yasinovel Chapter 198 Memorial
Chapter 198 Memorial
Chapter 198 Memorial
Green Cemetery, in front of a row of gray and white marble tombstones near the left wall.
An elderly man wearing a heavy woolen overcoat and a top black hat walked slowly, his gaze sweeping over the tombstones on his left. His blue eyes held a complex mix of emotions, as if sorrow was brewing within them, accompanied by a thick, unyielding loneliness.
After walking for about half a minute, his gaze suddenly stopped, and he quickened his pace, finally stopping in front of an old tombstone that looked quite old.
The photo on the tombstone is no longer legible, but the name engraved beneath it is still clear: Robert Nord.
The epitaph next to it contained only one short line: "I'm sorry, I couldn't hold on any longer."
The old man stood blankly in front of the tombstone for a long time. His already deeply wrinkled and aged face seemed to have aged another ten years at this moment, and he looked like he was about to collapse.
Finally, he let out a long sigh, raised his hand to remove the top hat he was wearing, pressed it to his chest, and bowed deeply.
"I'm sorry...maybe I should have come to see you sooner."
"I remember you really liked the golden leaves of Jianhai County. You came in too much of a hurry today. I'll bring you a bouquet tomorrow."
As soon as she finished speaking, her sorrowful eyes suddenly narrowed, and she abruptly turned her head to look behind her.
In the gentle breeze that rustled the leaves, Cyril walked closer, crunching through the fallen leaves and twigs.
He wore fitted black trousers, a white shirt, and a light brown long overcoat. He sported gold-rimmed glasses and had a refined air about him.
He looks more like a scholar from Remnburg than a gentleman from Loen.
He casually walked up to the old man, turning a gold coin whose denomination was illegible in his hand, and smiled:
"Sir, if you don't mind, I can lend you a bunch of golden leaves."
"Who are you?"
The old man frowned, put his top hat back on, and looked at him intently, his actions and tone revealing obvious wariness.
Cyril shrugged. "Just a passerby."
"Fortunately, I was lucky. I had just practiced painting golden leaves before."
As he spoke, he reached into his coat pocket, pulled out a folded sheet of drawing paper, and shook it as he unfolded it.
The drawing depicts a sea of flowers blooming in the sunlight, their petals displaying a gradient from orange-red to golden yellow, spread out flat in a disc-like shape. From a distance, they resemble a cluster of sunset suns gathered together.
Golden leaves, which come from the coastal areas of the Intersea, symbolize resilience, silence, and unyielding sacrifice.
Under the old man's wary and suspicious gaze, Sirion reached his other free hand into the drawing paper.
After a brief pause, he took his hand out again, holding two bunches of fresh golden leaves that looked like they had just been picked and were still covered in dew.
He casually handed the golden leaf flower in his hand to the old man in front of him and smiled:
"It can probably last for a day, and within that day, it will be a true golden leaf flower."
After a brief silence, the old man reached out and took the two bouquets of flowers from Cyril, placing them in front of Robert Nord's tombstone.
After the worship ceremony, the old man turned back to face Sirion, removed his top hat, and bowed respectfully, saying:
"Thank you so much for the golden leaves. You are such a generous and kind gentleman."
Sirion smiled and nodded in return, saying, "You're welcome. It's what a gentleman should do."
"My name is Sir Ryan Gray, sir. May I ask your name?"
The old man first straightened his coat to make himself look more energetic before answering:
"Lawrence, Lawrence Nord."
Sir Ryan nodded slightly: "Yes, Mr. Lawrence."
"Hmm...it might be a bit presumptuous, but I'd like to invite you to meet my friend near the Harvest Church in the southern part of the bridge, how about it?"
Lawrence's expression didn't change much. His azure eyes scanned him up and down as he calmly said:
"It sounds like you weren't just a random passerby."
"Can you tell me who this friend you're talking about is? And how did you find me?"
Noticing the surging spirituality emanating from Lawrence, and the hint of suicidal intent in his words, Sirion quickly spoke up:
"Sir, you don't need to be so nervous. I'm not a member of the Aurora Society, and I have no ill intentions."
