PFC Chapter 545 How did he die?
Chapter 545 How did he die?
"Then how did he die? Can you let him tell us about it?"
"Lucas!"
Hannah looked at the empty armor in front of her, which was invisible but still able to move. She turned around and pointed at Lucas, threatening to stop him from asking questions. "He said it's rude to ask such questions to an undead. This is his privacy!"
"Tsk, do we still care about the cause of death when the person is dead? We poor people don't even have privacy, but the dead have..." Lucas stretched his hands behind his head upwards, muttered, stretched, and nimbly moved sideways to avoid the dwarves passing by.
At this moment, in Blackstone, thousands of miles away from Highgarden, these students were strolling the streets. The armored undead knight was a gift from Hannah when she bought the Book of the Dead here. Everyone was extremely curious about him and asked him all kinds of questions.
Today, the light from the small sacred tree was exceptionally bright, casting a golden hue on everyone on the street, like a warm sunset. It was approaching evening, and the air was filled with the combined aroma of strong ale, roasted animal meat, and the cooling metal on the iron felt. Lucas took a deep breath, a satisfied expression on his face.
"I still like it here. Can't we stay one more night and leave tomorrow morning?" Lucas stopped fighting with the undead. His attention was once again attracted by the new things in the street shops.
Since Lyrael's disappearance, troubles had ensued, and they had been running back and forth between Highgarden and Gloria all day. It was a rare weekend without worries. Everyone had a long-lost smile on their faces, and Lucas was so happy that he didn't want to leave at all.
"We've bought everything we needed. Didn't you get a new weapon too? We are the first group of guardians to own dragon steel." Lulu's guardian, Gare, hugged his sword tightly with a look of satisfaction, as if he could still feel the warmth of the new steel.
Lucas stared at the glittering dwarven mechanical gadgets in the street window and curled his lips in disapproval. "The giant furnace at the center of the volcano hasn't even started burning yet. These are just experimental products made in the small furnace. To put it bluntly, we are the 'little white mice' that Lilith mentioned -"
"You don't have to be a guinea pig." The teasing voice just sounded, and the brand-new dragon steel sword on Lucas' waist was unsheathed with a "swish", flashing a cold blue light and floating in the air, ready to float towards the source of the voice!
"Eh?! Stop!" Lucas was so frightened that he jumped up with agility and grabbed the hilt of the sword tightly, preventing the precious thing from flying away. He quickly turned his head and put on a flattering smile at Lilith and Zephirion who were walking slowly behind him.
"What's wrong with being a test subject?! This isn't my first time being a guinea pig. No, I love being one! Thank you, Miss Lilith, for giving me this precious opportunity. Oh, and thank you, the honorable and generous Lord Zephirion! I've been waiting for you for too long. When people get bored, they tend to talk nonsense..."
Lilith rolled her eyes, and the sword floating in the air lost its magical support and fell down with its owner.
"Ouch!"
Lucas fell to the ground awkwardly, clutching his sword. The passing dwarves erupted in laughter. Unashamed, he stood up, dusted himself off, and slid his sword back into its sheath with a grin. He only glanced at Lilith's face before retreating back into the Guardian team and muttering to his companions, "Why are they all so ugly? Are they arguing again?"
Lucas's observation was quite accurate. Zephirion, who was at the end of the group, had red eyes and was complaining to Lilith with a dark face: "These dwarves are more cunning and evil than their mines... And you! When did you secretly collect so many of my tears? We agreed to come out to play just to let me do this kind of thing, and you even stole my gold. You evil woman, I will never forgive you, forever—"
"Stop, stop, stop!" Lilith was so annoyed by his nagging that she quickly stopped his melodramatic lines.
"It was you who was so coaxed into grinning from ear to ear by those craftsmen calling you 'Mr. Hero' that when you heard the tear extraction device was made specifically for 'The Honorable Lord of the Sky Zephirion,' you jumped on it. I couldn't stop you! And it was you who listened to Lucas's flattery and insisted on showing off your financial resources—"
She actually cleared herself of the blame so cleanly! Zephirion's eyes widened with anger. Before he could figure out how to refute her nonsense, he heard the black-haired boy next to him whisper a reminder: "Lilith, it's getting late. It's almost time to go back."
"Yeah, I'm tired of shopping too." Jaina yawned in the front and agreed, "Although the shops here are interesting, I still can't get used to the food. I want to go back to Goletia for dinner."
"Me too. Maybe we can go to Red Maple Leaf to see what new dishes the boss lady has created." Lilith responded immediately and decisively signaled everyone to move towards the teleportation array.
Everyone sang in unison, with perfect tacit understanding. The Black Dragon, who had no say, soon forgot his anger. Lucas flattered him with smooth words, and by the time they reached the little sacred tree, the guy was smiling again.
"That's right! If it weren't for me, what could you guys have accomplished?" Zephirion announced with his chin raised proudly, showing his habitual expression of disgust towards these little brats.
"That's right, if it weren't for Lord Zephirion, the dwarf king wouldn't have welcomed us with the highest courtesy. Lilith is really indebted to you!" Lucas believed that he had completely mastered the method of pleasing a dragon, and showed a proud smile to Lilith.
Beneath the small sacred tree, besides the teleportation array, were monuments of various sizes. Lulu, at the front, walked arm in arm with Hannah, sighing, "Will our names be engraved here one day? We were the ones who helped establish the Second Alliance!"
Zephirion, who was at the back of the pack, had excellent hearing, but his smile suddenly disappeared when he heard this. Lucas didn't know if he had flattered too much and angered this moody guy, so he simply grabbed Ian and ran away.
"It's not a good thing to carve it here... it's an unlucky thing!" Lilith noticed that Zephirion's eyes swept across the stone tablets with densely packed names, and a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes, but he still cursed in a bad voice.
He didn't want to look anymore, and when he lowered his head to avoid it, he met Lilith's inquiring gaze and couldn't help but sneer.
"Will engraving them on stone tablets really make them immortal in history? Who would commemorate these guys? Ridiculous! They're just decorations!" Zephirian spoke coldly, yet he truly exuded the majesty of Lord Black Dragon. "I've also spoken of them to their descendants, but they know nothing. Half of those biographies are fabricated!"
"You." Lilith looked at the cold profile of his face and said gently.
"...What?" Zephirion was puzzled.
"A true monument is not cold stone, but the memory of a living person. As long as you are here, there will be someone to remember them, right?"
Zephirion pursed his lips, and complex emotions surged in his golden eyes.
But some people just forget, forget everything... and still take everything in the human world so seriously. She is busy all day long, running around tirelessly for a ridiculous goal. When she thinks that all this may be her preparation for "going home", Zephirion feels bored and lost.
I shouldn't have shed a single tear for her! He thought angrily.
Seeing that Zephirion didn't say anything, Lilith considerately gave him time to reminisce about his old friend, and walked towards the small sacred tree. This small sacred tree, which looked like it was cast in iron, still exuded the warmth from the center of the earth, and it felt warm to the touch. But this time she waited for a long time, and didn't hear any unusual conversation like she did in school.
Do I have to sleep here? — Lilith's eyes flashed with doubt.