deceased

The restaurant is filled with cheerful laughter.

Mrs. Nicole kept enlivening the atmosphere, trying to dilute the gloom and sadness brought by Frank.Mrs. Demi agreed very cooperatively, but her eyes always passed over Mundella, Hayden and Gregory inadvertently, as if observing and studying an invisible thread that involved the three of them.

Frank sat between Hayden and Mrs. Nicole, and although they were very close, they looked far away, as if they were completely isolated in another world.In fact, he has a lot to say to Hayden, but now is obviously not a good time.

Time flies forward with laughter until lunch time.

Mrs. Nicole secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and it was tiring to keep bringing up new and interesting topics.She even suspected that if lunch was delayed another hour, she would have to be a novelist and start making up stories.

After getting her approval, the waiter removed the desserts from the table one by one, and then began to serve the dishes.

Lunch was dull.

Mrs. Nicole didn't want to bother making up stories when there was food to plug her mouth.

After lunch, Hayden routinely invited them to continue with afternoon tea, but was declined.The only guest left was Frank.

Seeing Mundella leave behind Gregory, Mrs. Nicole asked impatiently: "You really let her leave like this?" Apart from the stimulating effect on Anita, Mrs. Nicole herself was very excited. Admire this quiet and frank girl.In the aristocratic circle, she is an outlier.

Hayden laughed: "Perhaps I should sign a conscription order and let her join my army?"

Mrs. Nicole said: "It sounds like a good idea. But do you have a better idea?"

Hayden was silent for a while and said, "Does going to Mar City count?"

Mrs. Nicole smiled slightly, and gently stroked his arm with her fingers, "From the mother's perspective, I support every decision you make."

Hayden smiled slowly. Although he had made a decision, Mrs. Nicole's reaction had a decisive influence on the decision, and said, "Thank you."

"If you decide to go to Mar City, it's best to deal with the female overlord of your Mar City first." She looked upstairs with a bit of depression and said, "It's so quiet today, did she faint from crying?"

Hayden said: "I asked Hansen to take her out of town at night."

Madam Nicole frowned and said, "So fast?"

Hayden smiled and said, "Don't worry. It won't be soon." At least he won't rush back to Mar City before him.

Madame Nicole looked at him suspiciously.

Hayden said: "It's a long way from Van Riel to the city of Mar by carriage."

"Take a carriage?" Mrs. Nicole couldn't help laughing, gloating.In the Banding Empire, where teleportation magic circles have been popularized, traveling long distances in a carriage is obviously a hard job. "Hansen will be very hard."

Hayden said: "As long as he is delivered to the door, the mercenary group will take over the rest of the way."

"That would be great!" Mrs. Nicole was very satisfied with this arrangement.She turned her head and saw Frank listening to their discussion quietly, she couldn't help but patted him on the shoulder and said, "Go and sit in the study. I'll go prepare tea."

"Thank you, ma'am." Frank watched Madam Nicole leave, and followed Hayden to the study.

Hayden's study room is not big, it is semi-circular, and half of the arc is a floor-to-ceiling window, from which you can see the view of the garden.The other half is a wooden shelf with some miscellaneous books and decorations on it.

"Is it about Mundra?" Hayden looked at the preoccupied figure by the door.

Frank looked up, with almost invisible flames of expectation in his eyes, he didn't dare to burn the flames too hot, because the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. "Your Majesty has given me the latest news, but I thought maybe you could know a little more."

Hayden smiled wryly, "I don't know much." He paused, raised his head to apologize, "I'm sorry, I just watched him slip away in front of me."

Frank's face was a little stiff, and he sighed softly: "Actually, I also know that hope is very slim." Frank, who got a clear answer, was less cautious than before, as if half of the burden on his shoulders had been lifted.He pulled out his chair and sat down, "I even seriously considered learning undead magic."

Hayden said: "Although the relationship between the Empire and the God of Light is tense, this tension is temporary. As long as the God of Light is still firmly entrenched in every corner of Dreamland, the Empire cannot really turn against them. And it is impossible for a necromancer to stand in the sun openly."

Frank looked at him in surprise.

Hayden raised his eyebrows and said: "Our alliance with Shamanlier is also temporary. The conflict between the God of Light and the Empire is because the Pope wants to stretch his claws into the power center of the Empire. But the conflict between the Empire and Shamanlier is a national Conflicts between countries. The latter is obviously much more complex than the former."

