Chapter 490: Chapter 220: The Ancient City Battle (End)_3

‘Go find someone else, don’t waste any more time on me!’

However, the old man still did not leave. His hair was white and wan, his figure hunched, yet he still followed by his side.

The young man did not want his service, but he could not accept it.

Because he knew very well his own condition, his fear stemmed from the psychological shadows of childhood, which he could not step out of even with the help of the Miracle Entity.

Following him like this would only delay the old man’s talents.

No one was more aware of the other’s ability, a power that, throughout the entire Miracle Mainland, people coveted.

But in the end, they still formed a Miracle Contract.

This was not because Count Thorn regretted or was greedy, but because Lixue Shanxianzhai, his life was a flickering candle in the wind.

He was dying.

Yet even so, the old man still knelt before Count Thorn, silent, but his resolve made it impossible for the Earl to hold out any longer.

‘I do not seek to serve you as king.’

His wish fulfilled, the old man became Count Thorn’s Child of Miracle, and also the first person to follow him: ‘What I have been chasing till now is just a phrase that’s been stuck in my heart, something I wanted to tell you.’

In the blink of an eye, the child who was only twelve or thirteen years old had now grown up.

But his psychological shadow still had not faded, still tormented by that pain, like a helpless child longing for help, for salvation.

So from that moment, he knew what he had to do.

‘Do not be afraid anymore, my lord.’

To become his Child of Miracle and serve by his side, the old man said gently, ‘I will protect you.’

The silent corridor wove through the garden and courtyard, where colorful flowers glinted under the silver full moon.

It was a pity nobody was watching.

Because the master of this beautiful garden had already confined himself in his home for decades.

The huge doors were tightly closed, akin to imprisonment, severing the master’s interactions with the outside world.

Darkness, and vast emptiness, like a grandiose hall, a young man was crouching in a corner, holding his knees, head buried within, as if weeping.

‘Your Majesty, Your Majesty?’

Suddenly, Count Thorn heard someone calling him, the voice so familiar.

‘Li Xue?’

In a daze, Count Thorn lifted his head and saw Lixue Shanxianzhai.

‘It’s me, Your Majesty.’

The old man showed a kind smile, for eighty years, he had always been accommodating Count Thorn.

‘Why have you come?’

Count Thorn was very puzzled, he did not understand why Lixue Shanxianzhai would suddenly appear here, and the next moment, Count Thorn burst into tears, ‘I’m sorry, Li Xue, I’ve tried my best, I really have.’

For twenty years, Count Thorn had been working hard to change himself.

But he couldn’t, he just couldn’t.

The shadows of his youth, like a nightmare tormenting him, kept him from even daring to step out the door.

‘I know, Your Majesty, I know you’re not hiding here, I know everything.’

For some reason, hearing the old man’s voice, Count Thorn cried like a child, as if here, he couldn’t conceal anything.

But he didn’t want to conceal it, because it was not necessary, he didn’t want to pretend to be a king in front of the old man.

‘Come on, you’re a grown man, wipe it away.’

A large hand came down, the old man pressing Count Thorn’s head, this sort of irreverent behavior did not anger him but felt so dear, so nostalgic.

‘Sorry, my apologies, excuse me.’

Count Thorn wiped his face with his sleeve, but smeared a face full of tears. Seeing him like this, the old man showed a relieved look.

‘Your Majesty.’

The old man said, ‘I have found a medicine that can cure your chronic condition.’

‘What kind of medicine can do that, you’ve tried so many times, I just can’t.’

‘This medicine…’

General Winter said, ‘Perhaps, it’s still the same as before, but would you be willing to give it a try?’

‘Of course!’

Count Thorn did not hesitate. He trusted the old man, ‘Where is the medicine? I’ll try it right now!’

However, the old man just smiled slightly, the worry in his eyes gradually dissipated, replaced by peace and anticipation.

‘Li Xue?’

Count Thorn watched as the old man turned to leave, and for some reason, a sense of panic and unease suddenly rose in his heart: ‘Li Xue? Where are you going, Li Xue?’

‘Li Xue?’

‘Come back, Li Xue!’

‘Li Xue! Li Xue!!!’

Count Thorn kept calling out, but the old man’s figure receded further and further until he could no longer be seen.

‘Dong~~ Dong~~ Dong~~~’

The bell of the Ancient City tolled, resounding through dawn. Bailuo stood on the square in front of the church, stepping forward, overlooking the whole Ancient City.

‘It’s over.’

Bailuo: ‘The Battle of the Ancient City…’