048, silence before birth

Yin couldn't help asking softly, "Then how did you find me?"

"Sermanshan sent me good news from the Emerald Forest. Do you remember the old lady you met in the Emerald Forest? She and I have been enemies for many years," Camere said, with a childish smile on his face. "We decided to do everything to keep Margaret's only child, that is, you, to repay her kindness in those years."

Hemmering also said, "Did you see Mrs. Samantham's phantom crystal ball when you were in the Emerald Forest? It is one of the few test crystals in the whole continent that can measure birth and death attributes and mental strength. Mrs. Samantha said in the letter that she hopes that the teacher can keep this secret for you. Of course, we respect your choice. If you just want to be an ordinary person, we will treat today's meeting as if it has not happened, and I won't ask you for help again.

I have been kept in the dark for more than ten years. It was not my biological parents who raised me, so...

So in order to save Princess Helen, it doesn't matter if you let yourself be a scapegoat? Is it the royal family's instruction, coercion, or voluntariness?

Yin's right hand still grabbed the black currant's arm and unconsciously twitched.

"On the contrary, if you decide to accept the past your mother left you, in the next few days of your stay here, I will tell you everything I know about her, including her early experience, the method of using magic, and," Haimerlin paused for a moment, "Your background."

Hearing the word of life, Yin's body trembled uncontrollably.

Blackcurrant said coldly, "Margaret is dead. You have no evidence to prove that Yin is her offspring, and you can't guarantee that what you are going to say next is the truth."

Hemerlin smiled and did not respond, but Cameron solemnly took out something from his arms and put it in the palm of Yin's hand: "This is the last time I saw Margaret, the memory she left me. Now I give it to you. No matter what decision you make in the end, this is the only relic of your mother. I hope You can treat it kindly."

The broad and rough hand moved away, and Yin saw a golden beetle lying in the palm of her hand, with a long gold chain connected to the hard occipit: " pocket watch?"

"Yes, she never leaves this pocket watch," Cameron groped the edge of the teacup with his fingers. "I think the reason why she left such a beloved thing to me is probably that she has a premonition that she is not far from death."

Yin silently stared at the golden shell beetle in the palm of his hand. The gilded surface had faded its original luster because of years of friction. His thumb gently scratched at the edge, and the wings of the beetle were lifted. The pointer on the dial showed a quarter past six, and the second hand was motionless. I don't know when it stopped.

The tea table was quiet for at least ten minutes. The host finished the last cup of tea and sighed, "That's all for today. I have told Miceru to prepare a room for you to rest and have a good sleep. Kid, don't be in a hurry to make a decision." With that, he patted Yin's shoulder with a warm big hand and left the table first.

Yin also stood up with a dull expression: "Let's go, Xiaohei." Black Gallen was silent and was pulled out of the study by her wrist.

"What a pity..." The prince in the wheelchair sighed and slowly moved to the balcony of the study.

Nightmare prepared three rooms for them on the third floor of the castle. Su Ti was still in a coma. Although Yin was a little worried, she was still worried about her own affairs and was not in the mood to accompany her slowly. She went to the next door to check to make sure that her injury was getting better, so she staggered back to her room.

Unexpectedly, when I opened the door, the black gallon was bending his knees and lying on **. For a moment, he thought that he had gone to the wrong room and was about to exit. The person of ** said, "Yin, come here."

Since we met, it seems to be the first time I've heard him speak in this tone. Yin was depressed and lazily walked to the bedside and sat down: "If you are hungry, go to Mr. Micelu for food. I'm not in the mood to care about you now."

Who wanted Black Gallen to turn over and sit up and hugged her from behind without saying a word. Yin was shocked by his sudden intimacy. Her face turned red in an instant, so she wanted to throw him away and listened to him say, "Don't move." In just two words, he couldn't put his beak in a beak. Yin didn't know what the hell he was thinking again, so she had to be held by him honestly.

Time passed minute by minute, and Blackcurrant did nothing, but hugged her so quietly. Yin did not take the initiative to talk and sat by the bed in a daze.

The room was so quiet that the needle could be heard. Yin was held tightly by him, and she could almost feel the tremor, stability, regularity and vitality brought by the powerful heartbeat. It seemed that she would never know how to be tired. Under this invisible guidance, she finally felt that her tense mood gradually eased, and the conversation just now brought The chaotic thoughts gradually became clear, and the feeling of fear also settled down. The mood was as calm as a lake, with only the heartbeat behind him slightly scaly ripples.

"Thank you, Xiaohei," Yin understood and rubbed his head gently with a smile. "I feel much better."

She shook like this, and the little turkey, who was squatting on her hat and sleeping, suddenly couldn't catch it. She slid down and fell to the floor. Then, regardless of herself, she fell dizzy and bumped into them with her wings. She screamed meaninglessly in her mouth, and the little night squatted in the pocket of the blackjia lun coat. He poked out his head, jumped out, pressed the little turkey to the ground, and took the opportunity to revenge. The two twisted together, and the feathers flew around on the floor, which was unbearable.

