Duan Qing didn't understand the meaning of this strange conversation with the head of the Ida family until much later. Now they were only caught in the early morning of the next day after a night's rest. The Date family members "invited" them: "Okay, where is this place called Sky Garden?"
"Do you really want to listen to that guy and take action?" Xueling Huanbing on the side looked at the other person's face with sideways eyes: "I thought he would help us for the sake of Volavos, but it turned out In the end, not only did this not happen, but they even kicked us out..."
"At least they gave us one night's stay, which can be considered as a kindness." Duan Qing took out his adventurer's map nonchalantly: "Let me see... I have followed you in such a big circle. , as a result, the adventurer map of the imperial capital is still not fully recorded."
"Come with me, I've heard of the Sky Garden." With a helpless sigh, Xueling Huanbing then turned around and walked towards the front of the street: "If I remember correctly..."
"There should be a cemetery there."
As the two people set off again, their swaying movements gradually merged into the crowds filling the streets, and mixed in were the revelers from this city who had not had enough fun at night wandering around in the streets drunkenly. , the two people who tried to avoid these drunkards and troubles then pulled the ghost figure of Violet who followed them like a puppet, and slowly moved towards a sparsely populated place northwest of Redcar. : "What about Asahi Dongsheng and Goldman?"
"Probably because the place of rebirth was destroyed, and now he is dead and he doesn't know where he is."
Pushing away the cluttered weeds that were gradually growing on the roadside, looking at the surroundings, Snow Spirit Huan Bing replied casually: "It is relatively rare for a tavern to be destroyed like this in the free world."
"Sure enough, if you live for a long time, you may see anything." Duan Qing, who followed him, calmed down his aura that seemed a little disordered due to long-term exercise: "And are they really dead? Just Because of that fire?"
"I don't have their contact information, and this matter can no longer be verified." Answering this, Xue Ling Huan Bing's eyes patrolled back and forth on the edge of the overgrown open space in front of the three people: "And I have I have no interest in their life and death. If they really don’t come back, I will just clap my hands and cheer...well."
"arrive."
Her eyes finally stopped at a certain location. She stretched out her finger and looked back at Duan Qing's face: "Hey, that's that place."
"It's so deserted." Looking at the corners of the open space with sparse and messy tombstones and almost no human habitation, Duan Qing replied with a sigh: "It's simply different from the city we just saw. It’s a far cry from the grand scene.”
"You can find places like this in every city in the free world. Don't pretend you don't know anything." Xue Ling Huan Bing crossed her arms angrily: "And the nobles in the imperial capital have their own family cemeteries. The cemeteries here often bury minor nobles or civilians from the empire who no one cares about."
"No wonder we can't even see a manager." Duan Qing adjusted his gray robe slightly and walked forward, his expression becoming more and more solemn: "Well, since those big shots don't have anything time……"
"Let us do our part for them."
Three or two figures, gradually submerged by weeds, kept walking back and forth among the messy tombstones as time passed. From time to time, there were also strange looks from passers-by who happened to pass by. The weeds that were half as tall as a person began to become less and less as Duan Qing and others moved, until they were all cleared out during the process of sorting and cleaning by Duan Qing and others. Panting and straightening up his waist, Duan Qing, who was slightly lacking in physical strength, took the lead in throwing the grass roots he had pulled out in his hands on the ground, and then he sat down in them without a care in the eyes of Xue Ling Huan Bing's mocking eyes. Next to a tombstone: "No more competition, no more competition, you win this time."
"Is this still the invincible swordsman from before?" He raised his sword and crossed another corner covered with weeds. Xue Ling Huan Bing's figure then disappeared into the shadow of the corner: "Now even cleaning has become so difficult. difficulty?"
"One life, one life. Since I am a magician now, I have to accept the weak constitution that belongs to the magician." Duan Qing wiped the sweat from his forehead: "And if I were not allowed to use alchemy potions, , I took a bottle of Wind Blade magic potion and cut it all off."
"Aren't you afraid of damaging these tombstones?" Xueling Huanbing's warning voice then sounded in the distance where Duan Qing could not see: "You said you wanted to sweep the tombs first, but now you have to use such violent means... …Well."
The cold voice stopped in mid-air. She seemed to have discovered something, and then she fixed her gaze in a certain direction of the cemetery. Then, while quietly approaching, she used a voice that only Duan Qing could hear. Reminding the other person: "Look."
"This is probably why the head of the Ida family asked us to come here."
Looking at the sight of the purple-haired woman who had been standing next to him inexplicably standing in front of a certain tombstone, Duan Qing wiped his nose: "It's not like they didn't notice this Violet who has been following us. Lord, we have already thought about how to answer one of the questions we want to ask... Let's go."
"Let's take a look and see whose resting place this is." As the two people approached quietly, it was the gray-robed magician who took the lead in extending his hand to wipe the surface of the dilapidated tombstone: "732 By 759, Fulla Roel...Fora?"
"Another impressive name." He repeated the description he saw on the tombstone, and the gaze in his eyes became deeper as the memory accumulated: "It turns out In the end, he was buried here."
"Looking at the age, this lady seemed to be very young when she died." Looking in the direction of Violet, who had been silent, Xueling Huanbing's voice became much deeper: "And this last name is ...He is a descendant of the Roel family.”
"That family you introduced before?" Duan Qing let out a slight sigh, and then turned his gaze to the direction they were coming from: "That collapsed family...what happened to the last people?"
