Dust of History Chapter 12: National events

In the evening, the carriage picked up a guest for the Duke's Mansion.

This is a strange guest, nothing to match the gorgeous carriage, even the driver of the carriage is more well-dressed than him. He was wearing a very old and dirty robe, which seemed to be shameful, and even his face was covered by the robe.

The servants of the Duke's Mansion are of high quality. So even though seeing the duke personally greet the guest with a smile on his face, he didn't show the slightest surprise, and they were still doing what they should do. It's just that they remembered that even the Grand Duke Erni, the duke's quasi-in-law, seemed to have never received such courtesy.

"I told the Bishop about coming here." Asa said as soon as he walked into the living room with the Duke and sat down.

The Duke smiled and waved. A servant came over holding Asa's knife. The Duke picked up the knife and handed it to Asa, then ordered all the servants to leave. There were only the two of them left in the living room. people.

He could see that the young man was not hostile or timid when he said this. He is not threatening his opponent, intimidating the other party 'you better not touch me', but showing that he is prepared.

In the face of warm hospitality, he still speaks clearly like this. Although this is a person who has a scheming heart, he doesn't like to play tricks.

The duke likes people like that. Although few people can match his scheming skills, he still likes the straightforwardness of such people. Even as an enemy, it is a happy opponent.

Now he has a better idea of ​​the young man's personality. He came to the magnificent duke's mansion wearing a shabby robe. Although he showed unruly clumsiness everywhere, his expression was neither humble nor overbearing. This is a guy who is pretty self-aware and doesn't really care about power or anything like that.

This is a very rare type of person. The money, power, and fame that can best buy people's hearts, this kind of people seem to be immune to these, and the general plotters seem to have only one way to deal with such tough bones, to kill.

But the Duke likes this type of people very much. In fact, use the most basic and simplest method for them, that is, as long as you understand them with reason and empathy, and let him feel that you are actually right, then he will not know. Unconsciously, I am on your side, and it is more reliable than buying with anything. It's just that people who are used to buying others are also narrow-minded and compare their hearts with their hearts, thinking that people in the world will only be used by me if they get benefits.

So even polite words can be omitted directly. The Duke said straight to the point: "Don't worry, now that the bishop has opened his mouth, who in the capital has the guts to touch you? Instead, I want to protect you completely. If anything happens to you, the responsibility will be on my head." .” His expression was very gentle, and his tone was very casual, without the slightest intention to please and flatter, as if he was just chatting with a friend.

Asa nodded. I took the knife back again, as if I had reconnected with an old friend who had been separated for many years, and a sense of security returned to my heart. Even if he knows nothing about politics and power, he still knows what the status of the bishop is. And the duke explained the words so straightforwardly, which made most of his wariness go away.

The Duke immediately said more bluntly: "Actually, I have always wanted to kill you." For such a direct person, he must be very direct.

Asa frowned, and asked, "Why?" He was surprised by this reason, but he also felt somewhat expected.

"It's the fact that your army was completely wiped out by the orcs in the west, and no one else should know about it." The Duke still said bluntly. "That is a very confidential military situation, and it is absolutely forbidden to leak it."

Asa nodded, which is why the duke ordered him to be executed immediately on the spot. That's where all the troubles came from for two months. Now he finally understood.

Somewhat different from what he had expected, the Duke was very frank, and very straightforwardly explained the malice towards him and the reason behind it. But he could also feel that the Duke wasn't lying to him. This also made him feel that the Duke was not a sinister and cunning person, and made him believe that the Duke was very sincere in inviting him.

"This news is very valuable. The people in your army didn't die in vain. It's just that if this news gets into the hands of some people with ulterior motives in the court, the consequences will be unimaginable." The Duke expressed his pain to him. "Have you ever told anyone about this?"

"No." The old man Sandro would never be interested in hearing these stories, and Asa had no chance to tell others.

The Duke smiled sincerely, nodded, and said, "That's good. In fact, I have always disliked this annoying way of keeping secrets, but this is the rule."

"What? Are all important secrets kept secret by silence?" Asa was surprised.

The Duke nodded: "Of course. As long as there are not too many people who know about it, this method is used. Think about it, how important is the life of a few people compared to the safety of thousands of people and the interests of the country? If You are the manager of the country, how do you choose?" The Duke smiled. "National affairs are all like this."

Asa frowned and thought about this impeccable logic carefully, then nodded, he believed that the Duke's actions were indeed understandable. As a result, his wariness and hostility towards the Duke were completely lifted.

The duke seemed to mention it casually: "I don't think the bishop should know what happened to you?"

Asa shook her head. A big stone fell in the Duke's heart, and this most important question was no longer a problem. But he only nodded slightly on the surface, and said: "Lord Bishop Ronis is a very kind person, but he has never been interested in military affairs. His intervention this time is probably a coincidence or a personal reason."

Asa nodded. When he saw that the old man who often came to Sandro at night turned out to be the bishop, his surprise was beyond words. Sandro just briefly told him the general situation, and His Excellency immediately ordered the carriage to be pulled into the big house, waiting for the Duke to return.

