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Chapter 173 Hometown (Part Two)

"Brother." Borg stared intently at Lynn, his voice trembling, gripping Lynn's hands tightly and refusing to let go. He seemed worried that if he wasn't careful, the man in front of him would disappear.

"It's me. Okay, stop crying. You're all grown up now, why are you still acting like a child? Where are your mom and dad?" Lynn smiled and patted Borg's head.

The little boy who used to follow me around is now a grown man. Who would have thought that the little boy who used to follow me around would now be a bald man?

"Mom, Mom, she's gone." Borg's voice trembled.

Lynn's smile froze instantly.

A cold wind howled, and pedestrians on the street quickened their pace; the wind suddenly felt quite chilly.

“My mother passed away last year, and my father is now seriously ill,” Borg said.

"I remember when I left, they were still in good health," Lynn murmured.

"Two years ago, a plague came from the north, and many people were infected," Borg said.

"Although we were very careful, Mom still contracted the plague. Despite taking a lot of medicine, she passed away three months later. Since Mom passed away, Dad's health has deteriorated, and now he can't even get out of bed."

Borg glanced at Lynn as he said this, "Sometimes when Dad is sleeping at night, he talks in his sleep, and I hear him calling your name."

Lynn closed her eyes.

"You will get better."

Lynn muttered to himself.

"Let's go home first."

"Actually, many neighbors in this area had contracted the disease. Dad suggested we move, but Mom said she was worried you wouldn't be able to find us when you came back, so she wouldn't let us move," Borg said in a low voice.

Upon hearing this, Lynn felt a strange tightness in her chest.

"Didn't you try to persuade her?" Lynn asked.

"We've all tried to persuade her, but ever since you left, Mom's temper has become increasingly erratic, and she won't listen to anything we say."

Hearing Borg repeatedly say that he would leave on his own, Lynn gritted his teeth.

Even if Lynn could slaughter the entire population of a town without batting an eye, he could only silently endure these words from his family.

It was only two streets away, but today Lynn suddenly felt that the road was exceptionally long.

Lynn suddenly didn't want to walk anymore. He grabbed Borg's arm, and the two of them flew up into the air!

It landed right at my doorstep in just a few seconds.

"Brother." Borg, who was falling from the sky, was stunned for a moment. He looked at Lynn and his expression suddenly became very complicated. In his mind, anyone who could fly was very powerful.

"Congratulations, brother. You should have found what you were looking for," Borg said in a complicated tone.

Lynn walked into the house without saying a word.

A little boy was sitting in the living room. When he saw Lynn walk in, he asked in confusion, "Who are you? Why are you in my house?"

Lynn paused for a moment, then went straight upstairs to the second floor. Borg, who came in from behind, picked up the little boy and said, "That's your uncle."

"Dad, the uncle you told me about who can do magic! I told my classmates that my uncle can do magic, and they all said I was lying." The little boy's eyes lit up.

He grew up listening to his father tell stories about his uncle, who was described as a very powerful person with magical abilities. His father also admired his uncle the most, so under his father's subtle influence, he always thought his uncle was magical and amazing.

"Yes, your uncle who has magic is back," Borg said silently.

"But why didn't you come back a year earlier?" Borg's eyes reddened.

With your skills, you can definitely cure Mom.

When Lynn reached the second floor and looked at the woman's sketch on the wall, his eyes suddenly reddened. He took a deep breath and gritted his teeth.

He turned to look at the door, a thin wooden door, yet it felt incredibly heavy to him, like a wall of sighs from the gods.

creak-

Lynn pushed open the door, and a strong smell of herbs wafted out.

The setting sun shone through the curtains onto the bed.

An elderly man, thin as a rake, skin and bones, was tilting his head, gazing at the setting sun outside the window. He seemed lost in thought.

"You're finally back," Hamilton said slowly.

Silence echoed in the room.

"Borg and Ava won't stay outside for that long," Hamilton muttered to himself.

"Of course, most importantly, they won't linger in the hallway by the door for that long. Because there, your mother's picture hangs."

Lynn's voice trembled slightly, without him even realizing it, "Dad, I'm back."

"It's good that you're back. It's a pity your mother didn't live to see you. I wish she could have held on a little longer." Hamilton said, then closed his eyes.

Lynn walked to the bedside, sat down, and took the old man's hand.

His hands were very large, as broad and thick as when he was a child holding his hand.

My palms were also very cold; the icy hands felt like they were gripping my bones.

Lynn could sense that Hamilton's health was not good, and his blood and energy were very weak.

Moreover, the internal organs had already failed to a very serious degree.

But it doesn't matter, I'm a wizard, none of this is a problem.

Lynn took out a bottle of potion from his spatial ring.

He was about to hand it to Hamilton and put it near his mouth.

A large hand suddenly grabbed Lynn's wrist.

Hamilton, who had his eyes closed, suddenly turned his head to look at Lynn and shook his head slowly but firmly.

"I'm already satisfied just to have seen you. Even if I go to hell, I can tell Annika that I waited for Lynn," Hamilton said.

"I can make you live a long time, two hundred years, three hundred years, or even immortality," Lynn said.

"What's the point of living that long?" Hamilton said.

He suddenly gave a bitter smile.

"It's enough that I've lived this long," the old man said.

"I," Lynn said, unsure how to begin.

"Everyone dies. There's not much left for me to care about in this world. Even living doesn't necessarily bring me happiness."

Lynn said, "Don't you want to see your grandson grow up? Don't you want to spend more time with Bogeva and the others? They will be very sad if Mom leaves too."

"Will you be sad?" the old man suddenly asked.

Lynn's lips twitched slightly. "Yes."

"Then give it to me." The old man smiled.

"Before Annika left, she said that if I could see you in her place someday, I shouldn't be too strict with you. She knows you're an obedient child, and you've had your own dreams since you were little. She said that since you're willing to pursue your dreams, then let you go, and we shouldn't be a burden to you. Just like the day you left, it's a pity that the tires of the carriage we rented got stuck in a ditch that delayed us a little, and we were still a step too late," Hamilton said.

Lynn closed her eyes.

The emotions that had been brewing in her eyes for a long time finally flowed slowly from the corners of her eyes.

Squeak—

The wooden door was pushed open.

"Brother, have some soup." Downstairs, Borg opened the door and brought out a bowl of soup.

A bowl of sour and spicy fish soup with a cloudy white broth.

"Mom said this is your favorite fennel fish soup. She said you like spicy food, so she's going to put some chopped red chilies in your fennel fish soup," Borg said.

"." Lynn silently took the bowl.

"Actually, the person Mom was most reluctant to leave behind before she passed away was you. She said a lot to all of us," Borg said in a low voice. "To be honest, I'm a little jealous of you. My sister and I have always been by Mom's side, but the person she thought about the most before she passed away was you."

Lynn chuckled self-deprecatingly, then picked up the bowl, its large rim obscuring his face, his throat bobbing.

Lynn put down her bowl. "It still tastes familiar."

"Of course, my mother taught me the recipes herself," Borg said.

(End of this chapter)