Um?
? ? ?
After realizing what the other person was talking about, Eberlen's face twitched uncontrollably, but her years of aristocratic refinement prevented her expression from revealing her true thoughts.
(Aristocratic profanity)
(Silver Parliament slang)
Of course, the self-proclaimed nobles did not actually use foul language, and even if they did in private, Eberon would never come into contact with them.
She finally understood what it felt like to almost burst out cursing.
Take a deep breath.
"...Please get some rest, I'll be leaving now."
Taking a deep breath, Eberron nodded vigorously to the old man and strode away.
She didn't dare turn her head, afraid that she might lose her composure and say something rude.
This will not only damage one's own image, but it is not something to be proud of to speak to an injured person in this way.
"Well, let's go, let's go, let this old man stay here a little longer... Ah, he's gone."
Watching Eberron's retreating figure, which could be described as fleeing in disarray, the elderly kobold smiled kindly.
"What a polite child! He managed to keep going like that."
The old man chuckled softly twice, shook his head with a smile, and sighed:
"They are so well protected. They have never seen death or experienced the ravages of wind and frost. It's wonderful."
"But wandering young people? They're everywhere on the battlefield."
After laughing for a while, the old dog-headed orc's wrinkled nose twitched slightly, the kindness in his eyes vanished, and he silently murmured as he looked in the direction Eberron had disappeared:
"The taste is very faint. Have I tasted it before? It doesn't seem to be here."
"The clues have gone cold once again... Where are you hiding, you blasphemer?"
The color in his aged pupils faded, eventually turning almost a pale gold, and the old man gave a toothy smile.
"I will definitely find you, and then..."
Although he only had two or three teeth left in his mouth, the old man still exuded a fierce and brutal aura at that moment.
"No one can stop us."
The leaked aura lasted only a moment before he quickly reverted to his kind demeanor, smiling as he looked at the wounded around him.
Praise be to my Lord.
...
...
In the dark, cold room, which resembled a freezer, Han Ci stopped working on the last task at hand.
call.
He exhaled a breath, but no white vapor formed.
"…………"
He nodded as he looked at the soldiers whose basic appearances had been restored. Once the remains were properly prepared, a new batch could be replaced.
Knock knock.
The office, which should have been deserted, was knocked on once again.
Is it Eberron?
Has that naive noblewoman still not learned her lesson?
His cold eyes flickered, but Han Ci remained silent for a moment before ignoring him and continuing to tidy up the deceased's appearance.
Knock knock.
But the person outside continued to knock relentlessly, completely ignoring the fact that they were being ignored.
"…………"
Just as Hanci was about to block out the sounds from the outside world, he heard a heavy panting and coughing.
"Cough cough cough, ignoring an old friend who comes to visit you is not a good habit, especially when the other party is a weak patient."
The cough, which sounded like he was coughing up his lungs, made Han Ci realize the other person's identity. He silently waved to the person behind him.
The door opened gently, letting the chill from the room out.
The figure outside waited until the chill had mostly dissipated before slowly entering. After looking around, he said regretfully:
"Your room is still as lifeless as ever... cough cough cough."
Ignoring the other person's evaluation, Han Ci took off his blood-stained coat and began to tidy his clothes.
Now that the Constipation Knight has arrived, it means that the time has come.
"...You've arrived."
"I've come to see you in person. What? Aren't you happy for me to see how healthy I am?"
Leaning back in his wheelchair, the tuberculosis rider raised an eyebrow and then coughed forcefully.
Cough cough cough...
healthy?
Hanci knew his opponent's physique very well, and knew just how much energy was contained beneath the seemingly dying body of the Constipation Knight.
This is a legend, and one of the most legendary knights, even among all legends.
But after all, right now...
"Seeing you like this, I seriously doubt whether you can fulfill your original purpose."
"Hahaha, what are you saying? Of course I can!"
Cough cough cough... cough cough cough!
Hearing the continuous, rhythmic coughing, Grand Duke Hanci felt his expression distort beneath his mask. After a moment of silence, he asked:
"Can you still move?"
The wheelchair beneath him started moving on its own, demonstrating the mobility of the soul.
"Of course, cough cough cough... ah cough cough cough!"
Cough cough cough.
Cough cough cough!
Cough cough cough?
Cold Thorn: ?
Is this never going to end?!
Unable to bear it any longer, Han Ci finally couldn't maintain his cold expression and turned around to rebuke:
"That's enough! If you don't feel uncomfortable, stop coughing!"
Turning around, he indeed saw a terrifying face with a wide smile.
!!
The illness had long since drained his life force, leaving his once handsome face only with a hideous expression, but such a face meant nothing to the Cold Thorn Duke, who was surrounded by the dead.
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