Section 14 Story

After a while, a strong man in a brown and embroidered dress appeared. Although Ash Rufate did not recognize him, from the other party's majestic movements and the expression of looking down on all living beings, it can be seen that this is an official, and that kind of official in important positions.

"Who is he?" Ashu Rufat asked a person around him softly.

"Falod, the sheriff of this city." The man replied.

It turned out that the sheriff was also among the guests invited - but there was nothing strange about this.

"Everyone," Falod said. "I have checked the body of the Knight Yara just now." He said loudly. "The servants heard strange sounds, so they informed me at the first time." He looked around, "This was a tragedy, an accident."

A middle-aged man stood up. Judging from his excited expression, he must have a relationship with the dead Yala. "What happened? My nephew died, but you said it was suicide - now it was an accident! Is it a suicide or an accident?"

"Suicide is also an accident," Falod replied. "I checked the body, without any trace of third party harm. The reason why Knight Yara died was that a dagger pierced his head, but the dagger was held in his own hands."

"It may also be that after killing someone, put the dagger into his hands." Someone shouted in the crowd.

"From my years of experience, this is impossible. Because his hands are tightly holding the hilt of the sword." Falold replied loudly. "If a person dies, his body will slowly relax and his hands will never be able to hold them tightly for the second time. The criminal can spread the dead's hands and stuff the sword in, but no one can let the dead's hands hold the sword tightly again."

"It's obvious that Mr. Yara came to the garden alone, and he held a sword in his hand, holding upwards. I think this might be to seek inspiration for poetry, or to recreate the scene in an opera - but unfortunately, he fell and fell to the ground. As a result, in this accident, his dagger pierced his head... Before returning here, I immediately asked the coachman and grooms at the door. According to the common testimony of several people, the sword was indeed owned by Yara himself, and he had personally taken it out of the saddle bag and carried it into the dance venue."

Falold raised his voice. "As I said just now, it was an accident, and it could only be attributed to suicide."

The sheriff's voice was confident and his logic was impeccable. The middle-aged gentleman had to shut up and the hall was silent. There were only a few people whispering.

Many people looked at Baron Raoul with sympathy. Such a festive dance party was ruined by an unlucky slut.

"Finally, Lord Baron, I'm sorry. Because of my duty, I must organize people to collect the body immediately and deliver it to his relatives."

The respectable sheriff left after finishing this speech. Baron Raoul came to the crowd awkwardly, apologized to everyone, and announced that the dance was temporarily over - because after a short period of time, the body had to be carried out from his mansion, and the guests who came to the dance would not want to see this. Besides, after hearing the bad news, everyone had no intention of dancing.

As Ashu Rufate left with the two sisters, he suddenly felt someone looking at him. He immediately noticed Lyle in the crowd. From Lyle's clothes, he could see that this person was one of the people who attacked him in the garden, and his eyes were mixed with fear and hatred. However, after Lyle realized that he was discovered, he immediately turned his head and left with the crowd.

It seems...it doesn't seem that simple. Ashu Rufate told himself in his heart.

...

He led his subordinates along the street.

The sky seemed to be burning with flames, and fierce battles were taking place in every corner of the city. However, no resistance could stop the winner from moving forward. He was in a hurry, his subordinates followed closely behind him, and there was a small-scale battle on the street ahead, blocking his way...

Ashu Rufate suddenly turned over and sat up. It took a few seconds before he realized that he was lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling of the room.

I dreamed... It was another dream... He wiped his forehead, but fortunately there was no sweat on his forehead.

Since he was attacked that night, he has been having all kinds of strange dreams these days. His heart vaguely knew the reason for his nightmare, because he was attacked, hostile attack that threatened life, so that part of his heart that had long been lurking became active again.

He shook his head and threw away his extra thoughts from his mind. Then he found that it was getting late and the smell of cooking breakfast was heard from the kitchen. He knew by smell alone that breakfast was boiled eggs, corn and beans. Ashu Rufate smiled. In the past few days, the two sisters' dining table seemed to be very frugal.

