Chapter 413 Life and Death (Ⅱ)

"Joan, you are in Port Layton, have you heard of a very famous family named Custis..." Old Man Tell asked weakly.

"Not only have I heard of it, I'm also very familiar with the daughters of the Custis family." Joan had a vague premonition of what grandpa was going to say next.

"Is Lord Dantridge Custis still alive?" Old Man Tell asked his grandson.

"I don't know about this... Lord Custis left the port of Leiden more than ten years ago. I heard that he went to Midgard, but there has been no news since then." Joan replied truthfully.

"This is a bit troublesome..."

A faint look of disappointment flashed in Old Man Tire's eyes.

"Sir Custis, he is my old friend. This man also has strange blood, but he is not the same as you. His blood is not inherited. Obtained from the evil god, and his bloodline strength is much stronger than yours..."

"I've heard about these things from Sir Custis's daughter, but what does it have to do with me?" Joan asked in wonder.

"You should remember that fourteen years ago, your parents and I were hired to investigate the true face of the 'Holy Mother', and later witnessed the evil sacrifices performed by followers of the evil god in a certain place in Midgard."

"Your mother was already pregnant at the time, and the fetus in her womb was contaminated by the power of the evil god, so that you were born with a strange bloodline from the evil god, and you grew one more eye than normal children..."

Listening to his grandfather's narration, Qiao An couldn't help touching the back of his neck. The eyeball seemed to be burning slightly, which made him shiver.

"Joan, there's something I've been keeping from you..."

"The person who hired our family to investigate the evil god 'Holy Mother' was Sir Custis. If you can find him, you may be able to learn more truths from him. If Sir Custis is no longer alive... then Let this past pass with the wind, live your life well, don't think so much."

Joan nodded heavily.

Perhaps it is because there is some kind of mysterious feeling across space between the strange bloodlines from the same root. Although there is no definite basis, Joan secretly feels that Sir Custis is still alive, and has a premonition that he will have a chance to meet with him sooner or later. He meets.

What really made him anxious was not how to find Sir Custis's whereabouts, but whether he had enough courage to ask him about the mystery of his blood after he found him.

If that step is taken, Joan will learn all the truth about his strange blood, but the price is likely to be the loss of the current peaceful and comfortable life.

Many times, too much curiosity will push a person to the road of self-destruction, but ignorance is the source of happiness.

Knowing that the closer to the truth, the more dangerous it is, why continue to investigate? Is it really worth giving up the comforts of life to satisfy curiosity?

Joan is still unable to draw a conclusion.

"It's all said and done, child, now I can finally go to another world without worries..."

The old man Tire spread out his withered palms, and his eyes towards his grandson became extremely hot, full of begging.

"Kelanduil is a good doctor, but he is also a nasty bastard..."

"He prescribed so many medicines for me, but only one dose can completely eliminate my pain, but he just refused to give me that medicine directly, and instead gave it to you for safekeeping, as if I really needed a little boy for myself like a guardian..."

"Okay, my good boy, give me that medicine, it's my... last request."

Joan wanted to refuse, but the old man's begging eyes prevented him from shaking his head.

He knew very well that his grandfather's condition was irreversible. Every breath and every heartbeat would bring great pain to the poor old man. Every minute he lived, he had to endure another minute of torture.

Refusing to give this self-respecting man the right to end his own life is tantamount to depriving him of the last ounce of human dignity.

Qiao An endured the pain like a knife in his heart, took out the small medicine bottle with tears, unscrewed the cork with trembling fingers, and gently placed the medicine bottle in the old man's palm, fulfilling his last wish.

Old man Tire held the medicine bottle and handed it to his lips with difficulty.

This was the first and last time Joann took his own medicine since he left home for school.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Qiao An found that after taking the medicine, my grandfather's complexion became much better, his face became rosy, and his eyes were bright and bright, as if the remaining vitality in his body was stimulated by the medicine, and he was full of vitality for the last time.

"Son, I am very happy to have you by my side at the last moment of my life. Now I can go to see your father and mother contentedly... One day in the future you will be old too, so old that you will leave this world. I hope you can be like me In this way, until the last moment of life, there are still relatives by my side."

Old man Thiel threw away the empty medicine bottle, firmly held his grandson's hand, and gave him his last advice at the last moment of his life.

"Remember, my dear boy, no matter how hard and painful it may be for you—never give up your human emotions, and don't allow yourself to become a monster!"

Tears welled up in his eyes, Joan held the old man's hand, choked up and made a promise.

"Grandpa, I will keep your advice in mind. Even in the endless night, I will never give up my yearning for the light. I will never forget who I am and where I come from."

The old man Tire showed a relieved smile, closed his eyes, held his grandson's hand, and calmly stopped breathing and heartbeat.

...

Old man Tell had prepared a tomb and coffin for himself before he was alive.

In the early morning of the second day after his death, all the town councilors, including the mayor of Tyndale and the old dwarf Flint, came to the funeral and laid a wreath for the old hero of Derlin Town to express their deep condolences.

After the funeral, Joan saw off the guests and stood alone in front of the grandfather's tombstone, meditating for a long time.

Conti worried that he was overly sad, so she came over and tried to chat with him and help him relieve his worries.

"Joan, what are you thinking?"

"Thinking about silly things."

"Can you tell me about it? Maybe I find it interesting instead." Conti forced a smile.

Joan looked back at her, and the girl's innocent and sweet smile made him suddenly have the urge to talk.

"Conti, I have been in the army during this time, participated in many battles, and witnessed the withering of countless lives, including the enemy and my own people, old officers and young soldiers. These experiences made me Confusion arises about why people live and why they die."

"This sounds very philosophical. Have you found the answer to your question?" Candy asked with great interest.

Joan shook his head lightly.

"This issue is too grand and complicated. I haven't sorted out my thoughts yet, but the death of my grandfather made me suddenly realize a fact about life."

"Candy, do you know? 'Life' and 'death' are not actually two opposites with clear boundaries, but a whole without distinction."

"Everyone has two factors of 'life' and 'death' at the same time when they are just born. When people are young, they have far more life factors than death factors, and as they get older, the death factors in the body are also increasing day by day. , the life factor is decreasing day by day.”

"When the death factor in a person's body exceeds the life factor, we say he is old..."

"From this point of view, in fact, we don't die until the moment our heart stops beating, but we die every minute and every second."