Duke of Grief

　　 is not the same as when I first met. After moving to the forest, the black dragon is diligent in taking a bath. This is not a swamp, and there is no strange smell.

　　 The fire in the fire was crackling, and the maid leaned on Cervantes' abdomen, holding the modernized'Book of Wisdom' in her hand.

　　 This is a very quaint book. It is very thick. Every page is filled with dense and dense words. It seems to be so thick, but it can't be turned over.

　　 As a very lowB system, even the book of Wisdom, which is not even a system, can only let her possess knowledge. In addition to knowledge, the Book of Wisdom will not give her anything.

　　【Knowledge is the most precious thing in this world. You will never know how many things are recorded in my book. No one knows except my first master! 】

Although I know that this unreasonable system cultivates myself in order to tell myself that I can’t get something for nothing, so I still need to do some “tasks” when I want to get knowledge... It’s all about designing tasks based on interest, thieves, thieves, trouble !

　　 But the maid is still very happy about the fact that it can be used as a spell book and the pages can never be used up.

"Chaos hasn't been chaotic, and there is no one to see. Since Pangu broke the horizon, it opened up to distinguish from the turbid, covering up groups and admiring people, and inventing everything is good. Biography..." In this passage, the maid was pronounced in Chinese. As a dragon, Cervantes is still very capable of learning. Although he is not able to learn magic, he has even arrived to make him feel that he is cursed. Degree, but it took only a year to learn a new language in order to be able to hear the original novel.

　　 Cervantes closed his eyes and stared. The maid’s legs were covered with blankets and he read the novel quietly. Under the clear night sky, he gradually fell asleep.

The black dragon opened his eyes in the middle of the night and met the black shadow with half of his head on the water. Until the black shadow submerged again, Cervantes curled up with a flexible tail. The branch of the tree was put into a fire that was weakening, and then closed his eyes again.

　　 The maid covered with luxurious blankets curled up beside the black dragon, revealing a sweet smile.

　　…………

　　 Today's City of the Sad Wind Lord is still very peaceful.

　　 Caravans entering and leaving the city, bustling streets, busy vendors, noisy guilds, as always.

"Cough..." As always in the mournful collar, in the city of Wind, the old Duke of mournful wind couldn't help but cough. After covering his mouth gently with his hand, after releasing his hand, he saw the palm appear again. Bloodshot.

　　 This is an old man in his sixties. His dry white hair is spread out in a strand. In this early autumn, even if he wears thick clothes, he feels cold.

His handsome face did not leave many scars for him, and his calm temperament added a little charm to him. This sword saint known as the "Sorrowful Wind" was young, middle-aged, and old. They are all excellent men very popular with women.

　　 But now he is dying!

　　His life did not come to an end, it was just an old injury, his body broke down, and he was suffering from illness due to fatigue, so he was about to die.

However, even if he is about to die, he is not an old man who can’t even walk on his own. As a well-known swordsman, he has far more control of the body than ordinary people. Although his body is old, he can still support it. Last time...it should have been this way!

Wende City is as usual, but the strong wall city closest to the Black Forest in the sorrow winds ended the battle yesterday-a powerful monster in the Black Forest ran out. Although the lord of the sorrow wind killed the monster in the shortest time, but This also made him reach the limit of the body that should not continue to work hard.

　　 The duke, who was originally a pair of white temples, was white-headed one night after that. Every day, he could feel that his life was accelerating. This feeling can make ordinary people go mad, but the will of the sword master is not so easy to be defeated.

　　The Duke of Sorrowful Wind can not only feel the passing of life, but also the loss of power. His body is decaying little by little until it rots.

　　 Now he feels the old soldiers. If it is not to continue to support the mourning wind collar and the mourning wind family, he may have entered the Black Forest and died in a hearty battle.

In response to a request from the beginning, he spent five hundred years on the territory of the Kingdom of Corot, and he hardly walked out of the sorrowful wind. As a swordsman, he was sad. As a nobleman fighting for the king, he was An aristocrat who can add thousands of glory to himself, an aristocrat who can make many people respectfully.

Living a life that is not extravagant, a hundred years of sword practice, every ten years, you need to lead your nobles and knights to fight a war. Watching the comrades continue to age and die, they are still blocked by their tall bodies. At the front, this is the Duke of Sad Wind.

　　The nobles in the interior cannot understand such glory. In the hundreds of years of inheritance, only a few nobles have maintained their traditions, and the rest of the nobles have been decaying, even the royal family.

　　The Duke of Sad Wind moved a chair and sat in the garden, basking in the sun quietly, just like a peaceful old man who had already felt that death was approaching and knew that his life was about to die.

　　Now he still does everything by himself, no one can take away the glory of a sword saint.

　　 ‘It’s okay to die at this time, at least... I can still pick up my sword. ’

　　 The current Duchess and Duke’s daughter-in-law stood behind a window, tears in the corners of their eyes, watching the once tall mountain-like husband and father fall a little into the abyss of death.

The Duchess hugged her daughter in her arms and choked: "Tina, my father didn't not love you, just, just...you are too young, even with the help of knights and vassals, we can't... I'm sorry, Tina, I'm sorry!"

The Duchess wiped her tears, raised her head stubbornly and looked at the tearful mother, saying, "Mother, I know, everything is because I am playful and unknowing, and the pressure on my father is too great to be inherited. Sad wind collar is because I am too weak, I..."

　　The Duchess was embraced by the Duchess, "Don't say it, Tina, don't say..."

The 36-year-old Duchess has always admired the Duke of Beifeng since she was a child, so when she grew up, as a member of the royal family, under the introduction of her uncle, the former king Andre IV, UU read www. uukanshu. Com and the Duke of Beifeng became a husband and wife and had a daughter.

　　 originally thought that he could spend a lifetime with his husband so quietly, so that he could walk into peace with his company.

　　But her husband's physical condition turned sharply half a year ago. Years of battle has made his body very tired, but he still has to deal with official duties, plus the previous battle... The husband is about to step into death.

　　 But now she has no choice but to hold her daughter to cry, and even needs her daughter to comfort herself, but she has no way.

Behind the greedy aristocracy is a decaying kingdom. Her talented cousin wants to restore the country to its former glory, so he must get a lot of gold coins. He needs gold coins very much. Not many people around him can believe him. Staring at the sad wind collar, with their mother and daughter alone, the sad wind collar cannot be kept.

　　 "Dragon... Black Dragon..."

　　 There was a noise outside, and the Duke opened his eyes slightly.

　　 "Protect Duke..."

　　 A clearer voice came into the ear, a shadow blocked the sun, and the black dragon circling in the sky.

　　Looking at the black dragon's vigorous posture and energetic body, Duke Fengfeng smiled comfortably.

　　 "Father!" There was a cry of exclamation from her daughter, and the Black Dragon landed in front of the Duke of Sad Wind at this time.

　　Ittis ran behind her father in a panic. Although her teeth were fighting and her legs were shaking, she was also chanting a mantra with a trembling voice.

　　 Lord Duke's shrivelled left hand rested on her daughter's arm, quieting her.

　　 stood up with his right hand on the armrest, and stared at the black dragon who looked at him from the top.

　　 "Cervantes, my son, are you finally here?"