"Of course they are all dead." After giving this expected and painful answer, Xue Ling Huan Bing replied expressionlessly: "It's just that with the status of the Roel family at that time, those who died should be treated by the imperial nobles. She deserved the treatment she deserved, but this lady was buried in this place..."
"No matter how I think about it, there is something wrong with it."
As these words fell, unspeakable silence spread around the tombstone. The figures of Duan Qing and Xue Ling Huanbing gradually kneeling in front of the tombstone became particularly obvious. They looked side by side in front of them. After a long while, he placed the white flower he had prepared on the stone platform in front of him. The body standing on the spot finally had some reaction. The purple-haired woman who had been motionless finally slowly knelt down on the tombstone following Duan Qing and Xueling Huanbing's memorial movements. In front of her, the originally slightly dull and confused expression was accompanied by a few tears falling, which merged with Violet's gradual lowering of her head: "..."
"Please rest in peace."
After speaking these three words slowly, Duan Qing with a serious expression quietly stepped aside. He looked at the great magician in a black cloak who stood motionless with his hands clasped in front of his chest. Looking back, some of the thoughts that had already reached his lips were forced back by him: "It seems like another sad story."
"Violet's surname... she mentioned it herself before when she was in Tanzania City." Xueling Huanbing's voice came quietly from Duan Qing's side: "I remember it was called Roland, right? "
"It's Violet AD Roland. This is the name recognized by the system." As if he was afraid of disturbing the mourning of the woman in front of him, Duan Qing lowered his voice and replied: "We have always suspected her and Roland because of this. Family ties, but now it doesn’t seem that simple.”
"Is Violet a member of the Roel family?" Xue Ling Huan Bing also started to guess: "The orphan of the Roel family? Escaped from the joint strangulation by His Majesty the Emperor and the imperial nobles?"
"NPCs in the free world often tell lies about their life experiences."
Putting away his expression of mourning, Duan Qing's brows furrowed tightly with his thoughtful tone: "They may conceal their identities when introducing themselves, or use false pasts to deceive us. , so that we can do things for them without knowing what is right or wrong..."
"The former great magician probably also wanted to use such a trick, but we just noticed it." He paused slightly when he said this: "But no matter how much she makes up her lies, the source of The name prompted by the system should not be faked."
"Including those memory fragments you saw - they are all certified by the system, right?" Xueling Huanbing also showed a thoughtful expression: "Then this Violet AD Roland..."
"Having said that, the Roland family should be one of the two families with outstanding achievements when the Fleur Empire was established." Duan Qing's voice sounded in her ears at the right time: "Judging from the strength of Laura Roland, they You should now have enough capital to run sideways in the empire..."
"Why haven't I introduced you before on this journey?"
He looked at Xue Ling Huan Bing's face, and his expression gradually became weird. Xue Ling Huan Bing, who also thought of something abnormal, also opened his eyes wide. After a while, he clapped his hands as if he had realized something and said: "Yes, shouldn't the Roland family be located in the middle of Nobilit Street? It's the same location we passed yesterday -"
"We only hear your introduction when we pass by those famous places and monuments. Of course, the same goes for well-known nobles." Duan Qing also had a strange expression on his face: "You can miss this, which only means that We really didn’t see anything about the Roland family at that time.”
"Did I remember it wrong?" Xue Ling Huan Bing pressed her forehead: "But I do remember that there was an ordinary gray door there, and the surrounding walls filled with ancient atmosphere were very easy to identify..."
"If you have the chance, go back and take a look. Maybe it's because they moved." With these words of comfort, Duan Qing patted the other person's shoulder and then pinched his chin: "But if that's the case - "
Staring at the ground in front of him for a period of time, he raised his head again and looked around the scene around the sky garden. His eyes, which were constantly searching for something, swayed back and forth with the bleak wind that kept blowing here. Finally, he stood with him. The movement began to pass through the surfaces of other tombstones again and again: "Korilan Farouk, 727-759..."
"Visagius, 733 to 759..."
"George Cumbia Pantheon, 699-759."
"Darren Victor, 741-759."
The hesitant voice became more and more determined as the recitation continued. Duan Qing's eyes lingered on the messy tombstones in the cemetery again and again. The regular words subsequently aroused Xue Ling Huanbing's attention. Notice that a slightly surprised look appeared in front of the tombstones along with the rushing footsteps: "All in 759?"
"Isn't this a cemetery?"
Slowly turning his head, Duan Qing pointed to the last tombstone on the edge of the open space and said, "How come they are all buried with people who died in the same era?"
"I, I don't know either." Xue Ling Huan Bing forcibly calmed down her breath which was somewhat rapid due to surprise: "What exactly happened in 759? It seems that players have never mentioned it in the empire's search records. Pass……"
"Write it down, another secret that needs to be verified is born."
Duan Qing sighed helplessly, and finally pulled his eyes out of the tombstones in front of him: "Originally I just wanted to find if anyone from the Roland family was buried here, but in the end I found one. The whole set of good brothers who live and die together...eh?"
The complaints suddenly stopped, and Duan Qing's noticed eyes suddenly turned from the direction of Xue Ling Huan Bing to the front of the two people. His eyes gradually became surprised and then fell on the tombstone of Fula. Violet, who was kneeling motionless in front of her, heard the disorderly syllables sung by her unique deep voice. It was impossible to determine whether these chanting syllables were really uttered by the purple-haired woman who could not even speak completely. The two people cautiously approached each other's back, raising their weapons in warning postures and movements. Hesitatingly, he slowly put it down, and composed this vague syllable into a sad and melodious hum: "I thought she was using some magic..."
"It turned out to be singing."