The corners of Yin's mouth twitched out of control. It took her a long time to say, "Xiao Huang, take it easy. Don't rub Xiao Hong to death. This is the only one in the whole continent."

The warm atmosphere was completely destroyed. Blackcurrant seemed to be very unhappy. His arms still hugged her and said, "I'm hungry."

"It shouldn't be dinner time yet. I'll ask Mr. Miseru if he has any snacks or something." After recovering his mood, Yin was another excellent breeder, broke his arm and ran out of the door.

Blackcurrant listened to the sound of her asking for food from the nightmare in the corridor, hummed, bent down to hook her finger, and let go of the little turkey as if sensing, climbed up his shoulder along his arm, and proudly wagged the defeated little turkey.

In order to avoid the embarrassment of having nothing to say when we meet, the dinner was prepared by the nightmare and sent to the person's room separately. Yin was worried that the blackcurrant would not have enough to eat, so she hid a few pieces of bread in her basket. When Misailu came to collect the table, she kept it to the door to knock on the door.

There was no reply after knocking. Yin felt strange, so she twisted the doorknob and the door was open.

"Little Black?" The room was dark, neatly covered with quilts, and no one was there.

Yin thought that it should not have gone to the kitchen to steal food. Although Cameron asked them to treat this place as their own home, it could not be so casual to this extent. It was too shameful, so she quickly picked up her skirt and went downstairs to look for it.

On the six or seven floors of the huge castle, Yin ran out of breath but still couldn't find anyone. The demons she met along the way couldn't speak. Miceru didn't know where he went, and he couldn't find anyone to find out.

He searched all the places he could enter, and finally gave up in discouragement. Yin angrily decided to teach him a lesson tomorrow and went back to the guest room along the corridor.

When passing by the study drinking tea during the day, a trace of light came out under the cracks of the door. Is it here? Yin was about to push the door and enter. There was a slight creak at the end of the corridor. She quickly hid behind the monster statue decorating the corridor.

Heimlin turned his wheelchair and came slowly from the end of the corridor. He didn't look at the statue at the door, but pushed straight open the door of the study. The light became obvious. It turned out that it was not a light, but the light emitted by the amethyst used as a table and chair during the day. Yin said that he was too careful. The guy could not be in the study, so When I was about to turn around and leave, I suddenly heard a voice from the study.

"What a hard-working prince." Who is it if it's not Blackcurrant? Yin was shocked. Is he really hiding in the study?

"I'm flattered. I just can't sleep if I have something on my heart," Haimerlin didn't show any surprise at all. He said faintly in the creak of the wheelchair, "If you don't figure it out in person, you will always make meaningless guesses."

In the study, the amethyst tables and chairs emitted a faint light, from the bottom to the ground, which made the expressions of both of them particularly horrible.

Blackcurrant leaned against the bookshelf and casually copied his arms on his chest, looking loose and unruly. He snorted with a sneer and asked in a low voice, "Ason Cameron used to be a necromancer who scared everyone. You are his student. Even if you lose your legs, who dares to question your status as the first heir to the throne?"

"It's not as optimistic as you think. It doesn't matter if there are many people who want my life. As you said, the teacher will spare no effort to help me, and as the first prince, I should have been the next king of the empire."

Heimlin lit the light on the crystal table, and the room suddenly lit up a lot. Blackcurrant stared at the orange light for a long time before asking, "But?"

"But," Haimerlin smiled slightly and turned his back to the opposite shelf. "Some changes happened that I didn't even expect. My dear father seemed to be ready to pass the throne to that person - I think you know who I'm talking about."

Blackcurrant sneered undisguisedly: "So you want to do it first?"

Heimring slowly took a book from the bookshelf and put it on his lap, and turned to another bookshelf: "I'm not as ruthless as you think, but I think you understand that if the future of the empire is in the hands of that person, in the next few decades, we will have friction with the Principality of Sailai Road, and the haze of war will cover the whole film for a long time. In the mainland, the people can't make a living."

"Why are you so sure?"

"Why?"

The young prince bent his elbow to support one side of his chin and said thoughtfully, "Maybe it's because I know too much. Camus, don't forget who smeared your undefeated record. No one can beat him except Margaret.

Blackcurrant's face was sullen: "Don't call me that."

Hemmering laughed a few times and turned the wheelchair to face him face: "Yes, I almost forgot that Camus was dead. The proud killer of the Parthian Legion died many years ago. What's your name now?

Blackcurrant did not answer his question, but said, "Your purpose is not just for the throne."

There was a brief silence in the study. Yin squatted outside the door and held his breath, for fear of missing any conversation.

"You're right. The throne is not my ultimate ambition." At the end of the silence, Heimlin finally nodded and admitted.

Blackcurrant looked at him blankly: "What do you want to achieve with Yin?"