"Bad news, My Lord! Lady Fidelia jumped into the Oakstone River!"
One of the two patrol guards ran in hurriedly, reporting to Commander Brian. Brian's face turned pitch black; he immediately leaned close to the Lord's ear to whisper.
Gideon Busan, today's groom, threw the wine glass in his hand and rushed toward the backyard like the wind. The guests didn't understand what was happening, blankly intending to follow, but Deputy Butler Hugh immediately stepped forward to stabilize the situation.
Although the guests didn't run after him anymore, they secretly told their servants to go listen for news.
...
Jennifer felt her head buzzing; memories of two lifetimes were merging, making her brain feel like it was being hammered by Thor's hammer one blow after another. The tattoo on her shoulder blade heated up; the pitch-black poisonous snake wrapped around the sword seemed to be burned by fire, gradually vanishing, revealing the original appearance of the tattoo.
The Holy Sword was surrounded by bright red lily branches, both powerful and magnificent.
At the distant Mage Tower, the black rose inside the glass cage suddenly emitted a blinding light, then both the cage and the flower turned into fine shimmering dust, gradually dissolving into the air.
The scene looked extremely beautiful, but those who knew about it only felt a chill down their spines. This black rose was called Sunset Tears, an extremely rare magic plant specifically used to imprison souls.
A mage wearing a white robe reached out his hand wanting to grab the dust in the air, but this layer of dust passed through his hand, gradually disappearing without a trace.
"Thought it would last a bit longer, didn't expect it to die after only two years. A genius Mage is only so much."
The young man wearing the white robe murmured softly, his voice gentle as if whispering to a lover, but the words spoken were cold and disdainful. He thought the person whose soul was imprisoned had died, and that person's soul had also shattered.
The young man left the room; the light in the room immediately went out, the space sinking into a lonely dark night.
"Go tell Count Aniston that his enemy has gone to hell."
Charles Otiss used a silk handkerchief to wipe his hands, then threw it far away. The handkerchief fell to the ground and burst into a blue flame, then turned into ash, blown away by the wind. He coldly ordered his subordinate, then walked away toward the main tower.
What Charles didn't know was that not long after he left, the black rose that had vanished appeared again, a stream of light shimmering like orange-red crystals swirling around it. A transformation appeared over the entire flower; the black rose gradually disintegrated, merging with the orange-red stream of light, gradually gathering to form a bright red lily.
Next, the flower turned into a streak of light, shooting away into the distance like a magnificent shooting star.
From hundreds of thousands of years ago, Sunset Tears had another name, a name that no one knows anymore, which is "Nirvana"...
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"Cough cough... cough..."
"She vomited water, she vomited water, put her down quickly."
Jennifer was carried face down on the shoulder of a tall young man, who ran back and forth continuously for nearly a dozen laps. Her belly and chest were pressed, and the amount of water filling her lungs was also pushed out; her face, white as a dead person's, finally had a bit of color.
When Gideon arrived, Jennifer had finished receiving first aid and was being placed beside the large bonfire.
Although it was only early winter, the river water hadn't frozen yet but was already very cold. The young men were sitting huddled in a lump by the fire, shivering violently.
As soon as Gideon arrived, everyone stepped aside to let him in. Placing his hand on Jennifer's carotid artery, seeing it was still beating, Gideon sighed in relief. Just as he intended to withdraw his hand, the girl's eyelids trembled slightly, then slowly opened.
She woke up!
Gideon didn't think much; he immediately picked Jennifer up horizontally, letting her head rest against his chest.
"Those of you who jumped down to save the Madam today, each person is rewarded with one silver coin, plus beer, bread, and roasted meat for everyone to take home. That is all for today, everyone go back and rest. Thank you for coming to my wedding."
The eyes and noses of the people in the territory stung; they truly loved this benevolent Lord and felt very sorry for what he had to encounter.
After ordering Brian to handle the work and comforting everyone, Gideon sped up, carrying Jennifer across the wooden bridge, taking the detour back to the backyard.
Today's matter would more or less reach the ears of the guests; later on, perhaps he would be laughed at by those nobles for a long time.
At this moment, Jennifer was more awake; although she was still weak, she was already aware of everything around her.
"Someone... someone... pushed... me down..."
The girl's voice rang out weakly; although quiet, it still entered Gideon's ears without missing a word. He paused slightly, then continued walking:
"Who?"
"Servant... of the Walter family... person... with... red hair..."
She spoke then coughed violently; the cold wind blowing past made her shiver.
Gideon walked faster:
"Caroline!"
He called out loudly.
Caroline, who was working upstairs, hurriedly ran out; without needing to walk down the stairs, she saw the situation before her eyes, her face turning pale. Without needing Gideon to speak, Caroline called out loudly:
"Mia, May, immediately stoke the fireplace even stronger! Hal, immediately go invite Mr. Oneil!"
She herself hurriedly turned her head to run upstairs, threw open the bedroom door, then ran to the clothes chest, taking out a set of sleepwear.
On the hem of the shirt, there was a dark brown stain, looking like the trace of spilled tea; Caroline's face darkened. But they also knew the cause from the mouths of those servants; even if they were aggrieved, it wasn't convenient to say it out loud.
Gideon quickly brought Jennifer into the room; Mia and May had also finished lighting the fireplace, stepping forward to help Caroline support Jennifer behind the screen to change clothes.
Jennifer grasped Gideon's sleeve tightly and wouldn't let go; he said softly:
"Change your clothes lest you catch a cold; I'll be outside, I'll come in with you in a moment."
He thought this fool was afraid, so he comforted her with a gentle voice.
Jennifer looked closely at the man's face for a while before letting go of her hand.