When they returned to the city, it was already dark. Burris and Naylor entered through the back door of the hotel and found Sir Naylor's horse tied here, with two carriages parked nearby. Burris murmured in his heart: I don't know who the knight brought, did he still tell the whereabouts of Lisa to the temple?

When the two went upstairs, a shadow emerged from the corner and almost collided with Lot, who was walking in front of him. She was a very fast-paced thin old lady, wearing a modified monk's uniform, wearing a linen headscarf, and a small cloth bag hanging around her waist... This is a common dress for female doctors.

"You let me go, I'll go downstairs to get things..." The old lady bypassed Lot impatiently and hurried off.

In the corridor, Nayler croaked back and forth, turning a blind eye to Burris and Lott. Esther came out of Lisa's room, and when she opened the door, Burris saw that there were two female doctors in the room.

Esther whispered a few words to Naylor. Naylor nodded and entered the room as quietly as possible. Burris walked to the princess and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with Lisa?"

"Yes, the disease is onset," Esther said, "I have checked it. It has nothing to do with magic, it is caused by her own disease... I don't understand this aspect. Teacher, I always feel that... she may not be able to survive today. It’s late. Although we don’t know how to treat the disease, we are very familiar with death... and can see who is closer to death."

Burris sighed softly: "It's not surprising. Her physical condition is really bad. She was so old and weak at the age of 50 or 60... In the temple, she might still hold on to that last breath, and now she is done. With the desire of his life, he has become unconcerned...just like the badly wounded scout in the legend, he will succumb to death with peace of mind only after bringing back the information."

Esther lowered her head and thought for a while, then looked at Lott suddenly: "Maharaja, can you save her again?"

Lot shook his head: "Little princess, neither divine arts nor arcane arts can be brought back to life. We can only heal the living or create undead creatures. Only the true **** can reverse death. I am not the true god."

Esther sighed: "That's right... If you are a true god, it would be great."

"I also hope..." Lott felt guilty after speaking. He watched Burris secretly, and Burris continued to chat with Estie about birth, old age, sickness and death, probably not paying much attention to that sentence.

As soon as midnight passed, the wind got stronger and stronger outside, causing the yellow bushes in the yard to rustle.

The three female doctors gently hummed Otarot's prayer songs, and put the white sheet over the patient's head.

Lisa closed her eyes forever. With the legend that she spent her life reading, she sank into the dark eternal sleep.

Seriously, Burris was not so sad. After all, he had just met Lisa, and she was no different from a stranger to him. He was just a little sorry, he still wanted to talk to Lisa more. You know, what Lisa read is a treasure that no one can see.

It was difficult to read that book, but it was easy to chat with Lisa. Burris tried a little bit and wanted to use Lisa's mouth to indirectly obtain the content of the book. It would take a lot of time to do so, but it was definitely worth it... Now it seems that there is no chance.

The doctors left, and Lisa's body remained in the room temporarily. According to the habit of Otarot believers, no matter when the deceased dies, they need to "sleep" in the bed for another night, and wait until early morning before the family of the deceased can continue to deal with related matters.

This "sleep" symbolizes the final peace of the dead. In the last dream of life, their souls will slowly leave the world and follow the **** of silence to the hall of the dead.

Lisa is the pastor of the Black Lake Guard, and maybe she doesn't need a "last dream" at all. But Nayler insisted on this arrangement, and others were too lazy to talk.

Naylor did not cry, but his face was very gloomy. He neither dared to complain to his mother's body, nor did he want to lose his stance in front of the doctors, nor did he want to speak loudly to Esther, so he consciously regarded Burris and Lott as temporary objects of confession.

The young knight left his self-discipline for a while, went to the counter downstairs and asked for a bottle of gin and took a blank account book. He called "Anecdotal Scholar Lot" to the quiet lobby tavern, patted the account book in front of him, and handed him a wooden spoon.

Lott took the account book and wooden spoon and looked at Burris beside him in confusion. Burris silently took out a fine charcoal pencil and replaced the wooden spoon.

Naylor had already drunk a large glass of wine, his eyes a little erratic. He danglingly poured Lott and Burris a glass each, and then filled his glass.

"You do me a favor," Nayler pointed to the blank account book, "I said, you write. My handwriting is not good... I am her son, and I want to write her a poem of death..."

It is a habit of generations to come from the ancestors of the Sago people to write poems of mourning for the dead by immediate family members. Poems don't need to be so beautiful, what matters is this intention. Naylor is more or less of aristocratic background and had taken writing lessons, but he was dizzy at this moment and what he said was basically nonsense.

Lot did his due diligence. He basically didn't hear what Naylor was talking about, he made up a brand-new mourning poem out of thin air... Burris read it roughly, and the writing was okay.

Nayler was a little gagged while talking, and the poem gradually turned into a complaint: "Books are more important than me, books are more important than me, my brother and father combined!" He poured another glass of wine, "Even if you see me, She doesn't care... She is more interested in you mages, as if you are the protagonist, and I am an irrelevant person... Why... leave us..."

