The dark room has a large space, but there are no other furnishings. The only window in the room is tightly blocked by thick black cotton curtains.

Under the dim candlelight, a large rocking chair was placed in the middle of the room, and a rotten smell came to the nostrils...

"Squeak..."

The wooden door behind him was closed again, and according to Feiler's request, only he and Gianna entered the room.

But feeling the weird atmosphere in the room, and the strong rancid smell and ominous atmosphere in the air, Jaina's hair was already standing on end...

"Don't be afraid, miss!

I'm actually...still alive..."

A low and hoarse voice came, scaring Jaina's heart.

The voice was as thin as a gossamer, sharp and weak, as if it was not the tone that humans should have...

After carefully identifying the source of the voice for a while, Jaina suddenly felt a chill on her back, and a cold wind rushed from her spine to the top of her head, making her suddenly shiver.

In the dim candlelight, I saw an old and frail figure lying quietly on the large rocking chair.

It's better to say it's a skeleton than a human being...

The wrinkled face cannot distinguish between male and female, there is no hair on the gray head, and there is no luster in the dim eyes...

If it weren't for the sobs that came from his withered mouth and the intermittent rise and fall of his chest, Jaina would really have regarded him as a long-dead corpse...

"This is my father...Duke Fran!"

Feile walked over slowly, carefully straightened the rocking chair, and lit a few candlesticks in the room. "I'm sorry, but he can't be exposed to the sun directly. Even too bright light will cause him harm..."

"

Feile's voice was low and his tone seemed to be very negative, and as he lit the candlesticks around the rocking chair. After seeing Duke Fran's condition clearly, Gianna suddenly took a breath of cold air, and her scalp became numb instantly!

It was indeed a curse, but the situation was much more serious than she imagined...

At this moment, Duke Fran was already haggard, and there seemed to be no kilograms of water in his body. He was slumped in the rocking chair, like a withered plant. His naked upper body was covered with black spots, and had rotted and suppurated, while the trousers

The feet exposed underneath were already exposed with thick white bones.

"He has been like this for half a year...

Vision, smell, taste, and the remaining hearing are no longer sharp..."

Feile said slowly, the weakness in his eyes was very inconsistent with his body shape.

"It's a curse...

He didn't die directly under that damn forbidden curse. It was my father's indestructible willpower and his body of a high-level warrior that supported him...

Although there is advanced water magic to maintain life, my father's body has been exhausted..."

Feile squatted beside the rocking chair, and the eyes on his dark face looked at Gianna expectantly. Because this was his glimmer of hope, although it was very slim. He knew in his heart how high the chance was, but he

Can not give up!

…

"Feel sorry……"

Looking at the old Duke in the rocking chair, Jaina gently shook her head.

"You should know your father's situation better than I do, but even using the Great Light Resurrection Technique can't restore his body to a healthy state..."

Duke Beler is not injured, nor is he seriously ill. He is just...

died……

The dilapidated body was lifeless. It must be Feile's companions who used advanced healing techniques to forcibly maintain his life, but this only delayed his death. Feile, as a senior magician, should

clear……

Jaina's words made Feile's body tremble violently, but he recovered quickly. He must have expected such a result.

"Thank you..." He nodded vigorously and slowly looked at Gianna with his dim eyes, "No matter what, I want to thank you and Ella..."

He didn't finish speaking, but his voice started to choke...

"Don't be sad, my child..."

Sensing something strange about him, Duke Fran on the rocking chair slowly opened his withered lips and spoke with difficulty.

"I have already given up my body, my child!

I am a knight, and my life is only for those suffering people.

And now, it's time for you to leave...

I can't drag you down for my own sake...

And you can't drag down those companions for me...

There are no selfish men in the Fran family..."

The old Duke's voice was as soft as silk, as if he was about to take his last breath at any moment, but the firmness and determination in that weak voice made Jaina admire her.

"Yes, father!

But I won’t abandon you. There is no man in the Fran family who abandons his family either!

Please allow me to stay by your side and at least let me do my best.

If that moment really comes, I will send you away with my own hands, with my own hands..."

Feile suddenly became excited. He grabbed the armrests of the rocking chair with both hands, his whole body was shaking violently, and the crystal tears in his eyes were controlled by his efforts...

That moment really comes...

personally……

After briefly thinking about it, Jaina felt mixed feelings in her heart.

It is already obvious that Duke Fran's end is coming. And being corrupted by the curse, his final fate can already be met...

evil Dead!

Just like those monsters out there who aimlessly create tragedies for the sake of killing and starving...

And how does Feile, who is always preparing to kill his father with his own hands, feel now...

What kind of consciousness did he have to make such a difficult decision...

Everything seems obvious...

…

"Another bitter drama...

Damn it, I hate sad dramas the most!

Because this is simply...

Just...there is no way to refuse..."

Sighing secretly in her heart, Jaina curled her lips and looked at the father and son.

"Mr. Peller!"

She spoke slowly, attracting the attention of Feile, who was almost crying.

"Can I ask you to step outside for a moment?

I want to talk to Duke Fran alone!"

After thinking for a while, Jaina said seriously.

"alone?"

Feile was suddenly stunned for a moment. He slowly stood up and looked at Gianna in surprise, as if he didn't understand her intention.

"I won't hurt him, you can rest assured..."

Jaina shrugged, not paying any attention to Feile's expression.

"Feile...you can go out for a while. I'm also curious about what our guest wants to say to me..."

Feile narrowed his eyes cautiously, looking alert, but Duke Fran's hoarse voice slowly came from the rocking chair.

"Don't worry, a beautiful lady will not harm me, an old man who is about to enter the grave..."

Duke Fran's words seemed to calm down Feile.

"Sorry, I'm just a little worried about him...

But...please don't let him say too many words..."

After struggling for a while, Feile bowed apologetically to Jaina.

After looking at his father again, he took a deep breath, and then silently walked towards the door.

"Squeak...squeak..."

The heavy wooden door rang twice, and only Jaina and the old Duke were left in the room.

And as the sound of the wooden door closing ended, Duke Fran's voice sounded again...

"I'm sorry...Miss!

Although this request is a bit excessive...

But, if possible...

Please...kill me...
Chapter completed!