"You've lost weight again. You should be able to dance more gracefully now." Christian wasn't surprised and used thin to describe Maryse.
She was more like a dried corpse that had been buried in a coffin for many years.
"Master Chris, I'm no longer the little girl you saw when I was 5 years old," Maris replied coldly.
"Oh, no! In my heart, you will always be the little girl dancing beside the fire beside the caravan, "Christian said with a smile.
Gentle, elegant, these labels seemed to be forever attached to the Bruch family, showing it to the world all the time.
But Maris knew what was hidden behind their elegance and calmness.
"Thank you for your imagination," Maris said calmly. "Now can you tell me why you're looking for me?"
Under the light, a dried corpse was talking to Christian. The walls of the castle and the priceless oil paintings hanging on it made everything look even weirder.
It was as if a mysterious wizard from the Middle Ages was digging a grave to summon his own skeleton soldier.
But there was a problem with the summoning, and the skeleton became a dried corpse.
"Master Roche was killed a few days ago," Chris looked at the red liquid in the goblet and said leisurely.
"I know."
"It caused such a big commotion, so you must know. But you don't know what happened behind the scenes. "
"You mean after a hundred years, Master Roche finally made a move?" Maris asked.
"No, my beautiful little girl, maybe I should add the word 'used to'?" Christian said with a smile, "We all thought Master Roche sensed the call of our ancestors and was ready to return to the family graveyard to become a spirit to protect the family."
Maris listened quietly. The orbicularis oculi under her skin trembled slightly, and her slender eyelashes flickered. She didn't think it was cute, but strange and scary.
"It was a young doctor from the Imperial Capital who diagnosed Lord Luo Che and exposed the conspiracy mercilessly. My ancestor! Master Roche was poisoned by lead. I didn't expect our bodies could also be corroded by lead, this clumsy heavy metal. "
"Doctor?"
"I know your legends are all to cheat money. You wouldn't use your life as a price to predict the future."
The mummy shrugged its shoulders, its black robe trembling slightly.
"I saw you when you were five. Did you start to change at six?"
"You know, the curse says that before the age of 10, you will become like this, neither human nor ghost."
"I have no intention of understanding your method of divination. I just always thought that you were sick and not because of that damned curse. No one could have laid a curse thousands of years ago, and it had lasted until now. Even Lord Roche couldn't do this. "
"I'm touched by your words, but don't you think it's stupid? Lord Kerry, "Maris said hoarsely.
Strange laughter echoed in the rooms of the ancient castle, as if there were mummies crawling out of the ancient bluestone walls in every corner.
"Then let me tell you one more thing."
"Hmm?"
"Lord Roche flew to the Imperial Capital a while ago."
The mummy's eyes widened and she looked at Christian in disbelief. Locher Bruch was obviously very powerful, but he was too cautious. He rarely walked out of this ancient castle, even if there were no more than five people in this world who could hurt him.
This was his territory, and no one could defeat … hurt him in this ancient castle under the protection of the ancestors.
This old guy actually walked out of the ancient castle?!
Looking at Maris's mummy face and widened eyes, Christian took a sip of the red liquid in the glass and said, "Now you know what I mean."
"Is it an illness?"
"I don't know. Anyway, Lord Roche went to find that little guy," Kerry said. "At first, I thought he was very interesting. There weren't many people who dared to punch me in the face, even though I was in a weakened state at that time."
The mummy didn't interrupt Christian. Her eyes moved slightly as if she was thinking about something.
"I think Lord Roche is like a lighthouse on the coast, guiding us. Little girl, don't you want to try?" Roche said elegantly.
"Why did you help me?"
"Ancestors above, I will also slowly grow old, okay? Now I am constantly recalling the past, and I have a doubt in my heart that needs to be explained. "
"No!" Maryse rejected Christian's suggestion.
"Don't be in a hurry to reject him, he is just an ordinary person …"
"Ordinary person? Will Lord Roche leave this moldy and rotten ancient castle for an ordinary person? "
"I am sorry for your description," Kerry said, "It is also a video, you don't have to worry about your matters being known."
The mummy was silent, her eyes moved slightly as if she was determined to confirm something.
Christian wasn't in a hurry, he shook the dark red liquid in the glass, looked at the liquid hanging on the wall, and then slowly dissolved in the glass.
"What does he need?"
"No need, just that I still want to see the beautiful memories of the past … If there is, the Bruch family will give him enough in return." Kerry smiled as he said, "Plus, I have doubts about Lord Roche's way of doing things, and I want to prove something."
The mummy slowly put on the black hood again, and the hand that was so shriveled that it seemed to be only a skeleton retracted into the black robe.
At this moment, she seemed to be one with the shadows of the ancient castle, and it was hard to tell if she really existed.
"Don't move, my little girl," Kerry said. "Only this room belongs to me. Be careful, Lord Roche will turn you into one of my clansmen, and a lowly one at that."
The shadow did not move, only the light on the crystal ball in front of it flickered twice.
"I like this kind of fake mystery," Christian mocked, then took out his phone.
"Look at what my little friend is doing."
…
…
Zheng Ren stood on the balcony and was whispering to Little Yiren.
There was no topic, just talking about whatever came to mind.
They talked about the lights in front of them, the community hospital downstairs, today's surgery, and dinner.
This was his most leisurely time, and Zheng Ren had already gotten used to and fallen in love with this kind of life.
[They said …]
His phone rang, and Zheng Ren frowned.
This was a bad habit left over from clinical practice. His phone was on 24 hours a day, and every time he received a call from the hospital at home, he would be frightened.
That meant another major emergency rescue, another sleepless night.
He smiled apologetically at Little Yiren, then picked up his phone and glanced at it.
Kerry? Zheng Ren hesitated for a moment, then picked up the phone.
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