Eighty years? Is that good?
	He regretted a bit that he knew nothing about wine, not even having drank any while he actually lived, for he died young and inexperienced.

	He touched his forehead and chuckled a bit, hearing that some royal guards got injured. It was definitely those three, they tried to enter the mausoleum to investigate... If he were to guess, the guards didn't believe them because Matilda wasn't with them? They really shouldn't have split the team up like this.
	That leaves the fact about injured royal guards... It must be that Yvonne girl. That notorious, avid purveyor of violence, to a point that even Henri knows.

	"[color=fdc68a]Hey, don't demean yourself like that. In the end, we're all humans in the face of death.[/color]" As someone who was merely adopted into nobility, that oddly struck a nerve with him.
	He lifted his three remaining crates of wine and began walking away. "[color=fdc68a]Well, I'm off now. Drink those after your shifts.[/color]"

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	"[color=fdc68a]Gentlemen.[/color]" Henri approached the guards at the memorial park. "[color=fdc68a]Heard some of you got injured. Where did the assailants head off to?[/color]"