Lord: I have a skill talent tree

After Ethan got into a fight for no apparent reason, he originally planned to fly back to Maruo City, but he changed his mind midway.

Because since those orcs are offering sacrifices, it means they are going to attack again.

He had to take the old guy away to prevent that fool from trying his best again.

In an instant, he even thought of the reasons, and said that he would go to Maruo City to stay for a few days, and at the same time, he hoped that the old guy could accept some of his children as disciples.

Then you can legitimately stay in Maruo City for three to five years.

It took Ethan less than half an hour to arrive at the Mage Tower and came to the door of the familiar wooden house.

Nothing has changed here, it is still so simple and peaceful.

Ethan stepped forward and was about to knock on the door, but the door opened.

Fearon opened the door with red eyes, saw Ethan, and said listlessly: "You're here."

Ethan had a bad feeling when he saw Fearon like this.

"What happened?"

"The teacher is sick!"

When he heard that it was just an illness, Ethan felt relieved.

Then he hurried upstairs to check on the old guy.

When he opened the bedroom door and saw the situation inside, Ethan was stunned.

I saw a skinny old man lying on the bed, his chest heaving feebly, as if every breath was extremely difficult.

His face was sallow, his eye sockets were sunken, and his eyes were cloudy and blurred, as if he no longer had the energy to pay attention to everything around him.

There were several bottles of potions on the bedside table. The labels had turned yellow, showing that they had been used for a long time.

Occasionally, the old guy would let out one or two inarticulate moans from his slightly open mouth, which sounded like some kind of silent protest, but also seemed like a tenacious persistence in life.

His skinny fingers were tightly clutching an old blanket, and the veins on the back of his hands were exposed, showing all the strength he put into fighting the disease.

A middle-aged woman sat beside the bed, her face full of fatigue and worry.

She gently held the old man's hand and whispered something, seeming to give him some comfort and hope.

However, the old guy no longer had the strength to respond. He just closed his dry eyes and lay quietly on the bed.

Ethan couldn't believe that the old man in front of him was actually the old guy.

I still remember that before he left Beidi, although he had a cough, he was still in good health and even a little fat.

Why is it that only a few months have passed and it has become like this?

"You are Ethan!"

When the middle-aged woman saw someone coming in, she stood up and asked with a smile.

"I am," Ethan nodded slightly in response, and then immediately asked: "What's wrong with the old guy?

Why did it become like this in the blink of an eye? "

"He's fine." The middle-aged woman replied with a smile: "It's just that his time has come and he should return to the embrace of the forest goddess.

Everything has a beginning and an end.

So, Mr. Ethan, you don’t have to feel bad. "

After hearing this, Ethan said nothing more, walked to the bed, held the old guy's withered hand, and called softly:

"Old guy, here I come.

I'm sorry it took me so long to see you. "

Torisque seemed to hear Ethan's voice, and his eyelids moved slightly, as if he wanted to open them, but he couldn't.

His lips were moving, as if he wanted to say something, but no words came out.

Finally, he pursed his lips with difficulty and gave Ethan the smile he could.

Ethan felt a little sad in his heart, and couldn't help but think of everything he had with the old guy.

This old guy used to become sleepless and forgetful about eating and drinking when he started doing research.

If one thing is not finished, he will not eat.

At that time, Ethan was worried that he would be starved, so he could only bring the meal in front of him.

As a result, he would scold me every time, saying that it would stain the manuscript.

Because he was scolded every time, Ethan gave up later.

This may not be the reason why the old guy's life ended, but Ethan would blame himself every time he thought about it.

Now he wanted to do something for the old guy, but he didn't know what to do.

"He just took medicine, let him rest alone!" The middle-aged woman said suddenly when she saw Ethan standing there for a long time.

Ethan nodded slightly, then gave up the room and went downstairs with the middle-aged woman.

"Sorry, I forgot to ask for your name." Ethan asked the middle-aged woman next to him as he went downstairs.

"Christina." The middle-aged woman replied: "I am an old friend of Torisk.

We have known each other since childhood, but he passed away earlier than me. "

Speaking of this, the middle-aged woman smiled slightly, as if she remembered some happy time.

"Torisk, this old bastard, has no family. When his mind was still clear, he wrote a letter asking me to take him back to his hometown.

But it’s very tiring for my old bones! "

Ethan wasn't angry when he saw the other party calling the old guy an old bastard, but he didn't know how to answer the question. In the end, he had to purse his lips and smile awkwardly.

The middle-aged woman seemed to notice Ethan's embarrassment and took the initiative to say:

"I often hear old guys talking about you recently, always saying you are a genius, and I finally meet you today.

I am honored to meet the legendary inscription master.

oh! By the way, the old guy left a letter for you while he was still awake.

Originally, I planned to stop by Maruo City to give you something when I returned to my hometown, but now it seems I don’t have to go to such trouble. "

With that said, Christina walked towards her leather bag hanging in the living room. After rummaging around for a while, she suddenly frowned.

"Hey, where's the letter?"

Christina couldn't find the letter, so she started looking for it again.

At this time, Philen jumped out and said, "Don't look for it, I burned the letter."

Ethan was angry when he heard this.

"Philen, this is the letter the old guy wrote to me, you'd better return it intact.

I'm not kidding you."

"If it's burned, it's burned, it's gone!" Philen said indifferently.

Ethan was even angrier when he saw Philen's attitude, but he was a little confused. Philen was not a unreasonable person, why did he hide the letter from the old man?

However, Ethan didn't have time to think about it, and glared at Philen and said, "You dare to burn the letter the old man gave me. Have you been ignorant of the world for a long time since I taught you a lesson?"

Philen still looked indifferent, and then turned around and ran without replying.

Ethan was about to chase, but was stopped by Christina.

"Forget it, she just didn't want to leave here, so she burned the letter. Don't blame her."

"What do you mean?"

"When Torisk gave me the letter, he said that what he was most worried about was Felen."

Speaking of this, Christina sighed, and then continued: "He has suffered all his life in the North, and he doesn't want Felen to follow his old path.

So he hopes that I can take Felen back to the elves' homeland, but you also know that without the queen's permission, no one can take in humans.

I don't have such prestige to get the queen's pardon, so I can only tell him the truth.

He finally thought of you, hoping that you can take in Felen and take her to Maro City."

"No problem!" Ethan answered without any hesitation.

...

The old guy finally left, and he left on the night Ethan arrived.

He seemed to have been waiting for Ethan's arrival, because when Ethan sat by the bed and told him that he would take care of Felen in the future, send her to school, and keep her away from war.

Torisk seemed to have heard it, and with his last bit of strength, he gently tapped Ethan's hand with his finger, and then left peacefully.

Ethan was very glad that he came and saw the old man off for the last time.

And Ferren did not burn the letter the old man wrote to him, and she finally handed the letter to Ethan.

The first sentence in the letter was: I'm sorry, little guy, I have to trouble you again.

But I promise you, this is the last time.

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