You and me under the world tree

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This answer is very simple, but no one dares to say this answer in the first place.

"Where did the collected food and money go?"

"All right, Forsyte."

Finally, they couldn't help but speak.

"Let's leave it at that, let's settle here first."

"But……"

"There are some things that people like us can't manage, even if you were raised by a wizard. Human abilities are limited."

"limited……"

Watching the guard who spoke, Forsyte looked as if he wanted to say something more, but in the end he just sighed.

"Well, limited."

In this way, this matter seems to have come to an end.

The guards took the initiative, first settled Walter, and then started running again.

The first thing is to see if Walter has a partner who came back with him or something.

This is really there.

As a frontline soldier, Walter certainly didn't come back alone.

He hadn't left Vasgenstein alone, and Ilmin was with him.

When he came back, apart from Irmin, there was also a disabled person who seemed to have been seriously injured in the war.

Although he appears to have healthy limbs, he seems unable to walk freely and can only sit in a wheelchair.

After greeting Ilmin and the disabled person, they contacted around, ordered a coffin, and held a funeral.

However, this is not an easy task.

Originally, Forsyte and the others wanted to settle these matters before Walter woke up.

However, they have no money.

A traditional funeral requires not only a resting land, but also a priest to preside over the funeral.

What's more, the coffin also needs to be specially ordered by someone, and the tombstone also needs to be carved.

However, the current guards can't make up the money.

Maybe they can work together to buy the next piece of land, but they can't afford to pay priests to the surrounding temples.

So they can only wait for Walter, who is the person involved, to wake up.

And Walter himself obviously calmed down a lot after waking up, but he made an unexpected decision:

"I don't need any priests, just prepare the cemetery. I can make the tombstone and coffin myself."

It's simple and crude, but it's enough for Walter and the others.

He carved the tombstone alone, while his partner Ilmin helped him make the coffin without saying a word.

After nearly half a month, Walter finally let his mother lie quietly in the grave.

As for the funeral or something, this process is basically completely omitted.

During this dangerous period of alert, Walter didn't want to attract other people's attention, so he just buried his mother quietly.

And next, he will leave here.

Because he has other things to do, but before that, he still plans to say goodbye to his mother.

"It looks like I'm too weak."

Walking on the road in the small town, he couldn't help but smile wryly in a low voice.

Facing his self-deprecating attitude, Irmin just reached out and patted his shoulder.

At the same time, the man on the other side, who was relying on his own ability to move the wheelchair, also expressed his thoughts:

"It's nothing, it's better to say that it is a kind of rare courage to express how much you value your family and how you miss your family without any scruples."

The speaking man was in a wheelchair and appeared to have lost his ability to move freely.

A cloak is draped over his upper body, hiding his face.

But his weakness can be seen from the exposed arms and legs.

There is such a stunted feeling.

But he really is a fighter.

And his name was once extremely loud.

The commander of the frontier legion, the former number one Gothic warrior, the holy sword warrior, Wittig who holds the Mimonger sword!

Chapter 5: It's been a long time, but...

Wittig had a good time.

When he was young, he traveled around with the Excalibur made by his father who also had a legendary name.

After leaving one legend after another, he finally fought on the battlefield as a Gothic warrior.

In the end, after parting ways with the Gothic princess who had been loyal to him in an extremely unpleasant way, he guarded the eastern defense.

Although during this process, not everyone complained about him.

However, he eventually repelled the Hungarians.

Not many people know the inside story, but outsiders only know that he defeated the so-called invincible King of Hunland with a slight advantage in the duel witnessed and approved by the gods.

That is the son of the gods, an out-and-out demigod.

It was the deeds that quickly spread like this that made him shine again.

In the perception of most outsiders, that hero should now guard the frontier and continue to resist the possible intrusion of Warcraft and Hungary.

However, no one would have thought that a warrior who once had a famous name would appear here, still looking like this.

"Cough cough cough."

He didn't know whether it was because of the strong wind or talking too fast, but he suddenly coughed.

The weakness of his body made his complexion pale.

At this moment, he looked weak and weak, but he desperately hugged the sword in his arms.

Excalibur Mimonger.

No matter what, he would never let go of the sword made by his father.

However, it is different from the slightly ostentatious attitude of the past.

Now Mimonger has already been covered with a piece of coarse cloth, and he is hiding in his arms like this.

But can he really still hold his own sword?

No one knows this.

Even if the guards are by his side now, Ilmin and Walter who acted with him don't know.

However, just look at the current situation.

I'm afraid it will be difficult.

No, there should be no way to fight.

With such thoughts in mind, Walter and Irmin looked at each other.

"If it doesn't work, you should drink the medicine."

Finally, Ilmin whispered.

"If you drag it on like this, your body won't be able to support it."

"No, I'm fine."

Pale for a while, Wittig just shook his head.

"I can't drink this bottle of potion yet."

Then, he laughed about it.

"But you don't have to worry about anything, I just need to store up my energy now, even if it's only for less than a minute."

He clenched his fists.

"Even if it's only a few tens of seconds, I'm still a fighter, so I won't hold you back."

"This……"

"Okay, don't say anything more."

"Ah."

Just like that, Walter and Ilmin also gave up.

After all, no matter what, this life potion belongs to Wittig himself.

If he himself has no intention of drinking, then no one has any reason or qualification to force him.

"Go and see your mother for the last time, we still have a lot to do."

At this moment, Wittig spoke.

Immediately afterwards, he closed his eyes.

The look of closing his eyes and resting his mind reveals lingering exhaustion.

Obviously he just pushed the wheelchair from the town to the cemetery outside the town, but his performance was as tired as after a battle.

This kind of physical performance that is not as good as that of ordinary people can't help but make people who are familiar with him feel astonished and even a little uncomfortable.

Finally, Walter sighed.Slowly walked to the cemetery of Vasgenstein.

At this moment, his mood is also quite complicated.

Wittig's business, his own mother's business.

Many thoughts were intertwined in his mind.

That sense of anger and force emerged again.

But compared to the initial wave that seemed to be able to crush rationally, this time the turbulence did not seem to be so violent.

However, is this because his heart is gradually becoming stronger, or has it become numb?

Even Walter himself didn't understand this.

And he didn't want to understand.

He didn't even want to think about it.

He didn't want to think about anything, it seemed that he just regarded worshiping and saying goodbye to his mother as an ordinary obligation.

Maybe only by thinking like this can he calm down.