Today is the day for the doctor to visit. Although Ashu Rufate felt that his body had recovered almost, the old doctor emphasized last time that the last diagnosis must be made. Only in this way can he determine his physical condition and determine whether he had left behind sequelae. Ashu Rufate was not sure whether the "sequelae" the doctor referred to refers to physically or mentally. But he found a book in the manor, which said that near-death experience can bring strong mental trauma to people. Although many people can recover physically, they will leave eternal mental damage. The book also cited the example of mercenaries. Even if the mercenaries have retired, in a completely peaceful external environment, they often unconsciously put themselves in the passion of fighting and pose a great threat to others around them.

The respectable doctor was really on time. He came completely at the agreed time and did not spend too much time saying politely. He quickly devoted himself to a meticulous physical examination. To be more specific, he asked Ashu Rufate to take off his top and knocked it all over Ehu Rufate with a short cork stick.

"How does the neck feel?"

"It doesn't hurt at all." Ash Rufate replied. The doctor's expression looked a little surprised - because he once saw the man being hurt so severely that his whole body was as stiff as a corpse. But now, in just two or three months, the man's body has completely returned to normal. Not only that, his physical strength has also recovered very well. This is simply a miracle.

"Try the back again." The doctor prompted, "do this move." He gestured in a position.

Ashu Rufate did what he said. It was nothing difficult and there was no special feeling. But the doctor was surprised by it. "It's incredible..." He gently poked Ashu Rufate's back with a small stick. "It doesn't hurt at all? Is there any sourness? Or some other feeling?"

"Not at all," Ash Rufate replied. "Nothing else."

"The joints have no effect, either." The doctor concluded with satisfaction. "I congratulations, child, you have completely recovered from your health. I really have nothing to say."

He put the stick back into his box, then took out the paper and pen to start recording. "Your body has been very well-trained, and maybe that's why you can quickly recover from your health."

"Am I fully recovered?" Ashu Rufat asked.

"Yes, in terms of physicality, my child, you are completely recovered." The doctor replied with a smile. "In terms of memory... as I told you before, it depends entirely on the verdict of the gods, not a small mortal doctor like me."

"This..." Ashu Rufat pondered for a moment, and finally decided to say it. "Doctor, I don't know if I should talk about some things."

"You can trust my professional experience." The doctor stopped the pen in his hand and looked at Ashu Rufate.

"I've been dreaming lately...I mean, I've been dreaming the same."

"Dreaming is normal," the doctor replied. "I mean, there are many records that people who have lost their memory are particularly prone to dreaming, and their dreams are actually true, all of which have happened in the past. Why, child, is there anything that bothering you?"

"There are many things I dream about...mostly war."

The doctor nodded. "They said you were a mercenary." He said.

"But some of them... in fact, most of them are impossible."

"How is it impossible?"

"There are some dream scenes... all non-human wars. They are things that have nothing to do with humans... Do you know rat people?"

"I've heard of it. They are said to be a kind of intelligent creature in the underground world."

"In my dream, I clearly dreamed that I was with many rats... a lot... a lot. In the underground world," Ashu Rufate hesitated for a moment, and finally said it. "In my dream, I saw that I had a long tail."

"You dreamed that you became a rat man?"

"It's not that I became...but... in that dream, I was a rat man. There are many similar dreams, but the types are different."

The doctor nodded. "Mr. Ashu Rufate." He suddenly changed into an extremely solemn tone. "This will really confuse a person. But I think, maybe I can tell you a few real stories. It is not actually a story, it is just a personal experience and some cases I have heard from my friends who are traveling with me."

"I once encountered such a patient... Please forgive me for not being able to tell his name... In short, like you, he was unconscious for several days because of an accident. However, he finally defeated the gods and woke up. At this time, his family discovered something very strange - he suddenly brought an accent from other places when he spoke."

"accent?"
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