Free Web NovelChapter 2811: Chapter 937: A Graceful Farewell (Part 3)
As the current leaders of the Blood Vulture Clan, these two must quickly understand the current situation in Cardman City to better bring this city that has returned under the management of Transylvania.
Old Su Head still maintained his resting posture, but a portion of his attention was diverted to the "farewell" happening not far away.
General Baldwin was speaking with his grandfather in the morning light of dawn, showing a gentleness he had never shown before this elder who had once committed grave mistakes, perhaps because Old Baldwin was about to "die again".
Undead won’t die again, but there are always various accidents that make it difficult for them to endure long periods as corpses, like now, with Old Baldwin’s undead body unnaturally disintegrating, resembling sunlit sand collapsing.
This is the result of being repeatedly invaded by different Divine Powers in a short time, causing conflict.
In the previous battle, in order to help Su draw out the Tooth of Filth, Old Baldwin endured the pressure of both the powers of Winter and the Master of Hunting. If he were not undead, he would’ve turned to dust long ago.
But even being undead only gave him a few more hours; once the sun rose, he couldn’t endure amidst the overly active solar Spiritual Energy.
"I will take your ashes back to the family cemetery and bury them beside Grandmother."
General Baldwin knelt beside his grandfather, placing the now half-broken Wolf Blood Holy Sword that Su had destroyed after the war in Old Baldwin’s eroding hands, saying:
"You washed away your own shame and sins. From now on, no one will mock or ridicule your heroic deeds, and whatever you abandoned, you have recovered. The family’s descendants will all be proud of you."
"But I do not focus on that long-ended legend, Yegor."
Old Baldwin’s body was rapidly losing vitality, even the eyes that always shimmered with light grew murky like a walking corpse, unable to see the world before him. He already heard the call of the path of the dead, so he seized the last moment to say to his grandson:
"I just want to know, at this time, have you forgiven me?
I don’t even need to ask to know that because of my mistakes, you had a rather miserable childhood. Surely many people attacked, mocked, and belittled you for it. As the descendant of a sinner, you couldn’t even refute them with confidence.
It was a terrible burden, yet it didn’t break your spine. You became the pride of the Baldwin family and restored our honor.
I’m very sorry for what I put you through. Perhaps fate allowed me to resurrect with a cursed body in this era to give me a chance to make it up to you.
Yegor, have you forgiven me?"
General Baldwin fell silent.
After a few seconds, he gripped his grandfather’s hand, now mostly eroded, and said:
"In fact... I never blamed you. As a soldier, I understand that accident wasn’t your fault, and you were already trying to redeem it. What truly made me angry was that you followed the Hero King and accomplished so many great deeds, yet became the nation’s sinner due to a twist of fate.
It’s unfair!
When we first met, I actually had many things I wanted to say to you, but I couldn’t. At that time, I valued my own reputation more than the joy of reunion with family. I was a hypocritical guy.
Sorry, Grandfather, you must’ve been very disappointed back then?"
"Disappointed? No, never! Only regretting that our reunion was too short and that I couldn’t return home to see my lovely three great-granddaughters, but it’s alright. My appearance now would certainly scare the children."
On Old Baldwin’s face, like dried wood, a difficult smile appeared, and he said:
"Take my story and ending back, tell it to the children, and let them never suffer what you did. I have finally fulfilled my duty and brought the Wolf Blood back into the hands of Baldwin’s son.
Ah, my destiny is finally complete.
Goodbye, Yegor.
I must embark on that long journey, death, and rest... it’s been waiting for me too long..."
At this moment, General Baldwin finally shed the facade of a soldier. He knelt there, holding his grandfather’s hand and crying intensely. This scene made Old Qin, who recorded this farewell, teary-eyed too, and the young aides beside him kept wiping their eyes.
Such genuine emotion always touches the heart.
General Baldwin placed the half-broken Wolf Blood Holy Sword properly before his grandfather, but saw the old undead using the last of its strength to gesture toward the comrades who spent this time with him, and General Baldwin understood.
The Wolf Blood was destroyed, and the Baldwin family’s shame was cleansed. This broken sword taken back can only serve as a memento, but players can reforge it and use it in future wars.
Old Baldwin knew the rules of dealing with players, and this was his "task reward" left for Lord Qin, his friend from another world.
The undead finally bid farewell to the material world and embarked on the serene path of the dead.
He reopened his eyes in the domain of the Netherworld, awakening in a pool of icy water, with the Netherworld Ferryman already distant behind him, and in front lay the road to the kingdom of the dead.
Two enormous Three-headed Dogs squatted on each side of this road, observing him solemnly with twelve eyes, pondering whether to bite off this soul’s left leg and make him crawl miserably toward the unreachable other shore.
But before the Three-headed Dogs could decide, amidst a long howl of a wolf, a giant white wolf’s light shadow stepped in. It exchanged a gaze with Old Baldwin, who had risen from the Netherworld’s coast. Without any verbal exchange, Old Baldwin understood a glorious future was opening before him.
Su was going to rebuild the Divine Kingdom.
Faithful Gods like the Master of Hunting always needed some immortals to act as guards of the Divine Kingdom and vanguards on the Subspace Battlefield.
Old Baldwin was the first...
"Of course, I am willing to enter your kingdom. This is the highest honor!"
He shouted:
"I salute you, God of the North Wind!"
