Cough cough cough!

His legs became weak from coughing, and he fell to the ground, as if he would suffocate and die at any moment.

As a doctor who graduated from a formal college, Fors turned around without hesitation, squatted down, and started first aid.

After a lot of busy work, Lawrence's condition finally stabilized. He wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, smiled and said to Fors: "Ma'am, can you take me back to the hotel?"

"No problem." Forsi helped the other party get up.

Lawrence looked ahead, his eyes were a little out of focus, he coughed lightly, and laughed half sadly and half self-deprecatingly: "My life may have come to an end..."

Lord of the Mysteries, The Clown Chapter 191 Entrust West District, Carpensa Hotel.

Fors helped Lawrence into his room, and made him lie on the bed.

This is a relatively luxurious hotel. Except for the bathroom, every place is covered with thick and soft gray-yellow carpets, and imitations of well-known oil paintings are hung on the walls.

Lawrence took a breath and said, "Thank you, Miss Wall, please forgive a dying person for not being able to salute."

"No, Mr. Lawrence, your problem has been alleviated. As a former practicing physician, I can tell you without a doubt that you can still live. After you rest for a while, we will go to the clinic or hospital." Buddha Ersi comforted the other party.

Lawrence smiled and said, "I know my physical condition very well. You don't need to comfort me. Besides, I am an amateur astrologer. I already have a premonition that I will die in Backlund, in this hotel."

Except for superficial embellishments, all he said was the truth. He himself was nearly eighty years old, and he was no longer the vigorous and energetic young man he was back then. If it hadn't been for the improvement in physical fitness brought about by the sequence potion, he might have been buried in the which cemetery.

Originally, Lawrence thought he could live for another ten years, but he encountered the rebellion set off by the former "traveler" Botis, and was seriously injured by the Aurora Order, and all his remaining descendants died in that battle. In disaster.

This dealt him a great blow, and he almost failed to recover from it. However, the action of searching for the two brothers and their descendants in Backlund only reaped the result that the other party had already passed away, which once again caused a certain degree to his spirit. trauma.

All kinds of things added together, Lawrence clearly felt that his life had come to an end.

His original plan was to lay a bouquet of flowers in front of the graves of Roberto and An Lisa, and then return immediately to meet with other members of the family elders to explain the funeral, but the condition of the elderly people really means that it will not work soon .

Before Fors could speak, Lawrence took out a palm-sized notebook with difficulty from the half-open inside pocket of his clothes.

The cardboard cover of the notebook was a patina, giving it a very old-fashioned look.

There is a passage written on its surface in the ancient Fuysac language: "I came, I saw, and I recorded."

Lawrence put the notebook on the quilt on his chest, took a breath and said, "Ms. Wall, if I die here, can you help me send it to Pritz Harbor?"

"Mr. Lawrence, you will be fine." Fors emphasized.

At the same time, she subconsciously glanced at the notebook, and found that it was not thick, and there were three kinds of paper in it, one was burnt yellow like toasted and crispy, and the quantity was very rare, and the other was like yellow-brown parchment paper, the quantity Medium, one is ordinary white paper, the largest number.

Lawrence laughed hard and said, "I mean if, Ms. Wall, would you help?"

"Pritz Harbor is not far away, and it's not even a trip. If I need to hurry, I can even go back and forth in half a day with the steam train." Fors nodded.

Lawrence breathed a sigh of relief, and his spirit seemed to recover a little: "After I die, you wait for ten minutes, take a luminous item from my body, and send it and this note to the Pritz Harbor Fisherman's Association. In the hands of Ryan Gray, my wallet and the 42 pounds in cash are my reward and gratitude to you, and my clothes will be turned into ashes with me."

"No, you don't need to give me anything, no, you won't have any problems, Mr. Lawrence." Fors said sincerely.

Lawrence didn't seem to hear what she was saying, and whispered to himself: "Maybe Dorian will give you other rewards, but it depends on your own thoughts... I believe you, from the matter of An Lisa I can see that you are a good girl..."

He suddenly woke up, and said to Forsi: "Ms. Wall, can you go to the first floor and bring me a bottle of boiled water? The waiter will come over at some time."

"No problem." Forsi didn't think too much, took the water bottle and walked out of the room. JrNovels.com