Frank said, "You don't hate undead magic?" The reasons Hayden said were all based on the analysis of the actual situation, and he didn't mention his own perception of undead magic at all.

Hayden smiled, "If they were enemies, I would hate them very much."

Frank said: "But undead magic deals with dead things."

Hayden said: "Soldiers are too. The difference is that I keep turning the living into the dead, while they make the dead look like living people."

Frank's fingers on the armrest tightened.

Hayden's last words hit his heart deeply.

Make the dead look like the living.

Does this mean that, in case, in case Otis is really gone, he can use this method to make it look like he is actually there?

Hayden looked at Frank's suddenly red eyes, narrowed his eyes and said, "Are you worried about Otis?"

Frank turned his head and wiped the tears from his eyes with the back of his hand.

Hayden tapped his finger on the table twice.

Hearing the sound of knocking, Frank suddenly turned his head, avoiding his sight as if he had been caught in his mind, and it took him a long time to make up his mind and said, "This way, you will hate it, right?"

It was a very nonsensical sentence, but Hayden understood it.He said indifferently: "What is certain is that I absolutely do not hate His Majesty the Emperor and His Majesty the Empress."

Frank raised his head slowly, with a trace of hesitation still shining in his eyes.

Hayden laughed and said, "Why do people always think that I will interfere in other people's lives? All I want is your friendship. As for your love, I'm glad it has nothing to do with me."

Frank stared at him blankly for a while, and finally burst into tears.

Mundra hadn't spoken a word since returning from Nafist's house.Gregory, who was used to his silence, didn't feel any discomfort. He didn't ask any questions until he was sent to the room.

On the contrary, Mrs. Lillian, who was following behind him, couldn't help but started to ask questions as soon as Mundra closed the door, especially interested in Hayden and Mrs. Demi.

Gregory replied perfunctorily.

Seeing his absent-minded appearance, Mrs. Lillian said a little unhappy: "I should have let me go with you. This way, Demi won't steal the limelight by herself. She must have come for Marshal Hayden, I know her best, since the death of Earl Gulaba, she has never been peaceful!"

Gregory knew her personality, and if he didn't get an answer, he would never give up, so he said, "I don't think she came here for Hayden this time."

Mrs. Lillian said: "Could it be because... ah! She knew Monica. Did she expose it?"

Gregory shook his head and said, "No."

Mrs. Lillian wondered, "Why?"

Gregory said: "She can't wait for the real Monica to disappear, so how can she be willing to expose the fake Monica?" Once exposed, Mrs. Demi will have to face the problem of finding the whereabouts of the real Monica. This is what Mrs. Demi is most worried about.Because following this question, she will discover a lot of things that she doesn't want to face!

Originally, he had only tentative doubts about the origin of the killer, but now he can be tentatively sure.

Madam Lillian was still bewildered.

Before she could raise any questions, Gregory cut her off and said, "I'm going on a long trip."

Mrs. Lillian's thoughts were taken away, "Where are you going?"

Gregory said, "The City of Mar."

"Why?" Mrs. Lillian frowned displeasedly, "You haven't been home for long! And you lost your memory, why did you go to such a remote place? Much more dangerous."

Gregory said, "I must send Monica away."

"Send it to the city of Mar?" Mrs. Lillian lowered her voice in surprise, "You know that he is a necromancer, but you still want to send him to the city of Mar near West Gemo?"

"He wants to go back. And I want to fulfill him." He paused, with a calculated smile on the corner of his mouth, "By the way, I want to fulfill myself." He wanted him to stay away from Van Riel, the Danya family, and... Odis .

Thick night blurred the entire sky.The moon is blurred, and the stars are dimmed.

The three horses galloped westward, pulling the carriage with light steps.There are messy ruins on both sides of the road, which is very close to the city gate.Since the reconstruction project of the imperial capital has not yet progressed here, it still maintains the desolation that was inaccessible after being destroyed.

The carriage was getting closer and closer to the city gate.

Greg suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, as if something was about to happen.After feeling this way last time, he was attacked with Monica.He turned his head to look at Mundra, the light in the carriage was dim, he stared at him for a long time before realizing that his eyes were open, and his already uncomfortable heart jumped a few times eagerly.

The carriage gradually stopped.

Gregory knew his premonition had come true again.He opened the car door and walked down calmly.

Right ahead of the road, Hayden just got out of the carriage and greeted him with a smile.