Du Wei held the coffin and sighed for a while, and then took out a strange thing from his arms. This thing, I am afraid no one in this world would recognize it, was three sticks of incense.
Du Wei shook his hand casually, and a trace of fire appeared on his fingertips, and he lit the incense. In the curl of smoke, he heard Du Wei softly say: "Hey, you guy, do you know? This thing is unique in this world."
Before I came here, I was thinking that if a unique guy like you died, I should give you something special. After thinking about it, I made this thing myself. This thing, in front of me
...Well, in another world, it's called 'incense', alas... Originally I wanted to make some ingot candles, but I was afraid of the trouble."
Du Wei held three sticks of incense in his hand, facing the coffin, and solemnly pointed three points.
At this moment, a gust of wind blew past behind him, gently lifting the black curtain at the entrance of the hall.
Du Wei frowned slightly, but did not look back, but said calmly: "What's wrong? Didn't Your Majesty allow me to be alone for a while?"
From behind, a hoarse voice came: "Your Majesty the Duke."
This voice seemed familiar. Du Wei's heart moved. He turned around and looked behind him.
A thin figure, wearing a red robe, exactly the attire of a court magician. But the red cloak covered his face, and due to the angle, although there was a brazier burning beside him, he happened to be standing impartially.
There was no backlight, and his head was lowered, making it difficult for people to see his face clearly.
But when Du Wei heard this voice, he was a little surprised: "Yi? You?"
"I am the chief magician of the palace." The man whispered.
Du Wei's face changed slightly, and he looked at this guy with a deep look. He seemed to think for a moment, and then suddenly smiled: "Oh, so that's it... It really surprises me. You are actually the chief magician of the palace?
Humph... But this must be Chen's arrangement. This guy always likes to do things secretly. Since it is him who does things, I won't be surprised no matter how strange they are. But... you hide it very well.
"
This guy wearing a red court mage robe and identified as the chief mage of the palace is actually an old acquaintance of Du Wei!!
Du Wei stared at him for a while. Then he laughed in a low voice: "As the chief magician of the palace... and also the deacon of the magic union, Master Clark, the burden on your shoulders is not light."
Clark!
This person is actually Clark, the deacon of the Magic Guild! He is also the guy who almost became Du Wei's first magic teacher in the early years!
Du Wei nodded, thought again, and then smiled: "I remembered, you... are probably a chess piece set up by Chen very early. Haha, I remember the first time I met Chen
When we met, it was in the Magic Guild. At that time, you were already his."
Clark slowly took off his cloak and smiled faintly at Duwei: "Your Excellency, you guessed it right. I was trained by the court magician when I was very young. Later, in order to serve the royal family, I hid my identity.
After leaving the palace, I joined the Magic Guild."
After a pause, his smile was a bit complicated: "However, it can be regarded as a trick of fate. If it hadn't been for the coup, the former chief mage died in the battle on the day of the coup. I would not have been able to take office so easily. After His Highness took power, he re-appointed
I am a newcomer, and I have already held an important position in the Magic Guild, so His Highness values me particularly."
"Yeah." Duwei nodded: "That's right..." But he took another look at Clark: "It seems that the royal family has taken action against the Magic Union a long time ago."
"It has been like this for hundreds of years." Clark did not hide it: "The three major forces, whether it is the temple, the royal family or the magic union, this kind of mutual penetration has always been inevitable for generations."
"Huh." Du Wei smiled and fell silent. There was nothing strange about Infernal Affairs.
But Clark, an Infernal Affairs man, as a court magician of the royal family, could actually climb to the high position of deacon in the magic union. It is really not easy! This guy is hiding very deep!
"But, you suddenly came here and exposed your identity to me... Aren't you afraid of me..." Du Wei paused deliberately at this point.
"Not afraid." Clark said frankly: "You are a person trusted by the Prince Regent. His Highness told me before his death that I can trust you. You will also be willing to accept his instructions before his death."
