Chapter 488 (1/2)

When Mrs. quelling opened the wooden door, the stale smell and the burning smell of firewood gushed out of the small room.

The windows in the room, which occupied most of the walls, were covered with thick velvet curtains, and did not give a glimmer of light.

The fire in the fireplace is not too prosperous. When the unknown wood burns, it makes a crackling sound, which makes the fire flicker continuously, which adds a bit of unreal feeling to the already illusory fire light.

The owner of the room was as motionless as if he had fallen asleep on a velvet mat. Only the unclosed eyes on his wrinkled face proved that he was still awake, and the old man with white hair was staring at the magic ink and a badge with blood in the fire.

A thin layer of dust has been accumulated on the broad mahogany table top. Usually, the owner of the room can clean it up by waving his finger. But now it is obvious that the other party has no mood to do so.

”Well, shaman. I know you're still blaming yourself for Pierce's death, but you can't help it. No one can predict that the famous green family will be captured by those monsters, and there's not even a word coming out... ”

”No, it's really my fault.”

Old Shaman's voice was hoarse, and his right hand trembled and stroked the badge: ”the Green family has done some strange things before, but I didn't care My negligence killed my best friend, pierce, who has been with me for more than half a century

”Don't be like that, shaman, no matter how much self blame, pierce will not come back.”

The old woman sighed, took off her pointed wizard's hat, took out a cup of steaming tea from it, and handed it to the old man with muddy tears in her eyes: ”now drink some honey tea and have a good rest. Even the greatest magician of the century, you are still just a human being. ”

”No, I'm just a relic of the last century. I'm afraid the most dazzling people in this century have already appeared in our vision... ” Old shaman didn't get Mrs. quelling's tea. Instead, he wiped his eyes with his robe sleeve and leaned back on his chair. ”The times have come to the next corner. There is no stage for us old guys.”

”Do you mean that little guy who always works miracles?”

Mrs. quellin put honey tea in front of the old man. She was devastated by the years, and her face showed a kind smile: ”it is true that she has been running around, giving people a feeling of energy. You and I can't match it.”

”If it wasn't for that little guy, I'm afraid Pierce would have suffered an unbearable insult to his noble personality even if he had died because of the monsters.”

The old man sighed.

”Although the little guy also took this opportunity to blackmail us a lot of benefits...”