He didn't know how Arthur returned to Ardesno Mansion, but when he woke up completely, Eloise and Mrs. Inno were sitting on the bedside chairs in the guest room on the third floor with red eyes, watching
Looking at him, he could see the gloomy day outside through the tightly drawn curtains.
"Elise...Ms. Ino, I...what's wrong?" Arthur opened the quilt covering his body. His eyes were dry and uncomfortable, his cheeks were sticky, and even his body couldn't help it.
strength.
"You cried almost all night... No matter how we asked you, you just cried alone holding the golden monument. I'm sorry, ah, I'm fine, I just can't see others crying." Elus wiped the corners of her eyes with a tissue,
Then he pointed at the gold obelisk that attracted special attention in Arthur's hand. The obscure elven writing on it oppressed the three people present, "It's there, don't worry. When you came back in the early morning, I asked Guy to check it specifically."
No one is following you, but what happened..."
Arthur choked up again. He remembered what happened before he fell asleep, and recalled the scene where Mrs. Lily, who was stimulated by the arbitration due to a heart disease, finally said a message to each child in the charity house and never woke up again.
Thinking of the last words Mrs. Lily said to herself, there was no need for anyone in the Hermit Society to know these things. Arthur scratched his wild hair randomly and said in a hoarse voice: "Nothing happened. By the way, why does the air feel so good?"
Damn..." Arthur took the yellow silk handkerchief from Elise and wiped the area around his bloodshot eyes.
Mrs. Inno was not in a good state, and she seemed to have been up most of the night. Arthur didn't come back last night. Mrs. Ino specially asked Eloise and Guy to investigate the situation, and she was always worried about Arthur's condition.
, sitting in the lobby on the second floor of the mansion all night, smoking a pipe, waiting for the news from the two young men. It was not until Arthur came back in the early morning that Mrs. Inno relaxed her tense nerves. This was not because Mrs. Inno was kind and kind.
Kindhearted, Arthur already knows the appearance of all the members of the Hermitage. If Arthur is captured by the Arbitration Bureau personnel for returning to the Charity House to get the Monument of Life, Mrs. Eno is worried that the young Arthur will not be able to withstand it.
He was tortured to reveal information about the Hermit wizards.
Mrs. Ino took a deep breath of the starryllium smoke and sighed: "The news I learned from the newsboy this morning is that a snowstorm bigger than the previous days will affect the northeastern region of the Southern Continent within three days. I heard
It is said that the source of the information is the water wizard who is being studied by the Arbitration Institute. He seems to be able to sense changes in the air and then analyze what kind of weather changes there will be. They actually use our compatriots to do this kind of thing, just like tools...
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"Is there going to be a big snowstorm again..." Arthur tightened the beige long-sleeved shirt provided by Mrs. Eno's South District store. Even though the temperature reached a level that ordinary people could not bear without a fireplace to warm them, but
Arthur was still in single clothes. He got out of bed, came to the window, opened the curtains, and looked at the thick gray cumulus clouds at the top of the city. "You guys tell me, why do the people from the Arbitration Institute target us like this? It's like
We are not human beings. Although I often feel that I am like a monster. I am always charged with electricity. I can trigger the electric current in the air to make a loud noise with my hand. Even if I am injured, I can recover quickly... But I don't understand how humans can interact with others.
The orcs once turned into enemies, but they did not allow us wizards to live freely under the sky."
Arthur's words made it difficult for Elise and Ino to reply easily. This problem has troubled modern wizards for several years, and no wizard can figure out why.
"Don't you even let me see you for the last time? There are so many people on guard outside, just waiting for me to show up..." Arthur whispered to himself, straightened his arms to the back of his head, stretched deeply, and then
Putting his hand on the fogged window glass, he said: "Madam, please let me know one thing for you. Please inform the members of our Hermitage that I intend to officially become the so-called leader. However, I am still young and many things still need to be done."
With the help of the older wizard, I still don’t know why I am the only one who can become the leader, but I promise that as long as I live for one day, I will work hard for the wizard to be free from any constraints and threats. "
Mrs. Inno froze in place for a long time without making any movement. Eloise on the side also showed a happy expression, grabbing Mrs. Ino's long skirt, "Mom, go and prepare a letter to Uncle Termasiu and the others."
