Chapter 328

"Go in. I'm sure Simon would like to meet my old friend." The tall Sean directly lifted the curtain out of the carriage. Although he didn't wear armor, his upright posture and the feeling of killing when he walked could make people see at a glance that he was a general who had been galloping in the battlefield for many years.

The door of the manor was tightly closed, and Sean was accompanied only by Quine. At this time, I'm afraid everyone thought that his royal highness was still commanding the battle on the southwest border thousands of miles away. No one knew when he would return to lodu.

The door was knocked open. An old servant opened the door. He looked at the two people outside the door with some vigilance. Although he didn't know Sean, he could see that he was not an ordinary man. He asked, "who are you looking for?"

"Is this general Simon's estate? Old man, you said Sean came to visit Sean raised his hand and stopped Quine, who wanted to speak. He stepped forward and said with a rather Frank smile.

"OK, just a moment, please. I'll report to the master right now." The servant nodded, closed the door, turned and walked in. He felt that Sean's name seemed a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it for a while. But the other party reported his name directly, which might be his friend in the army. He couldn't be lazy.

"Sir, there's a guest calling himself Sean outside looking for you. Do you see?" The old servant turned around several yards and came to the backyard. He looked at a bearded man who was waving a hoe in the garden.

"Sean?" Simon's hoe stopped, his sweat streaming down his bronze chest, and his face was a little surprised.

"Isn't he your friend?" Asked the old servant, seeing Simon's look.

"I dare not make friends with him, Crandon. You ask everyone to go to the backyard. No one is allowed to come to the front yard without my permission." Simon strode out of the garden, put his hoe on the side of the tree, took the towel hanging on the side of the tree, wiped a sweat, patted the soil on his trousers and shoes, and went straight out.

"Yes, but master, do you need tea?" The old servant answered and asked again.

"People don't like our own tea." Simon said with a smile, but there was some irony in his words.

The door creaked open, and Sean, who was looking at a flying Griffin carved on the door, said with a smile, "Simon, I didn't expect that you still have this kind of craft. This wood carving is really good."

"Your Highness is flattered. He's just a useless veteran who goes home to do nothing and carves things casually." Simon looked at Sean and said quietly.

"Simon, it seems you still hate me." Sean turned to Simon and said, looking into his eyes.

"No, Simon is just an ordinary man. How dare he hate his royal highness." Simon also looked into Sean's eyes, still calm.

"No, I don't hate it. I know that those of you who left the army at the same time hated me. I hated why I didn't save Alex and avenge him." Sean shook his head, looked a little guilty and sighed: "I can't forgive myself for this. If I could get the news earlier and be more alert to the danger, he would not be trapped and die of exhaustion."

"The general always said that people will die." Simon's expression did not change because of Sean's words. He had heard the same words more than once.

"Yes, people will die, and so will you and me." Sean nodded with emotion, looked at Simon and said with a smile, "why don't you guys, Simon is not going to let me in?"

"Your Highness the prince wants to sit down. Naturally, the villains dare not refuse." Simon opened the door completely and sidled aside.

"Although I don't want you veterans to leave like this, I have to say that your original choice is not bad. Only when you leave the border, can you have such a leisurely life. Even I envy you." Sean looked at the plants in the yard and said with a smile.

"Maybe." Simon looked at the plants and clenched his fist.

"It seems that we are the only ones here. The purpose of my coming here is very simple. I want to ask you something." Sean looked around, turned to Simon and said.

"Your Highness, if you have any questions, please tell me. If you know, you will know everything." Simon's eyes did not dodge.

"Where were you the night that it happened?" Sean looked into Simon's eyes and asked seriously.

Quinn has stood behind Simon, hiding in his wide sleeve, with a little cold light flashing on his hand. His eyes are slightly narrowed, staring at Simon's back heart.

"Go home and sweep my mother's grave. That's her death day." Simon replied calmly, with a look of anger in his eyes.

Sean's dark brown eyes were staring into Simon's, as if trying to see something different from inside.

"If I were by the side of the general at that time, I could at least block one or two hidden arrows for him. Those shameless guys, they all deserve to die!" Simon clenched his fist, and his face was in pain. He almost growled, his hands shaking slightly, as if trying to control his emotions.

"Yes, those people should die, and they are all dead." Sean nodded, took his eyes away from Simon, walked towards a hidden room next to him, gently pushed the door open, and there were some finished and semi-finished wood carvings everywhere, with a pile of untouched wood on one side.

Most of the sculptures are made by people, such as knights, magicians, orcs, demons, elves and so on. They are fighting and attacking each other. The sculptures are vivid.

Sean's eyes swept over the wood carvings and went all the way to the inside. He reached for the biggest Griffin carving on the shelf and said with a smile, "Simon, if your Highness the third prince knows you have such skills, he will like you very much.

"The third prince is the one who is addicted to wood carving, and the villain is just playing around." Simon shook his head.

"Interesting, interesting." Sean laughed and turned to the door. He said, "Simon, I thought you were an interesting person before. Now you are more interesting than I thought. But you have to listen to the saying: Tibetans are different from hiding things. If you can't hide well, you will die if you are found."

"I don't understand what your highness said." Simon's eyes flashed a different color, but the expression on his face remained unchanged.

"It seems that I can't even drink a mouthful of tea today. So, goodbye." Sean did not explain, out of the house, straight toward the door, walked to the door when stopped for a while, looking at the door of the Griffin, said with a smile: "here seems to be less than a person."

"To your Highness the prince." Simon stood at the door and did not say much. He politely watched the black carriage go away. Then he turned to enter the door. The door closed slowly, clenched his fist and whispered to himself: "people will die, but the general also said, but we must not die in the dark..."

"Your Highness, shall we go back like this?" Quinn asked, puzzled, as he drove the carriage.

"Simon's performance has already explained everything. Three years ago, he was not a patient person. It showed that he wanted to hide something. There are all kinds of sculptures in the room, but there is no Alex. If he dies, there will only be him in the room. " Sean said, "next, just stare at him. He's the shortcut to find Alex."