West Borough, Carpentas Inn.
Fors supported Lawrence into his room and laid him on the bed.
It was a relatively luxurious inn. Besides the washroom, every area was covered with thick, soft grayish-yellow carpet, and the walls were lined with replicas of famous oil paintings.
Lawrence gasped and said: "Thank you, Miss Wall. Please forgive a dying man for not being able to bow."
"No, Mr. Lawrence, your condition has already stabilized. As a former licensed physician, I can tell you without a doubt that you can still live. Once you rest for a while, we'll go to a clinic or hospital," Fors comforted him.
Lawrence smiled and said: "I am very aware of my own physical condition, you don't need to comfort me. Furthermore, as an amateur astrologer, I have already foreseen that I will die in
Besides the flattering embellishment, everything he said was true. He was nearing eighty and was no longer the robust and energetic young man he once was. If not for the enhancement in his physical fitness brought by the Sequence potion, he would probably have been buried in a cemetery long ago.
Lawrence originally thought he could live for another ten years, but who would have expected it? He encountered the rebellion instigated by the former 'Traveler' Butis and was severely injured by the
This dealt a huge blow to him, making it almost impossible for him to recover. His trip to Backlund to find his two brothers and their descendants only yielded the result that they had passed away long ago, dealing another blow to his spirit.
With everything combined, Lawrence clearly felt that his life had come to an end.
His initial plan was to lay a bouquet at the graves of Lauber and Annisa, then immediately return to meet with the other members of the family's Elder Council to settle his affairs, but the condition of an elderly person can truly deteriorate rapidly.
Before Fors could speak, Lawrence laboriously took a palm-sized notebook from an inside pocket of his half-open clothes.
The hard cardboard cover of the notebook was copper-green, giving it a very ancient feel.
On its surface was a passage written in Ancient Feysac: "I came, I saw, I recorded."
Lawrence placed the notebook on the blanket covering his chest, took a breath, and said: "Miss Wall, if I die here, can you help me deliver it to Pritz Harbor?"
"Mr. Lawrence, you'll be fine," Fors emphasized.
At the same time, she instinctively glanced at the notebook. She found it wasn't thick. Inside, there were three types of paper. One type was a dried-out, brittle-looking scorched yellow, very rare in quantity. One type was like yellowish-brown parchment, moderate in quantity. One type was just ordinary white paper, the largest in quantity.
Lawrence smiled with difficulty and said: "I'm saying 'if,' Miss Wall. Will you help me?"
"Pritz Harbor isn't far, it can't even be called a journey. If time is of the essence, with a steam train available, I can even make a round trip in half a day," Fors nodded.
Lawrence breathed a sigh of relief, his spirit seeming to recover a little: "After I die, you wait ten minutes, then take a glowing item from my corpse and deliver it along with this notebook to Dorian
"No, you don't need to give me anything. No, nothing will happen to you, Mr. Lawrence," Fors said sincerely.
Lawrence seemed not to hear what she was saying, muttering to himself: "Perhaps Dorian will give you some other rewards, but that depends on your own thoughts... I trust you. I can tell you are a good girl from the matter with Annisa..."
He suddenly came to his senses and said to Fors: "Miss Wall, could you go downstairs and bring me a flask of hot water? The waiters never seem to come around."
"No problem." Fors didn't think much of it, took the thermos, and walked out of the room.
After a few steps, she suddenly felt something was wrong. The flask in her hand was quite heavy, clearly still containing a significant amount of water.
Fors was about to turn back and ask about it when she abruptly sensed a strong spiritual fluctuation from the room.
This is... Fors stood frozen for a moment, then immediately understood Mr. Lawrence's intention: As death approached, he clearly felt his physical condition beginning to deteriorate. He feared losing control and transforming into a monster.
He wanted to die as a human, not as a monster, so he chose to end his own life.
This was the final dignity of a Beyonder.
Of course, if he turned into a monster, all his arrangements would be for nothing.
Thinking of this, Fors felt a pang of sorrow. She stood outside for nearly ten minutes before pushing the door open.
She saw Lawrence lying silently on the bed, seeming to have aged greatly. Beside him lay an eye-sized 'diamond.' Sunlight streamed in through the window, refracting continuously on the 'diamond,' creating a scene as beautiful as starlight.
Haa... Fors exhaled and carefully checked. She found that Lawrence's cause of death was the most ordinary of cardiac arrests.
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Cherwood Borough, 15 Minsk Street.
Klein, having returned home, rested for a while before heading to the Gray Fog to divine
He made the paper crane fly out from the pile of clutter in the corner, land on the bronze long table in front of him, and then took off the citrine pendant hanging from his sleeve.
While holding the pendulum in his left hand, Klein adjusted his state through meditation, recalling the scenes he had witnessed in the woods outside the cemetery.
He might not have noticed some details, but his spirituality definitely wouldn't have missed them. This divination primarily relied on this, utilizing the Gray Fog to eliminate interference.
After finishing his preparations, Klein manifested a new piece of parchment and wrote down the 'divination statement':