Viscount Augustus is dying.
On Tuesday night, although he got special medicine from Jenkins, the old butler passed away unfortunately. But the Viscount caught the wind and cold because of going out that night, coupled with the blow of the old housekeeper's death, he was soon bedridden, and weakened day by day while Jenkins was in a coma.
When Jenkins got the news, the viscount was about to die. He sent his servants into the city to find Jenkins who was talking to the ladies in the club. Jenkins had no idea that another acquaintance was about to leave.
The blood of the Augustus family is only the last one left, and he can't even find a distant relative who can inherit the title. When Jenkins jumped out of the carriage and ran into the manor with the servants, the viscount's bedroom was deserted, the windows were closed tightly, and there was a strange smell of herbs. Only a sad old servant and a lawyer stood inside.
The lawyer is probably responsible for recording and listening to the will. Although the Viscount does not have any friends or relatives, the property after death must be disposed of reasonably.
Seeing Jenkins coming, the servant helped the Viscount in pajamas with difficulty, and then left. The lawyer nodded politely at Jenkins, asked the Viscount to sign the document, and left.
He was very surprised now that he was the only one here.
"Mr. Williamette, thank you for coming to see me."
"it does not matter."
He didn't know what to say anymore, and he didn't meet the purpose of the Viscount's invitation. So he took off his hat, pulled the wooden chair from the side, and sat in front of the bed.
"Your illness will be cured..."
"Don't comfort me, I know my physical condition clearly."
Some smiles appeared on the viscount's sickly face:
"Since I was very young, I knew that I would not live very long. In fact, I am very satisfied to live to this age. I don't know many friends. Mr. Williams, you should It’s one of the better ones with me.”
"Then you really..."
Jenkins just imagined in his heart, with a sad expression on his face:
"A lot has happened recently."
He said softly: "I also understand a lot of things. Mortals are mortal. It's just a matter of time. But as long as this short life is worth living, mortals can't increase the length of their lives, but they can increase their thickness. .Although it is unlucky to say so, I don't think you are the kind of person who would avoid death."
"Yes."
The Viscount looked into Jenkins' eyes, and the emotion in his eyes made Jenkins feel a little shivering. He didn't know where this strange feeling came from, so he could only tap the bottom of his boots on the floor subconsciously to avoid being affected by the inexplicable feeling.
"Although the Augustus family has declined, my life has been quite good since I was a child."
He seemed to be recalling his past, and Jenkins leaned forward in a listening gesture.
"Oh, sir, when I was young, as a descendant of a nobleman who was destined to become a lord, I was happier than most people in this world even if I was in poor health. I still miss the lavender fields in Norland's countryside, and miss The golden wheat field in autumn, I miss the pony I call Pete... "
His tone is sad and emotional, and his eyes seem to go back to that era through time.
But for a lifetime of long reminiscences, it also only lasted a little over an hour, which is really sad.
"I want you to supervise the execution of my will. You are the most upright gentleman I know."
He finally revealed the purpose of inviting Jenkins.
"no problem."
Jenkins won't refuse such a request, even though it might be troublesome. After thinking about it, he suggested again:
"Maybe you can consider donating part of your inheritance, or starting an organization to help the poor. In this way, even if you really... someone will always remember you."
The Viscount looked at Jenkins unexpectedly, then nodded slowly, with a smile on his face: "You are right."
He yelled out in an unexpectedly weak voice, the door was pushed open, and the lawyer walked in again.
The Viscount introduced Jenkins to the lawyer, changed parts of the will, and the lawyer left again.
The room of Viscount Augustus was located on the second floor of the manor. Looking out from the window, it was a bare plain. But in the coming year, you should be able to see the blooming flowers from here.
"Mr. Williamette, I want to ask you a question."
His tone became weaker and weaker.
"Please say."
"Do you believe that there is a wider world beyond this world? My father and uncle often said in the past that we are different from others. People in the family do not die, but start a greater journey. "
"I… "
He became hesitant, the knowledge of the Bestower did not point out that the soul of a certain family would be attributed to a special place.
"Father even told me that that place is called [Undead Underworld], and it is a..."
His voice gradually lowered and eventually died away. His head was tilted on the wooden bed, his eyes were closed tightly, and there was still a smile on his face, which was the expression when he recalled his father.
"Mr. Augustus?"
He yelled softly, then stood up and tested his breath.
He let out a long sigh, it seems that he has been in contact with a lot of deaths recently.
The chocolate on his chest suddenly squirmed violently, and Jenkins could only unbutton his coat to let his head stick out. After raising his head again, he actually saw Mr. Augustus sitting by the bed, looking at the dead body of Mr. Augustus.
Yes, Augustus sitting by the bed is obviously much younger, with a vibrant smile on his face, but his body is transparent.
He smiled, put a finger to his mouth, motioned Jenkins to be silent, nodded slightly, stood up and walked to the door.
At some point, the wooden door turned into an old and dilapidated iron door, and as Augustus approached, the door slowly opened.
"Oh God!"
Jenkins just glanced at the darkness behind the door and felt a blow to the head. He quickly looked away and drew a holy emblem on his chest.
Raising his head, Mr. Augustus stopped holding the door frame, waved at Jenkins, and walked in.
The door closed quietly.
The feeling of metal quickly faded, and the wooden door quickly changed back.
"Does that door look familiar?"
The stunned Jenkins was stunned for a long time before he remembered to appease the fried chocolate.
"Oh, when I went to the pet management center for the first time, it seemed that the door that floated out of the cat spirit body, the door disappeared when I went last time."
Stand up and walk to the door.
"Wouldn't this be what the professor mentioned, the [Gate to Death]?"
Holding his hand on the cold doorknob, he opened the door and saw his lawyer and several mourning servants waiting for him.
"The great ruler, the mortal descendant of the ancient god of death, will die?"
(end of this volume)
PS: This volume is over! As a preview, this time the intermission [Mr. Writer's King's Capital Travel] may be longer, but it will not be particularly long. The name of the third act is - [Shadow that Doesn't Exist]. Note, this is not the name of the ability of the next savior, but the name has something to do with it.