"Your Excellency, is it no more?" said Richard. Although the injury of Bayi Chinese Net Fang Dan was heavy, he saw it very clearly at that time, and it was not so serious that it could not be saved at all, and the quicksand gave him treatment in time to treat the serious injury, of course, the combat effectiveness of the wound was inevitably affected after the wound, why did it suddenly reach the point where it couldn't do it?

Towards the end of the battle, Baron Fontaine was carried off the battlefield and returned to the castle's main building to be healed by the elders of the family doctor. By the time Richard arrived, the baron's bedroom was already full. Many of them were women and children, and the baron himself lay in bed, pale and gray.

In the corner of the sofa, there were also two exhausted old men. They were the sacrifices of the Baronial family, using the power of the ancestors to perform blessings and healings, similar to the role of the temple priest, but far less powerful and extensive than the priest's divine magic. They had apparently exhausted their mana, but could not do anything about the baron's injuries.

Richard walked briskly to the side of the baron's bed, sat down, and took the baron's hand. He glanced at it, and his heart plummeted.

It was not the hard wound that was rapidly devouring the baron's life, but the massive rolling breath of death and corrosive aura in the wound, apparently an adjunct to Sinclair's attack. In just this short period of time, most of the internal organs of the baron's body have died.

Richard's heart tightened, and he suddenly remembered the splash that was also seriously injured by Sinclair, and he immediately searched for the girl's existence in his consciousness, but fortunately, although the soul was extremely weak, it was still stable.

Seeing Richard's arrival, Baron Fontaine smiled happily and said, "Richard, my friend, we have just fought side by side and defeated an incomparably powerful enemy. It's a pity I can't have another drink with you......."

"Hold on. Richard encouraged, but he didn't believe in his own heart that Fontaine would be able to persevere. This kind of injury, not to mention the quicksand whose divine power has completely dried up, can't be saved, even ordinary great priests are helpless. Only divine grace can pull the baron back from the line of death. However, the charity is only given to the gods themselves, and as a family worshipped by the ancestors, the baron would not beg the gods to receive the charism.

Fontaine smiled weakly and said, "I know I'm no longer good." For the ...... As we fight side by side tonight, can you take care of my ...... Kids?"

Richard looked in the direction of the baron's finger and saw the four children of different ages. The eldest boy was already fifteen years old, and his childishness had lost a lot, and he was still a seventh-level swordsman. And the youngest little girl was only four years old.

"Okay, what path do you want them to take in the future?" Richard nodded.

Fontaine barely bothered to hold up, and the clerk next to him immediately picked up a pen and paper, knowing that this would be Baron Fontaine's will, and Richard was the witness and supervisor of the implementation of the will.

The eldest son of the baron was appointed to inherit the title and continued the tradition of ancestor worship in the family, and the two youngest children still lived in the family. But unexpectedly, the baron asked the second son, a fourteen-year-old boy, to renounce the belief in ancestor worship and instead follow Quicksand and become a priest.

It was a decision that surprised Richard, and he stared into the baron's eyes, trying to see why the baron had suddenly done so. But before Baron Fontaine could explain anything, the gleam in his eyes quickly dimmed.

There was a sudden silence in the room.

Neither the baroness nor the children cried, which was Fontaine's deathbed request. Now is not the time to be weak and weeping, and the sudden death of the baron in the prime of life is undoubtedly a very heavy blow to the family.

In this battle, more than half of the elite knights under the baron's command were killed, the standing army was almost ten **, and it is estimated that half of the remaining people could no longer fight. Even if he gathered all the other deployed troops and reserves in the barony's domain as quickly as possible, he could only barely muster two or three hundred people, which was even a little difficult to defend against a single sir's attack, not to mention that the most powerful warrior in the entire family was only level eleven.

Therefore, the yin puff is condensed.

After a long time, Richard finally stood up, walked up to the second boy, and said, "What's your name?"

"Hisoka, Lord Richard. The boy said timidly.

"So, Sisoka, are you willing to serve a true God, to be a faithful believer in it, and to fulfill its will on earth?" asked Richard.

Hisoka looked left and right before lowering his head, a little afraid to look into Richard's eyes, and whispered, "This is my father's decision, I ...... Willing. ”

As soon as these words came out, several sharp eyes immediately fell on Siso. However, among the descendants of the Ancestor Worship Family, there was a sorcerer, which made many people, especially the two elderly priests, very awkward, even if they heard with their own ears that it was the baron's deathbed order. But by virtue of their position in the family, even the orders of the baron himself, they could also refuse to accept them, although during the baron's lifetime this refusal was only in the laws and theories.

Richard raised his hand and waved it, and a magical glow fell on Siso, calming his panic. A very simple psychic calming spell, but it silently reminded everyone in the room of his identity as a great magician.

Looking at Hisoka, Richard said seriously: "Hisoka, you have a very far-sighted father, but it's a pity that he can't accompany you more." Come with me, Sisoka, and I'll take you to your guide, her name is Quicksand, and she's a sorcerer destined to be great. ”

Before leaving, Richard looked at the Baroness, then at the young man who had just taken over the Baronial title, and finally sighed and said to the Baroness: "The Baroness once had some agreements with me, and he would provide food, weapons, and necessary supplies for my territory. This is a symbol of our friendship, and I hope that these agreements will be implemented. As long as they're around, I'll be the most trusted alliance in Dusk Castle!"

The Baroness swallowed her grief and said slowly but clearly, "Every wish of the Baron during his lifetime will be granted, so you can rest assured, Lord Richard." ”

Richard sighed, didn't say anything, but took Hisoka's hand and left the room. In fact, he was only a teenager who was not yet seventeen years old, only two years older than Siso. But the past few months in the Farrow plane made Richard feel like years had passed.

Walking out of the main building, the strong smell of blood came to my face again. There was a faint cry everywhere, and the people in the castle began to come out of hiding, looking at the corpses that had been cleaned up from the city and the battlefield, fearing to find familiar faces inside.

Richard walked along, looking around at the aftermath of the catastrophe.

It was already dawn, but the thick clouds obscured most of the sky, and the morning light through the fog turned the world into nothing but black and white. Everything seems so unreal.

Richard felt a little empty in his heart, and the death of Baron Fontaine had an unexpectedly strong impact on him. That's a kind of special feeling, which seems to be called peng.

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