When they returned to the city, it was already dark. Burris and Naylor went in through the back door of the hotel and found Sir Naylor's horse tied here, and two carriages parked beside it. Burris murmured in his heart: I don't know who the knight brought, did he still tell the temple about Lisa's whereabouts
When the two went upstairs, a shadow emerged from the corner and almost collided with Lott who was walking in front. It was a thin old lady with very fast steps, wearing a modified monk's uniform, a linen turban, and a small cloth bag around her waist... This is the common attire of female doctors.
"Get out of the way, I'll go downstairs to get something..." The old lady walked around Lott impatiently, and hurried down.
Naylor paced back and forth in the hallway, ignoring Burris and Lott. Estee came out of Lisa's room. When she opened the door, Burris saw two female doctors in the room.
Estee whispered something to Naylor, who nodded and entered the room as quietly as possible. Burris walked towards the princess and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with Lisa?"
"Yes, a chronic illness," Estee said, "I checked, it's not magic, it's caused by her own chronic illness... I don't know about it. Teacher, I always feel... She might not last tonight .While we don't know how to heal, we are familiar with death...and can see who is closer to death."
Boris sighed softly: "It's not surprising. Her physical condition is really bad. She was old and weak when she was just fifty or sixty years old... In the temple, she may still be holding on to that last breath, and now she is done. The wish of his life has become free of any worries... Just like the scout who was seriously injured in the legend, he will succumb to death with peace of mind after bringing back the information."
Estee lowered her head and thought for a while, then suddenly looked at Lott: "Majesty, can you save her again?"
Lott shook his head: "Little princess, neither magic nor arcane can bring the dead back to life. We can only heal the living or create undead creatures. Only a true god can reverse death. I am not a true god."
Estee sighed: "That's right... It would be great if you were a true god."
"I hope too..." After finishing speaking, Lot felt guilty for a while. He secretly paid attention to Burris, who continued to chat with Estee about life, old age, sickness and death, and probably didn't pay much attention to that sentence.
After midnight, the wind outside became stronger and stronger, making the yellow wattle bushes in the yard rustle.
Three female doctors hummed Otarot's prayer ballad softly, and covered the patient's head with a white sheet.
Lisa closed her eyes forever. She sank into a dark eternal sleep with the legends she spent her whole life reading.
Truth be told, Burris wasn't all that upset. After all, he had just met Lisa, and she was no different from a stranger to him. He was just a little sorry, originally he wanted to talk to Lisa more. You know, what Lisa reads is a treasure that others can hardly see.
Reading that book was hard, talking to Lisa was easy. Boris thought a little bit, and wanted to indirectly obtain the content of the book through Lisa's mouth. It would take a lot of time to do so, but it must be worth it... Now it seems that there is no chance.
The doctors left, and Lisa's body was temporarily left in the room. According to the habit of Otarot believers, no matter when the deceased passed away, they need to "sleep" on the bed for another night, and the family members of the deceased can continue to deal with related matters in the early morning.
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 god of silence to the hall of the dead.
Lisa is the priest of the Black Lake Watch, and maybe she doesn't need any "last dream" at all. But Naylor insisted on such an arrangement, and others didn't bother to say more.
Naylor didn't cry, but looked very gloomy. He didn't dare to complain about his mother's body, he didn't want to lose his composure in front of the doctors, and he didn't want to speak loudly to Estee, so he took Burris and Lott as temporary confidants.
The young knight temporarily put aside his self-discipline and went downstairs to the counter to order a bottle of gin and a blank ledger. He called "Anecdote Scholar Lott" to the quiet lobby tavern, slapped the ledger in front of him, and handed him a wooden spoon.
Lott took the ledger and wooden spoon, and looked at Burris beside him in confusion. Boris silently took out a fine charcoal pencil and replaced the wooden spoon.
Naylor has already drank a large glass of wine, and his eyes are a little wandering. He leisurely poured a glass for Lott and Burris, and then refilled his own glass.
"You guys do me a favor," Naylor pointed to the blank account book, "I said, you write. My handwriting is not pretty...I am her son, and I want to write her a funeral poem..."
It is the custom of the Sago people for generations to write mourning poems for the deceased by immediate family members. Poetry does not need to be beautiful, what is important is the heart. Naylor, who was somewhat of an aristocrat and had taken writing classes, was so drunk that he was uttering mostly gibberish.
Lotter did his job well. He basically didn't listen to what Naylor was saying, and made up a brand new mourning poem out of thin air... Burris read it roughly, and the writing was not bad.
Naylor lost his composure as he spoke, and his poetry chanting gradually turned into a complaint: "Books are more important than me, books are more important than me, my brother, and my father combined!" He poured another glass of wine, "Even if you see me, She doesn't care either... She is more interested in you mages, as if you are the protagonist and I am an insignificant person... why... leave us... "
Boris couldn't see the young man being so depressed. He secretly took Naylor's wine away and replaced it with a glass of water, but Naylor didn't notice it. Boris sat next to the knight and patted him on the shoulder: "Have you ever thought that she left you just for your own good?"