"Instructions?" Du Wei shook his head: "You know, if I leak your secret, you won't be able to stay in the Magic Union. It took you so many years to get into the top of the Magic Union. Even in the future, you said
Maybe there is a chance to become the president of the magic union."
"It's impossible to be the president of the Magic Union." Clark laughed a little mockingly: "I can become a deacon, which is the best. The Magic Union naturally has its tradition, but those who can become the president of the Magic Union are some of the former
A direct disciple of a prestigious old magician. As for me, an outsider who broke into the Magic Guild, although I tried my best to show my talents, I was lucky enough to become a deacon. I want to be the president of the Magic Guild, but I lack the advanced background.
, and he is not a disciple from a traditional famous family in the Magic Guild, so there is no hope for him."
"It seems you are not afraid that I will reveal your secret. Are you so confident?"
"It's not that I have confidence." Clark shook his head and looked at Du Wei with serious eyes: "It's that His Highness has great confidence in you."
Du Wei pursed his lips and seemed to think for a while: "Tell me, he...has anything to entrust to me?"
Clark slowly took out something from his arms.
This is a letter, a thick rolled piece of paper, and the rolled shape in his hand is faintly glowing with red.
With a serious look on his face, Clark handed the scroll to Duwei.
Du Wei had just finished it, so he didn't open it first, but asked in a very calm tone: "Oh, is this the land he left for me? What is written on it?"
Clark looked serious, shook his head and said: "I haven't read it. This is a magic scroll. It can only be opened once. Once opened, it will be burned automatically after reading it."
Du Wei nodded, and sure enough he felt a faint fluctuation of magic power on the paper roll.
Gently unfolding the paper, the dense handwriting on it was indeed the handwriting of the familiar Prince Chen. And... there were faint red traces on the paper... huh?
"This is His Highness's last words before his death." Clark's voice seemed to contain no emotion at all: "I was by his side when he was writing. Your Highness... after writing, his body could no longer hold on, and he still couldn't hold on anymore.
Vomiting blood."
Du Wei's heart sank. He looked at the red traces on the paper. Sure enough, they were stains of blood. For a moment, his heart felt heavy and he couldn't tell what he was feeling.
Is it...a masterpiece...?
Looking at the content of the letter, each word is so clear, but it seems so blurry...
"Hey, Du Wei:
When you read this letter, I was already dead. Well, when I wrote this sentence, I felt really weird. In the past few days, I have taken medicine, which barely kept me awake.
Finish the last few things. After finishing the busy work, just wait quietly for death.
Do you know what it's like to wait for death? Let me tell you, it's not as scary as you imagined. Well, how should I put it? It's still very peaceful...Forget it, I don't need to tell you these things, there will always be something in the future
One day, when you die, you will understand.
In the past few days, I have been thinking about a question, which is...after I die, how many people will be really sad about it?
I thought about it carefully, my queen and I have a very good relationship, she will definitely be sad. My daughter Karina, and sister Louise will also be sad. Others... I want to come
When I want to go, it seems that I can only think of you.
Isn't it strange?
I also find it very strange, because in recent days, our relationship seems to be a little tense, and it seems that we are gradually turning from friends to enemies...
But even so, I still firmly believe that after I die, you will definitely be sad for me, right?
Have you cried? Have you shed tears? Don't lie to me. We will meet each other on the day you die. At that time, you can't lie to me even if you want to. And... you also know that you can't lie to me if you want to.
It’s an easy thing.”
Seeing this, Du Wei's hand holding the letter involuntarily clenched tightly, his breathing became a little unsteady, and his eyes became a little warmer.
He glanced at Clark subconsciously, and Clark immediately understood: "I have delivered the letter. These are His Highness's last words. Only you have the right to know. Duwei, you continue reading, I will go out first."
After saying that, he floated out gently like a gust of wind.
Du Wei took a deep breath, stabilized his mind, and then continued to look back...
"... Du Wei, in fact, I have always had a big question in my mind about you. I always feel that your life experience up to now seems to be a miracle. Or... you even seem to be...
He is simply a person who should not belong to this world."