From the beginning to the end, the Bishop never asked him why the Duke wanted to get rid of him so quickly, neither did Sandro. They helped Asa solve this matter, but they didn't ask the reason at all, and they didn't even express the most basic curiosity. They were as casual as they saw a child fall on the street and helped him up.

Although he didn't understand, Asa didn't ask. It was inconvenient for the bishop to ask, but Sandro asked in vain, so he could only explain their indifference as simply because they didn't care. And they handled the matter that almost made him lose his head very casually.

The duke is also not very clear about the reason why the Bishop and Sandro intervened. But it doesn't matter, because what he wants to figure out is already very clear, and this matter will be solved very skillfully immediately. He said: "Fortunately, only Clovis and I have seen you. Tomorrow we only need to announce that the fugitive has been captured and executed, and you will be fine." He seemed to look at Asa seriously, and said: "As for the future, For the stability of the empire and the safety of the people, I just ask you to keep this secret." This hat is big and very glamorous, no young man would dislike it, and once he wears it, he will definitely be proud of it , Desperately protect.

This time the Duke was somewhat unexpected. Asa shook his head, but his attitude was as clear as expected by the Duke: "Of course I will keep a secret, but it's not because of the people of the country. I have no interest in national affairs at all. I just don't want you to embarrass the bishop, and I don't want to die either." .”

Although there are some surprises, the ending is satisfying. The Duke smiled happily, picked up the wine glass on the table, and said: "Then this matter is over. I am very sorry for the trouble I have caused you in the past two months, and please forgive me." He smiled I am happier. "Also, I want to thank you for keeping this a secret."

Asa also raised his glass and said with a faint smile: "You just do what you should do, and I also do what I should do."

The two clinked glasses and drank in one gulp.

"Actually, from my personal point of view, I have always been very grateful to you." After discussing some confidential details and other matters, the Duke patted Asa on the shoulder, looked into his eyes and said, "I really appreciate you." Thank you very much for saving my daughter." The tone did not have the slightest deliberation, expressing a father's gratitude just right.

Asa felt a little guilty instead, and asked, "Is Xiaoyi's injury healed now? Where is she now?" These two questions had been in his mind for two months.

The duke looked sad, and shook his head slightly: "After hurting the cervical spine, the journey was bumpy... Life is fine, but hands and feet will always be..."

"Can I meet her?" Asa asked impatiently.

In the bedroom, when Xiaoyi saw Asa, Duke Mrak realized that he hadn't seen his daughter's smiling face for a long time. This discovery made him a little disappointed.

"Why did you come to see me so late? Didn't you agree to wait for me here?" Xiaoyi's pale face flushed with excitement. But she can only express her mood in this way, even moving her fingers is impossible for her now.

Asa went to the bedside and knelt down, looked at Xiaoyi and said, "I'm sorry, I have something urgent to do suddenly. Am I here now?" He had already communicated with the Duke in the aisle, knowing that The caliber should be the same.

Xiaoyi laughed sadly at herself and said, "It's a pity that I can't move now, or I will cook and make my best dessert for you to taste." She lost a lot of weight, and her face was also very pale. The long-term pain and torment, more importantly, she has to face the fact that she can only lie motionless on the bed in the future. This is not something anyone can bear, not to mention that she is still very young, very beautiful, has many futures, and also has many ideals.

Her body lay peacefully under the quilt, motionless, just like those corpses covered with cloth on Sandro's table, lifeless. Only the head and neck can still move, revealing a little breath of life.

"It's all my fault..." Asa felt sour in his eye sockets, as if he had yawned. He made her like this, Asa recalled her own poor and vicious lie. For the first time in his life he felt heartache. It was the result of helplessness and remorse intertwined, powerless and clearly aware that it was a mistake that he could have avoided.

"How can I say that? Without you, I would have died a long time ago, and I wouldn't be able to come home. I won't see my father and sister." Xiaoyi said lightly, she seemed to be much stronger . Maybe it's because I have been too sad during this time and have accepted this reality. "It's just a pity that the notes in my backpack fell into the swamp. It contains the medicine information I have collected and recorded everywhere in the past two years. Also, it's a pity that I haven't found the two herbs you mentioned..."

If it weren't for me, nothing would happen to you at all. If it wasn't for my trap, you wouldn't be hurt like this. He didn't dare to say these words, which made him feel even more uncomfortable. Asa has read it in Sandro's book, and knows that healing magic is basically irreversible for brain damage. After playing with Sandro for so long, Asa knows that the spinal cord is actually an extension of the brain.

"There must be a way. There must be a way to cure you, don't worry." Asa looked at Xiaoyi and said. He remembered the book that taught himself to practice meditation. He had seen many miraculous anecdotes and various strange things related to magic recorded in the catalogue, and even seen the unimaginable term 'resurrection'. As long as you go back and read the book carefully, and translate the words above, you will definitely find clues, and you will definitely find a cure.

