In the east, Bailu City.
The sun is just right, and the breeze is not dry.
The young maid pushed the old man in the wheelchair for a leisurely stroll in the courtyard of Bailu Castle, enjoying the afternoon sun.
When the guards in the castle saw the old man, they all bowed and saluted, and said in greeting:
"Master Obes!"
Obes St. Pros was once a prominent name.
It's just that no matter how powerful a knight or nobility is, they can't stand the ravages of time.
Obes is old now, there are no familiar faces in White Dew Castle, and even the Eastland has become completely different from what he remembered.
If he was ten years younger, if he could stand up again, Obes would never watch the San Pros family degenerate to the present state.
The wheelchair went through a long corridor and came to a courtyard.
A boy with a thick head and a thick head was holding a short wooden sword to practice with a knight.
The little boy was only three or four years old, he was just immature and ignorant, he was playing rather than practicing sword.
A short wooden sword swung wildly, but knocked the tall knight back again and again, which immediately made the little guy laugh out loud with excitement.
Seeing her son Eckert cheering, the Marchioness Molly also smiled, but in the next second, she noticed Obes's arrival from the corner of her eye, she quickly stopped her son, and brought him to greet him .
"Grandpa Obes!"
Aubers greeted his nephew with a kind smile on his face, but an uncontrollable revulsion rose in his heart.
In his opinion, it is a great shame that Eckert, the next Duke candidate of the St. Pross family, even worshiped an Earl of the Northern Territory as his teacher.
There is also his mother, Mrs. Molly, who is willing to become Colin's lover. Oh yes, and the Hall family from which she came, has now betrayed the East and become a vassal of the North!
Obes knew without thinking that the Eastern Territory would gradually become a virtual vassal of the Northern Territory, and there would be no independence at all.
Although full of resentment, Aubers could do nothing about it.
In fact, many knights of the St. Pross family have come to him in private, hoping that this respected old man of the St. Pross family can stand up and take control of the situation at this critical moment, so as not to let the Eastland degenerate further.
But each time, Obess pretended to be old and confused and sent them away.
It's not that Obesi is unwilling to help the St. Pross family regain its glory, but that he is now powerless.
What's more, even if he stood up, what could be changed
The rebellion of the Hall family made the Nushui River no longer a natural barrier blocking the northern border, and that Colin Angelet, I heard that he just commanded the imperial coalition forces to defeat the orc army in the Loire Valley.
Obes understood that the rise of this northerner was unstoppable, and the east was also powerless to resist.
That being the case, it's better to let Eckert be obedient, at least to save the St. Pross family from being purged.
"Little guy, what are you practicing sword for?" Obesi asked with a smile.
"In order to become a powerful knight, like a teacher, defeat all invading enemies!"
Eckert's childish words stung Obes's heart again, he didn't even want to maintain a superficial smile, and after a soft snort, he let the maid behind him push the wheelchair and leave.
Eckert looked suspiciously at the direction where Grandpa was going away, and asked:
"Mother, did I say something wrong?"
Mrs. Molly pampered her son's head and said with a smile:
"No, you're quite right. Grandpa Obes is just too tired."
The little guy let out an oh, and then picked up the short wooden sword heartlessly, and practiced against his swordsmanship teacher again.
But on the other hand, Obes was no longer in the mood to hang out, and after ordering the maid to send him back to the room, he closed the door and sulked alone.
It is said that the older people are, the more they like memories. In fact, it is because in memories, they will not be trapped in this aging body, and they can regain their original high-spirited self.
Obes's eyes gradually became blurred, his eyes gradually lost focus, and the once familiar faces seemed to be in front of him, which brought Obes back to his youth once again.
Just in the next second, a face was frozen in front of his eyes, making Obes frowned.
"Damn Kurd, you lingering fellow!" Obess couldn't help cursing aloud, and even waved his hand a few times, as if to drive away this hateful face.
"Marquis Auberse, is this how you welcome old friends?"
The face in front of him suddenly spoke, which immediately frightened Obes.
He blinked and picked his ears again, thinking that he had an auditory hallucination, but the hateful smiling face in front of him couldn't be lingered.
Only then did Obes realize in disbelief that what was in front of him was not an illusion, but a living old friend!
"You... are you really... Kurd?"
"Of course. Your Excellency the Marquis."
"Impossible! Impossible!" Obes shook his head violently and shouted, "How could you be so young! It must be an illusion, an illusion, I should rest, rest..."
The Kurdish mage smiled and leaned forward, sending his whole face to Obes, and said:
"Is it a hallucination, you can touch it yourself."
Obes gasped for breath a few times, but finally couldn't help stretching out his hand tremblingly.
But when he touched the Kurdish mage, he immediately shrank back like an electric shock, repeating "impossible, impossible" nervously in his mouth.
"Why is it impossible?" The Kurdish mage stood up straight again, with an extremely proud expression on his face, "Didn't you think that paladins were invincible before? But didn't you kill one by my students?"
"Your student? You mean, Mr. Yu?" Obes realized something when he saw Kurd mage nodding, and said immediately, "Could this be your newly developed forbidden spell? Which city did you sacrifice again?"
The Kurdish mage shook his head and said:
"This is an experiment I started a long time ago, but there is no need to sacrifice the city, only a young and strong heart is needed."
"Young and strong heart..." Obes swallowed, his eyes flashed with unconcealable longing, but he said disdainfully, "Then why did you come to me? Are you here to show off to me?"
The Kurdish mage smiled slightly, with an indescribable temptation in his words:
"Of course not. I have come to invite you."
"What invitation?"
"The world is getting more and more boring and depraved nowadays." The Kurdish mage opened his arms, as if giving a public lecture, "It's time for us old guys to re-enter the game stage and get rid of those Young and ignorant clowns!"
Obes only felt his heart beating violently, but he still maintained the last sliver of reason, and asked calmly:
"Don't fool me with such nonsense, what on earth are you trying to do?"
The corner of the Kurdish mage's mouth turned up, and he said lightly:
"I want to re-establish a new order!"
After finishing speaking, without waiting for Aubers to ask again, he turned around and said lightly:
"Marquis Aubers, think about it. This is a forbidden curse to rejuvenate, and my invitation is not for you alone. I will give you a month, and you will not wait until it expires."
Seeing that the Kurdish mage seemed to be leaving, Obes could no longer keep calm, and asked eagerly:
"Wait! What do you want me to do?"
The Kurdish mage turned his back, with a smug smile on his face, and said without looking back:
"You have to let me see your value, otherwise how can such a precious forbidden spell be wasted on a useless person."
"I can control the San Pros family, as long as I want..."
"Really? Then prove it to me."
"Okay! You wait!"
Obes yelled at the disappearing figure of the Kurdish mage, his excited appearance did not look like an old man who was dying.
(end of this chapter)