The young man shuddered but still said nothing.
"Also, he hopes that if he dies, he can be buried in the flourishing flowerbed. The family title is to be inherited by you, and what you do in the future is up to you to decide."
The knights slowly drifted away in the last afterglow of the sunset.
The night deepened, and a cold wind blew through.
The young man, who had stood like a wooden stake for a long time, finally moved.
He opened the package, glanced at the broken sword inside and the bloodstained armor, found a deformed family emblem within, and placed it in the pocket over his chest.
That old guy, never letting anyone rest easy, even in death still causing trouble for others...
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Into the night, in front of the third family's house of the deceased.
The one who met the bad news was an elderly man, which was just the opposite of the second family.
He was the father of the deceased.