"Thank you for comforting me. In fact, as long as you visit me often and chat with me, I will be very happy." Xiaoyi smiled weakly.

"It's not to comfort you." Asa said with unusual firmness, each word with a weight of ten thousand pounds: "I will definitely find a way to cure you, no matter what method or how long it takes."

Xiaoyi looked at him in surprise, then slowly turned her head away, facing the other wall. Asa couldn't see her face, only her voice was choked up. "Don't say that. I have decided not to cry anymore."

Until he left the Duke's Mansion and walked on the drizzle-filled street, he was still immersed in this great sense of responsibility.

His Excellency the Duke also thanked him very touched, and told him that he didn't have to worry about this matter, he was already very grateful for his kindness. After all, it wasn't his fault.

But this kind of thing is really my fault. Asa dared not speak out. He made up his mind to make up for this mistake. Once he remembered that because of his momentary timidity and cowardice, he had crippled a beautiful, gentle and full of vitality woman, and could only wait to die on the bed like a corpse, he felt a pang in his heart. It was poured into a jar of boiling lead juice.

He must not let this guilt haunt him all the time, and he must not let himself see those limbs that are motionless like corpses again when he is half asleep and half awake.

And when he finally saw Xiaoyi's teary eyes, he was even more shocked.

When she finally readjusted her voice and breathing and turned around, Asa saw a tear-stained face. The already emaciated face revealed a brilliance that didn't match it. It was a gaunt fullness, an unfortunate contentment.

He could see that it wasn't a sadness, but another emotion he didn't quite understand. Although he didn't understand, there was an inexplicable emotion sprouting in his body, and then it spread into every corner of his thoughts in an instant. It was as if an innate string in an unknown corner of her heart had been touched, resonating with her inexplicable emotion.

This feeling mingled with his mournful sense of responsibility, and mixed into a mixture of sadness and joy, filling his limbs and bones. He felt that he had infinite courage, even if there was a sea of ​​fire and a mountain of knives in front of him, he would go there despite thousands of people.

He was completely immersed in the world of his feelings, until he heard a loud shout: "Stop.", he realized that he had been surrounded by several people.

Four full-body armored swordsmen sandwiched him in four directions. There were a few youths dressed as nobles standing outside, and the leading one had a braid. Asa recognized him, and it was this guy who was wounded by his wrist and throat last night. Pedestrians on the street saw that the momentum was wrong here, and they all avoided.

Little braid looked at Asa against the firelight. You pointed at him and shouted loudly: "It's you! Do you think you put on makeup last night, and no one recognizes you today? Tell you, someone has already reported to me. It's so majestic to be a hero and save the beauty, isn't it? Tonight, I'll cut off your head and use it as a urinal!" Looking very lively, Priest Wangdu's healing skills are indeed very high.

"Go away." Asari ignored him and walked forward.

Little braid shouted: "Stop me." The two armored swordsmen clamped in the middle, stretched out their hands and pushed, pushing Asa back.

Little braid is like a dog whose tail has been trampled on, jumping up and shouting: "How dare you look down on me? How dare you look down on me? Do you know who I am? Don't think you can do magic tricks That's fine." He pointed at the four armored swordsmen, as if showing off. "Look at the equipment on them. They are the palace guards. How many times will they be afraid of you? Let me tell you, my young master can mobilize hundreds of people to kill you at any time. I just..."

"I said get out." Asa didn't listen to what he was saying at all, and stared straight at the two swordsmen in front.

"Kill him! Kill him immediately!" The braid jumped up and screamed. The two armored swordsmen in front raised their shields and drew out their long swords, rushing towards Asa.

"Go to hell!" Asa was furious, and drew his knife from under his robe, and slashed at the shields of the swordsmen.

There was a loud noise, and the two armored swordsmen fell straight backwards, clapping their hands and screaming in pain. The deformed shield flew backwards, one hit Xiaozi's face, and the other hit his chest, two muffled bangs and several bone cracking sounds rushed over each other. This time, the little braid fell down without even being able to utter a yell.

"Young master, young master..." The people next to him immediately surrounded him, while the two swordsmen behind were completely overwhelmed by the power of this blow~IndoMTL.com~Stand still and move He didn't dare to move either. Asa passed the group of people and walked towards the big house.

It wasn't until he walked a long way that Asa realized that he had dislocated his own wrist just now because of the excessive force. I connected the joints by myself, and broke out in a cold sweat.

With the idea of ​​giving it a try, Asa asked Sandro if there is any way to restore mobility to people with spinal cord injuries.

The result was as expected. Sandro yawned and replied: "Yes. You take him to Diya Valley to find the Necromancer Guild, and make sure he can run around, maybe even fly."

"Is there a way to survive?" Asa felt that he was asking too much.

But this time the answer surprised Asa. "Of course there is." Sandro went to bed and got ready for sleep. "You can go to the Forest of Whispers to find a leaf of the world tree. Hehe."

"What is that? Where is it? How can I..." Asa asked quickly.

"I'm going to bed, I'm going to check the books by myself." Sandro closed his eyes and curled up on the bed.