The Duke of Norma was soon informed of the death of the Marquis of Trensou.

His reaction was very simple and simple, his eyes widened, a grunting sound came from his throat, his body twitched violently, and then blood spurted out and passed out.

Well, nothing new at all.

The stewards and staff of the Duke's Mansion naturally panicked, and hurriedly asked the clergy for treatment. After the archbishop who had a good relationship with the Norma family came to see it, he sighed and shook his head again and again.

"The duke... is too worried and has greatly damaged his soul." The archbishop said, "His soul is slowly drying up now. Divine magic can only cure his body, and it is powerless to treat the disease of the soul."

"Why does his soul dry up? Is it because of a curse or something?" the butler asked worriedly.

"It's not a curse, it's just sadness and fear." The archbishop paused, thought for a while, and said thoughtfully, "Perhaps your understanding is not bad. Sadness and fear itself can be regarded as a curse effect."

"Then... what should we do?" the butler hurriedly asked.

The archbishop looked at him and said, "At least, you should ask his son to come back and preside over the situation."

The butler was stunned for a moment, then he understood what the Archbishop meant, and his face suddenly became as pale as a Duke.

"Has it gotten to this point?" he asked in a low voice.

"Almost," said the archbishop. "With his current situation, he won't be able to delay for a few days. It's time to arrange these things."

After sending the archbishop away, the butler was a little lost - he has served the duke for many years and is loyal. He originally planned to be older, and he usually worked harder. He probably died before the duke, but he didn't expect the duke to be just forty. In the early days, it has come to the point where the funeral must be arranged.

But he also knew that this matter could not be delayed, so he hurriedly sent someone to invite the Duke's children to come over. In order to ensure the prosperity of the family, the Duke arranged for his children to be lords in various newly acquired territories. If they are busy consolidating their rule, if it is not a last resort, they should not let them put down the government affairs at hand and waste their time.

The duke's children soon received the news and hurried over. When they saw the duke, who was described as haggard, with only one breath longer than the dead, more than one wept.

But crying can't solve the problem. With the help of the clergy, the duke forcibly lifted his spirits and feebly arranged the handover of titles, territories, caravans and other things.

His eldest son had a sad, submissive look on his face, a loyal and pure look.

But when the duke couldn't help falling asleep again, and they each went to handle their own affairs, as someone who had already decided to inherit "Duke Norma", he finally couldn't help but laugh.

Have a good laugh.

That night, the Duke woke up in bed.

He did not call for the maid or the housekeeper, but just lay quietly, watching the moonlight outside the window.

The moonlight is like a hook, and the night wind is desolate.

He sighed silently, wondering what else he had to arrange.

At this moment, he saw a dark shadow flash, and an unusually tall, hideous figure appeared in front of him.

Naturally, he recognized this person, his eyes widened immediately, and he wanted to shout, but the other party held his mouth down.

"I didn't come to kill you." Yunero said, "You probably don't need me to do anything with your current appearance."

After speaking, he let go of his hand and stood beside the bed.

Looking at his deterrent and oppressive posture, the duke calmed down because of fear and asked, "Did you spread the rumors before?"

Yunero smiled: "I thought you would ask more important questions, but what I didn't expect was such a meaningless thing. Did I spread it, does it make any difference to you?"

The Duke thought for a while, then smiled bitterly: "You're right, I made a mistake myself, so I can't blame others for taking advantage of it. Whether it's the rumors you spread or not, it doesn't really make any difference."

He was silent for a while and asked, "What are you going to do with my children?"

"It's not the family's fault," Yuneruo said calmly, "I've always been a good talker, you don't have to worry about them. As long as they don't kill themselves, I won't hurt them—but, that's also for them. You don't have to kill yourself, are you right?"

The Duke frowned for a long time, and finally seemed to have figured out something, sighed long, and showed a somewhat indifferent smile.

"You're right, I just killed myself to end up like this. They... who knows!"

After a while, he said, "I'm sorry."

"I didn't come to hear your apology." Yuneruo shook his head, "I just came to see your final appearance, to put an end to our grievances-your apology means nothing to me, it can't help me What, I don't need it either, to be honest you feel a little too good about yourself...you're not as important as you think."

The duke's eyes widened, and he wanted to refute a few words, but he found that he had no confidence at all, and finally he could only say sullenly: "Then, seeing my tragic ending, does it help you?"

Yuneruo smiled: "Seeing you now, I think of you back then, the Norma line of defense, and the years of those happy battles - I have a friend who is a bard. As for your situation , He said a few poems: Seeing him raise Zhulou, seeing him banqueting guests, seeing his building collapse... What do you think?"

The Duke sighed deeply. He wanted to retort, but he had nothing to say.

The Norma family has indeed reached the time when the building collapses and the wall collapses.

Thinking of this, he felt tired and couldn't even lift up any strength.

"I'm tired," he said.

Yunero didn't answer, and looked at him quietly.

The Duke closed his eyes, trying to get a good night's sleep.

His breathing slowly subsided, becoming longer and longer, more and more soothing, but suddenly, he was awakened by a nightmare, opened his eyes hastily, and He He shouted.

Yuneruo was no longer by his side, and the maid and the butler hurried in to serve him.

Then he fell asleep again, and soon after, was awakened by a nightmare.

so repeatedly.

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A few days later, the duke was buried in the newly built cemetery of the Norma family. This cemetery was much smaller than the one in the Norma area and was completely unworthy of the status of a dignified duke.

After the funeral, the new duke hurriedly took over all kinds of powers. The huge cemetery was empty, and even the cemetery keeper was only in a hut in the distance. There was no cemetery to look at.

Beside the huge tombstone in front of the tomb, passers-by lined up in a circle.

"It's so cheap to let him die like this!" said the Berserker Harley, who had formed a deep friendship with Yunero during the guerrilla war, angrily. "Ordinarily, he should be killed with an axe!"

"What kind of bravery is there in hacking a person who only has half a breath left?" Yuneruo said with a smile, "Not to mention... hacking him to death with an axe would be too cheap for him!"

The loyal dragon man stared at the tombstone with a sarcastic smile.

"He made me feel uncomfortable for so long. I thought about it. It's fair and reasonable to make him feel uncomfortable all the time."