"How do you say that?" The knight's eyes were red.
Burris said: "Your father is a silent prayer and you are a Templar. Can you accept that she is a 'false god' priest?"
"… cannot."
"I guess not. You won't change for her, and she won't compromise with you. Thinking about it this way, it's quite fair, don't you think?"
Naylor thought about it with his inflexible mind, and hummed vaguely.
Burris continued: "That's why she has to escape and leave your life. The sooner she leaves, the less you will hurt each other. She has her pursuit and position, and she will not be separated because of love and children. Change, can you understand that? Would you convert for love and children? You wouldn't either, would you? If you can't understand Lisa, can you really understand Princess Estrine? You Can you understand her pursuit of the arcane?"
The more Lott listened, the more something was wrong. He reached out and tugged on Burris' sleeve: "What are you doing? Are you taking the opportunity to persuade people to break up?"
Boris didn't answer, and Lott always felt that his smile was a bit evil at this time.
Like a comforting child, the mage patted Naylor's shoulder lightly and rhythmically, and whispered in a slow voice: "Whether it's for the mother or the princess... are you really willing to accept her? Or are you just tolerant of her? You Are you secretly thinking that if you put in the effort, one day she will change, she will become indistinguishable from you? You are wrong, it is not like this. Stop holding each other down and tormenting each other, stop wasting each other's time , if there are uncompromising contradictions between you, then you'd better separate as soon as possible. Run away from each other earlier, and both of you can suffer a lot less. Your mother understands this, so she left. It doesn't matter if you don't understand now, You can slowly figure it out... "
Now Naylor just nods, and no matter what Burris says, he says yes yes yes yes. Not only was his face flushed, but his eyes were also getting redder, as if he was about to be told to cry...
Looking at this touching scene, Lott couldn't help but said: "Boris, is it because you have been implementing the principle of 'turning around and leaving when there is a conflict' all your life, so you have never been in love?"
Burris said calmly: "This is a very normal practice. A person's life is not very long, and his energy is limited. There must be trade-offs in life, right? How can you take advantage of everything."
Lott asked: "If there is a conflict between us, do you want to separate from me as soon as possible?"
Burris said: "It's different. I'm talking about Naylor and Estee's relationship..."
"Isn't that the relationship between us?" Lott asked loudly.
Boris lost his voice for a moment, not knowing how to answer. Very well, Lord Skeleton's state has recovered a bit, and his not particularly shameless side has gradually recovered.
Naylor was full of confusion, still immersed in waves of grief, and did not notice the change in the atmosphere around him. Fearing that the world would not be chaotic, Lott put his hand around the knight's neck and asked, "Really, are you willing to leave the princess?"
"I don't want to!" the knight replied firmly.
"You are all in that kind of relationship, you can't leave if you want to?"
Naylor blushed even more: "It's not... that kind of... nor... very that kind of..."
Burris jumped at the table: "My lord, what are you doing?"
Lott 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 so that there is no possibility of breaking up?"
Naylor murmured something too vaguely for Burris to catch...and he didn't want to. Before Lotter continued to torment young people, Boris took out a smelling bottle, quickly put it under Naylor's nose, and uttered a short spell... Naylor swayed twice, and quickly fell limp on the table .
Lot let go of the sleeping knight and looked at Burris with a snickering smile. Burris didn't drink, but his face was flushed with a little drunkenness.
"You can chat with him, but can't I?" Lot shrugged innocently.
Boris hesitated to speak, and simply turned and walked towards the stairs. Lot chuckled and followed closely.
It wasn't until he walked back to the door of the room that Boris whispered, "Esther is my student! You ask the knight about those things... It's too disrespectful!"
The mage's embarrassment and indignation were very interesting, and Lot couldn't stop. He held on to the door frame to prevent Burris from closing the door: "I'm not like you. You always want to tear young people apart, but I think they're pretty good. There are so many differences between them, but they still have a tacit understanding and sweetness... so enviable Ah. I just wanted to learn from Naylor what it takes to keep you from breaking up."
Burris lowered his head and pinched his eyebrows to hide the bewildered expression on his face. Lott took a step forward and closed the door with his backhand. There were hanging lights in the corridor, but the room was pitch-black. Boris was about to back away, but Lot grabbed his waist with one hand and fixed him beside him.
"You... are you going to have a heart-to-heart talk in a small black room again?" Goosebumps appeared on Burris' back.
"No." Lot gently brushed the mage's hair with his other hand, "Do you want to know how far your students and little knights have developed?"
No! I do not want to know! Boris twitched his eyebrows, his eyes widened in the darkness.
A kiss landed on his cheek, making him tense subconsciously. Then, Lott's low voice whispered in his ear: "Why don't I let you experience it for yourself?"