find himself trusted by himself, and all betrayal of faith has fallen to the point of confrontation with the world."

"The Black Duke is the same, the Mad Dragon Queen is the same, the wizards are also ..."

"We opposed the evil gods at the beginning of our birth, but in fact they were no different from those heretics; later, we became a small group, a special organization; then, we spread ourselves to the various villages and towns corner……"

"When we made ourselves ordinary, ordinary, and part of the various strata of this empire, we found ... we finally have the power to change the empire and even save it."

The dark-haired wizard recovered and finally understood the meaning of the old man's words.

"You mean ... only more people can clearly realize the seriousness of the problem, otherwise I have done more, and at most can only repeat the failure of the Black Duke?"

The old man did not answer immediately, but nodded equivocally and shook his head again.

"Then what should I do to make the truth of the matter publicly available?" Loren couldn't help but ask: "But even if I wrote that letter, most ordinary people still think I'm making big fuss, even don't have any deep meaning- —This is still in the Red Blood Castle, and I ’m afraid it ’s even worse if I leave Bayern! ”

"Wanting a group of people to immediately believe that the" fairy tale "is a very hard job, not to mention that you have to face the pressure from both the heavenly palace and the church, which is even harder than the Black Duke in those days."

Master Ashamai sighed: "I'm just an elderly man, I can't think of any good way to solve this problem."

"However, I do n’t think it will take long before you do n’t need to be 'public to the public'-as you said, the first step of the enemy is to completely destroy the resistance of the empire, then they will definitely destroy the facts of the empire; even then the church No matter how you try to cover it up, your letter will make rational people think about it. "

"And I guess, in addition to internal destruction, the enemy will sooner or later use external forces ... but by then, everything will be too late."

The dark-haired wizard took it for granted.

"We can't convince people who know nothing about it, people who pretend they can't hear, people who doubt, hostility or even think about wanting us to die without burial ..." Asha Mai paused for a few seconds:

"But at least, we can no longer be close to ourselves, and have been doing our best to help our friends hide."

"Yes, this will bring a lot of danger, it will put them in danger, and they will also become the targets of the enemy ... but this is also their right ~ www.readwn.com ~ because they are replaced, they will also be right You do the same thing. "

"You ... really shouldn't hide them, let them believe at the last minute ... everything is as you expected."

"Let them treat you as a friend in need of help, rather than a **** who can be used to rely on and rely on ... You are not an omnipotent god, and God can't save us; limited ability, ordinary ordinary and sick people, can save another A person like him. "

Loren looked solemnly at the softly whispered, but so serious that every word seemed to ooze blood. Harlem van Ashamai; he finally understood what the other party wanted to say to himself.

While he was still awake and alive, he opened his wound and told himself with the **** scars ...

Young people, don't be a second, don't be stupid.

"As for now ..." The old man suddenly raised his head and crossed the dark-haired wizard to look at the locked door behind him:

"Why don't you let the little girl behind you obviously quarrel with you come in? I think she has been lying behind the door for a long time."