"It was purely by chance that I appeared here. I just happened to be wandering around this mirror world nearby and saw you through the reflection of the puddles on the roadside."
"The friend I want you to meet is a descendant of the Abraham family. He has only recently made contact with the Presbyterian Church. If you are still worried, you can go and meet the Presbyterian member who just arrived in Backlund."
Lawrence frowned and shook his head. "I think you're mistaken. While I am an 'astrologer,' I am not a member of the Abraham family you claim to be. If you insist," Sirion shrugged, then added:
"However, in my eyes, the people of your Abraham family are very easy to identify. From a higher perspective, the aura that remains on you is too conspicuous, as it is the same as that of the Full Moon Whisper."
"By the way, the elder who came to Backlund is named Verdu Garcia. Since you're still on guard, I'll have him come find you later."
After saying that, Sirion took a few steps back and stepped into a small puddle of water, about the size of a palm.
As expected, no water splashed; amidst the shimmering blue light, Cyril's figure vanished silently.
"A 'traveler'? But not quite..."
"Some kind of magical item that can travel through the world in the mirror?"
As he whispered, Lawrence took a crystal ball the size of a baby's fist from his coat pocket and then gently placed a hand over it.
Without a sound, the crystal ball began to sparkle with brilliant starlight, becoming dazzlingly bright.
A few breaths later, all the light in the crystal ball disappeared, and Lawrence's face suddenly turned pale. He looked at the crystal ball in his hand and murmured to himself.
"No results..."
He paused, then placed his hand on the crystal ball again, and the crystal ball, which had just dimmed, began to sparkle with brilliant starlight once more.
This lasted for less than two seconds before the starlight in the crystal ball went out.
Lawrence's already pale face became even paler, and the wrinkles on his face deepened, making him look several years older.
"For me, the outcome is positive; perhaps there will be a brighter future, and perhaps I won't die so lonely..."
"Cough~ cough~"
"I can't use my extraordinary abilities again for a while, otherwise I'll go insane before the full moon this month."
He muttered a few words to himself, put away the crystal ball, and walked towards the cemetery gate.
At the hotel where Verdu was staying, Cyril, with his extraordinary abilities, very naturally pushed open the locked door.
Verdu, who was writing something at his desk, hurriedly got up, grabbed the paper he was writing on and crumpled it into a ball with one hand, and subconsciously reached for the "door" pattern on his classical robe with the other.
"Am I that scary?"
Upon realizing that the person who had barged into his room was Cyril, Verdu awkwardly stopped running away, glaring resentfully as he muttered:
"Don't you knock before entering the room?"
Cyril retorted confidently, "Have you ever seen an 'apprentice' who knocks on the door?"
"I just met someone from your Abraham family. He seemed very wary of me. Would you like to go see him?"
"From a spiritual perspective, he should be an 'astrologer,' but his condition isn't good; he's nearing the end of his life."
Verdu: "Where?"
Upon hearing Cyril mention members of the Abraham family, Verdu's attitude instantly turned serious.
In the Harvest Church, Father Utravsky, who was sitting silently praying before the emblem of life, suddenly opened his eyes, then rose from his seat, holding his hands loosely in front of him as if he were embracing a non-existent baby.
After bowing respectfully, he turned to look at Emlyn, who was cleaning the dust from the corner of the wall.
Noticing the probing gaze upon him, Emlyn shifted uncomfortably and looked up at Father Utravsky, asking:
"What's wrong? I didn't slack off."
Seeing that the other person was frowning slightly and not speaking, Emlyn shifted back and muttered softly:
"You wouldn't be trying to subtly plant a psychological suggestion in me so I'll stay here and keep working, would you?"
Under Emlin's increasingly tense gaze, Father Utravsky shook his head slightly and said:
"The Mother Goddess has already given us the answer to the question we asked last night."
"You can trust some of it, but you need to be vigilant."
"Huh?!" Emlyn was stunned for two seconds before he realized that Father Utravsky was referring to the oracle question that Sirion had asked last night.
Then, he was even more stunned.
Why did the Mother Goddess send a divine revelation to the vampires?