"Ah, yes... For some reason, I seem to have seen the vision of the asylum that Parrish described to me. Maybe we can really see the day when the wizarding age comes." Mrs. Inno opened the room
He opened the door and planned to write a letter to Temasio. He seemed to remember something and turned to wink at his daughter. After Elise followed her, Mrs. Inno leaned close to Elise and whispered:
"You are optimistic about Arthur. I always feel that something is wrong with him. He cried like that, but now it seems like nothing happened. I am worried that he will have psychological problems."
"I understand, do you want to notify Mr. Parrish with your lapel button?"
"Okay, you can use my collar button to send messages. Don't let Arthur go out alone."
After finishing speaking, Mrs. Inno turned her head to look at Arthur by the window again, and left the third floor.
"Blizzard..." Arthur muttered by the window.
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Three days later, the city of Brighton on the border of the Western District officially organized a public cemetery. A dozen residents of Brighton City, wrapped in thick coats and standing in knee-deep snow, watched two gravekeepers carry a coffin into the cemetery.
In the snow, George stood at the front of the crowd, letting the wind and snow freeze his side face until it turned sickly red.
Today is the day when Mrs. Lily is buried. Because Mrs. Lily used to be a clerk in the law enforcement team, the Clay Street Law Enforcement Team specially sent two team members to attend the funeral together. In addition, there are several old colleagues of Mrs. Lily.
I came here to see off Mrs. Lily for the last time. The cold wind was blowing, and Mrs. Lily's coffin was placed in the corner of the tomb area. In the center of the tomb area was a plaster statue, and the person on it was none other than the first King of Hiss.
He knelt down on one knee to thank every member of the official organization who contributed to the construction of Brighton City.
George placed only the ice crystal flowers that bloomed in winter in front of the coffin, watched the two tombkeepers bury the thick snow with shovels, and then erected the tombstone. There was a short sentence engraved on it, devoting one's life to love. Lizzie and Brynn were there.
George was already crying behind him.
In the past three days, Charity House and others have lost a lot of weight. Not only have they had to face repeated searches by the arbitration office, but they also have to deal with Mrs. Lily's funeral. George has written to the city council and the military many times, questioning the arbitration office.
What he did, he only received a response of suspending the search. This kept George in a state of rage, and repeatedly cursed the official organizations for their jointness and irrationality.
However, no matter how angry she was, she could not change the established fact. Mrs. Lily was finally buried on a moonless day.
Because of the snowstorm that has been rare in decades, Brighton City has many volunteers on the street to inform everyone not to go out easily, and then actively deal with the snow, transport supplies from areas not too affected by the snowstorm, and then transport supplies in the north
Distribution was concentrated in the district. There were very few open shops in the southern district, and most of the nobles left Brighton City and went to the Eastern and Western Continents to escape the snowstorm. Only some so-called poor people were left in Brighton City.
"Let's go home. It's very cold outside. I will return to Tommy's Town tomorrow. Livlan really has no way to attack some elves who are forced to become soldiers." George hugged Catalina and said to the visitor
After thanking and saying goodbye to the tombkeeper, the four of them came to the entrance to the cemetery wall and were ready to wait for Jack, the coachman, to come and pick them up. Lizzie and Brynn were holding many condolence gifts, and Jack came to help pick them up.
George leaned against the wall and shook off the snow on his head. Except for the four people in the charity house, the only sound in the cemetery was the howling wind.
"Katerina, let's get married when I come back from Tommy Town this time." In front of Li Qi and Brynn, George held Katerina's hand and whispered to her. Katerina nodded,
Not sad or happy, he just looked ahead and said: "I don't know how Arthur is doing. I promised Mrs. Lily to take good care of my brothers and sisters."
"He will be fine, right, Arthur." George leaned against the wall, as if Arthur was right in front of him, "You must follow your own path. If your fellow wizards are not trustworthy, come to the soup."
Mill Town is looking for me. If any enemies come to trouble you, ask Jack to bring me a message. I will definitely come back to help you. Do you hear me, Arthur?" George waved his wooden bionic arm, aimed it in the air, and then looked
Jack, who walked through the cold snow from afar, took Catalina in hand and handed the condolence gift to Jack.
The cemetery fell into silence again. Ten minutes later, Arthur, wearing a dark dress, walked out from the corner of the wall, scattered the petals of the ice crystal flower in his hand into the sky, and left the cemetery in the wind and snow with a sad expression.