Burris couldn't see that the young man was so depressed. He secretly removed Naylor's wine and replaced it with a glass of water, but Nayler didn't even notice it. Burris sat next to the knight and patted him on the shoulder: "Have you ever thought that she left you just for your good?"

"What do you say?" The knight's eyes were red.

Burris said: "Your father is a silent prayer, and you are a knight of the temple. Can you accept her as a ‘false god’ priest?"

"...No."

"Neither can I guess. You won't change for her, and she won't compromise with you. It's fair to think about it this way, what do you think?"

Naylor thought for a while with his inflexible mind, and mumbled vaguely.

Burris continued: "That's why she has to escape and leave your life. The sooner she goes, the less you will hurt each other. She has her pursuit and position, and she will not be affected by love and children. Change, can you understand this? Will you change your faith because of love and children? You will not, right? If you can't understand Lisa, can you really understand Princess Estelin? You Can you understand her pursuit of arcane magic?"

Lott listened more and more wrongly beside him, and stretched out his hand to pull Burris' sleeve: "What are you doing? Do you take the opportunity to persuade others to break up?"

Burris didn't answer, Lott always felt that his smile was a little evil at this time.

The mage was like comforting a child, patting Naylor's shoulder gently and rhythmically, while whispering slowly: "Whether it is to the mother or the princess... are you really willing to accept her? Or are you just tolerating her? Are you secretly thinking that as long as you work hard, one day she will change, and she will definitely become indifferent to you? You are wrong, not like this. Don’t hold each other tortured, don’t waste each other Time, if there is an uncompromising contradiction between you, it’s better to separate as soon as possible. Run away from each other earlier, and both will suffer less. Your mother understands this, so she will leave. It doesn’t matter if you don’t understand it now. , You can slowly figure out..."

Now Naylor only nodded, no matter what Burris said, he answered right, right, right. Not only was his face flushed, his eyes became redder, and he seemed to be crying...

Seeing this touching scene, Lott couldn't help but said, "Burris, is it because you have implemented the principle of'turn around when there is a contradiction' throughout your life, so you have never fallen in love?"

Burris calmly said: "This is a very normal practice. People's life is not very long, energy is limited, life has to be a trade-off? How can all the sweetness be accounted for."

Lot asked: "If there is a conflict between us, do you have to separate from me as soon as possible?"

Burris said: "It's different. I'm talking about the relationship between Naylor and Esther..."

"Isn't this relationship between us?" Lot asked loudly.

Burris lost his voice instantly, not knowing how to answer. Very well, the state of Bone Maharajah has recovered a bit, and the side that he didn't particularly want to face gradually recovered.

Nayler was confused, still immersed in waves of grief, and did not notice the changes in the atmosphere around him. Fearing that the world would not be chaotic, Lott stretched out his hand to hook the knight’s neck and asked, "Really, are you willing to leave the princess?"

"No!" The knight replied firmly.

"You are all in that kind of relationship, and you can't leave it anymore, right?"

Naylor blushed even harder: "It's not...the kind...nor...very kind..."

Burris came up against the crime: "My lord, what are you doing?"

Lot ignored him, but continued to ask in Naylor's ear: "You have no possibility of breaking up, right? Why? How far has your relationship developed before there is no possibility of breaking up?"

Nayler murmured something, too vague, Burris didn't hear it... and he didn't want to hear it. Before Lott continued to poison the young man, Burris took out a sniffing bottle, slammed his hand under Naylor’s nose quickly, and chanted a short spell... Nayler swayed twice, and quickly fell on the table. on.

Lott let go of the sleeping knight, snickered and looked at Burris. Burris did not drink, but his face was flushed slightly.

"You can chat with him, can't I?" Lott shrugged pretending to be innocent.

Burris hesitated to speak, and turned around and walked towards the stairs. Lott chuckled and followed closely.

It wasn't until he walked back to the door of the room that Burris whispered, "Esti is my student! You can ask the knight about that... this is too shameful!"

The mage's shy and angry look was very funny, and Lot could not stop. He held on to the door frame to prevent Burris from closing the door: "I am not like you. You always want to break up young people, but I think they are good. There are so many differences between them, but they are still tacit and sweet... Envy. I just want to learn something from Naylor and see what can be done to keep you from breaking up."

Burris lowered his head and pinched his eyebrows, concealing the bewildered expression on his face. Lot took a step forward and closed the door with his backhand. There were hanging lights in the hallway, but the room was dark. Just as Burris wanted to retreat, Lot grabbed his waist with one hand and fixed him by his side.

"You... are you going to talk in a little black house again?" A layer of goose bumps appeared on Burris' back.

"No." Lott gently brushed the wizard's hair with his other hand, "Want to know how far your students and little knights have developed?"

Do not! I do not want to know! Burris' eyebrows twitched, his eyes widening in the dark.

A kiss fell on his cheek, making his body tight subconsciously. Then Lot's deep voice whispered in his ear: "Or, I will let you experience it yourself?"