My different world is game mode

"Uncle Anrui, what's the matter?"

Lindsay and Anna came to the second floor of the manor and pushed the door open.

An Rui is sitting in his study.

At this moment, the lord was facing the door, leaning back on the chair, supporting his head with one hand, his eyes closed tightly, and the wind blowing in from the window behind his head could not relax his frown.

This lord seemed to be thinking about something that was very difficult for him.

Even Lindsay's questioning couldn't get him away from this kind of thinking.

This is very wrong.

An Rui usually has a straightforward character. If something happens, he prefers to go directly to the clearing by the forest and talk face to face. Instead of calling people to the study room on the second floor, or even sitting on a chair and struggling!

"dad?"

Anna stepped forward, reached out and knocked on the fir wood desk.

"We're here, what's the matter with you?"

"..."

Being called by her daughter, Anrui opened her eyes.

But he still didn't explain immediately.

He took his hand away from his chin and crossed his hands together in a gesture that even he found awkward.

In the end, An Rui’s tangled eyes fell on Lindsay:

"Lindsay, I heard that Finn asked you to help him find Red Moon the day before yesterday. Did he ask for Xingshang's source of cultivation method?"

Lindsay nodded:

"That's right. Is there anything wrong with this?"

An Rui shook his head first, then nodded:

"Of course there is no problem with this matter. But, what I mean is, do you really understand the cultivation method of Xingshang's essence?"

Lindsay had a bad feeling in her heart.

An Rui's unusually coquettish attitude, as well as his tactful way of saying things, all hinted at the extraordinary nature of the matter.

"Mammy explained to me the essence of business." Lindsay spoke directly, hoping to get the truth, "Uncle Anrui, if you have anything to say, just tell me. Why do you have to be so awkward?"

"..."

An Rui turned and looked out the window, then at the sparse bookshelves in the study.

Then he made up his mind and said to Lindsay:

"I already know about Finn."

"Birth, old age, sickness and death are all human beings, and I can understand that."

"But you have to know that for an awakened person who has lived for decades, even if the source of life he cultivates is not the source of life like us. But after such a long period of time, this power is closely related to his body. If a person who is about to die suddenly withdraws his essence..."

"!"

Hearing this, Lindsay felt her eyes darken instantly.

He had realized what An Rui wanted to say, but there was still a trace of luck in his heart.

"I...I'm sorry, Uncle Anrui, I have to go first, excuse me!"

The words just fell.

Lindsay couldn't care less about saying goodbye politely.

He turned around and ran out of the study, leaving Anrui's lord's manor in the blink of an eye.

At this time, Anna also looked at her father, and her tone was so nervous that she trembled:

"Father, what do you think happened to Grandpa Finn?"

Facing Anna, Anrui could explain better.

He breathed a sigh of relief and explained in a sad voice:

"Finn got the Xingshang's source of cultivation method the day before yesterday, so he tried it yesterday, and already at night..."

Elsewhere, Lindsay is running around town.

The villagers who were familiar with him in the past greeted him, but Lindsay didn't bother to respond and just kept busy on his way.

The scenery of the town flew backwards on both sides of the field of vision.

But he only had eyes on the south side of town, where Finn lived.

At the maximum human speed of up to 12 o'clock, Lindsay's figure was like a gust of wind passing over the ground.

But the past is fleeting.

Today he ran at a faster speed, but he felt particularly slow, as if the passage of time was being stretched.

I don’t know how long it took.

Lindsay rushed to Finn's cabin.

He held his knees with both hands, and although he still had more than half of his strength left, he was breathing heavily.

His eyes fell on the familiar wooden house in front of him.

Time seemed to freeze.

The door of the small wooden room was closed tightly. From the outside, everything looked the same as before. Even the leaves of the vines on the walls had not yet fallen off.

But here, it became more difficult for Lindsay to move.

It took him a full 5 minutes to walk from the fence of the yard to the door of the wooden house, then reached out and knocked on the door.

Bang bang bang——

"Teacher, are you at home?"

Lindsay asked cautiously.

Feeling anxious and uneasy, he waited for a few seconds, and then a deep female voice sounded in the room:

"Lindsay, come in."

——It’s a red moon.

Lindsay's godmother, a nun from the School of Death.

In the past, Lindsay would never have hated her godmother's voice.

But at this moment, when he heard Hongyue's response, his heart sank, and he would rather he didn't hear this voice.

Hongyue took the initiative to appear here. Means only one thing - death.

Lindsay raised her hand and pushed the door open tremblingly.

He saw Hong Yue sitting bent over on a chair in the front hall.

Finn, who should have been sitting there to take a nap in Japan, was now lying on the bed next to Hongyue.

"..."

Lindsay walked numbly to Hongyue and looked at Finn, who was lying on the bed with a calm face:

"Teacher Finn, he..."

Hongyue still said in that calm and steady voice:

"He's gone."

Lindsay stepped forward and took Finn's hand.

The botany teacher's rough hands had lost all warmth at this moment.

Lindsay lowered her head and buried her face in these cold hands.

He was flustered, at a loss, and thinking about many things at the same time.

Regarding his own teachings, Finn discovered Lindsay's joyful expression after learning the language quickly, her seriousness when facing life-related issues, and her cautious attitude in always paying attention to crops.

Every little bit of life, gathered together at this moment, formed the portrait of Finn in Lindsay's mind.

Then he couldn't help but think -

If I had not immediately handed over the cultivation method of the source of blood to Finn, would the old man have been able to live for a while longer?

Lindsay knew it was Finn's choice.

But at this moment he still inevitably started to blame himself.

In the past three years, Lindsay followed Hongyue and performed many people's burial ceremonies. He thought he could face death calmly.

But now, when the familiar teacher passes away.

But he found that he was terribly wrong.

Just when Lindsay was in a panic and was completely at a loss, even the affairs of Anville and her relatives began to emerge before her eyes.

A warm hand touched his back:

"Finn he told me a lot."

"Lindsay, he is very grateful for your presence and happy that you are willing to learn from him."

"Finn also specifically asked me to convey a message to you: death is his own choice, and you should not feel guilty or blame yourself for this."

"..."

Lindsay's body began to sob, but he made no sound.

Hongyue didn't say anything more.

The godmother only calmed Lindsay's grief calmly and gently.

After Lindsay wiped away her tears and stood up again, Hongyue spoke again:

"He said he had something for you. It's in the glass greenhouse in the back."

"Lindsay, go check it out."

[I have created a book club group and put it in the book introduction. Friends who are interested can add it. 】