Release that Witch

For the basement of the Sylt House, the film is no stranger.

When he was a child, he used it as his own amusement park. It was a very fun thing to find strange things from various dusty boxes. Of course, he did not despise his father's jealousy. In the end, he was even forbidden to enter the basement alone, but the film always found a way to sneak in.

The jazz took him into the innermost stone room, and saw that the wall was inlaid with a fist-sized light blue spar. The film couldn’t help but breathe. Every stone was actually the finest stone of punishment. I didn't know about it when I was a child, but now he naturally understands what it means. The high-quality **** stone is worth a lot. Like such a big man, at least five or six hundred gold dragons.

Is the Celt family so rich?

He suddenly remembered that the treasure map was also turned out from this room.

There was a circle of boxes around the stone room. The layout and memory were not much different. Sir Sirte pulled out a bunch of keys and opened the largest wooden box. With the sound of the opening of the box, the house suddenly rose. There was a dust.

Film held her breath and looked into the box and divided it into several layers. It was similar to the dressing box used by the noble lady. Each layer was filled with gemstones of different colors.

Is this the legacy of the ancestor?

"I haven't visited it for a long time," Jazz sighed. "Every time I see these magic stones, I will remember the heavy past that my ancestors said."

"Magic stone?" The film is different.

"Yes, only valuable items that witches can use," he nodded. "This is a long story. Our family is built under the blessing of a witch."

The father began to tell the history of the family, and the content of the childhood was different. The first ancestor of Sirte was not from the West, but after the desperate mountains, the uninhabited wild land.

Film gradually narrowed his eyes, and he did not expect such an amazing secret behind the portrait.

The founder of the family, the ancestors of Ai Gesha, actually built a huge kingdom together with many other witches. In the kingdom, they are in a dominant position, similar to the current aristocracy, and the death of the kingdom is due to the attack of the **** devil. In the last battle, the survivors fled, and Ai Gesha took a group of people to the stone pagoda in the forest to take the experimental materials, while the other group followed the big troops to the Grey Fort. A barren and desolate area.

“Is the ancestors in another group?” asked the film’s throat dryly.

"Yes, he is the witch's housekeeper. It is reasonable to say that she should go to the forest with her, but he retreats and offered to stay and look after the supplies, and the witch promised his request." Jazz sighed, "You should know this. What it means."

The film nodded, the housekeeper can be regarded as the most trustworthy person in the family except the relatives. In most cases, the housekeeper should die with the owner, unless the owner orders otherwise. Taking the initiative to ask to leave is in no way a betrayal, even if the other party does not refuse.

“The ancestors arrived in the West and fell into deep regret and self-blame, and recorded all this emotion,” Sir Sirte took a black book from another box. “The witch finally failed. Coming back, after that, he cut off the association’s ties, left the camp of the refugees, and with a small number of servants, settled alone in this uncultivated area."

The film took over the black book and did not immediately open it, but thought of a terrible thing. "So, from the very beginning, you know that everything the church has done is wrong?"

If the witch was once committed to fighting the devil, why is it now being promoted as the devil's minions? There is obviously a great hidden feeling in it.

"Know, but nothing," the jazz said calmly. "If there is a witch in the territory, I will hide it. But the witch of the fortress, I can't save it. After all, Duke of Ryan doesn't think he even hates witches more than the church." In addition, it can be known from the records of the following ancestors that they have done this... but they have not told the lucky kings about the rescued lucky ones."

"Who are they still in the family?"

"How is it possible, of course, all have entered the grave," he said. "It is a very rare age to live to sixty or seventy years old, but they are human and they will grow old."

"But you think the ancestors are still alive."

"It’s just that there are so many possibilities for witches, and they can’t give birth to future generations, so I made this speculation.”

Flint spent a moment and changed the subject. "The ancestors didn't want to go to the forest to find the ancestors of Aisha?"

“It’s easy to talk about,” the father shook his head. “Even the witches can’t return safely. It’s no different from ordinary mortals to go there and send them to death. Plus, the Westland was still a wasteland four hundred years ago, and there are beasts and jungles everywhere. It’s hard to take root. Very much, there is no way to take care of others. But the ancestors wrote this in the will, and hope that in the future, there will be children and grandchildren going to the hidden forest stone tower, even if it is a good look."

Xiao Xiaochen took a deep breath and opened the dusty record book. From the first page, he could feel the regret between the lines. Many of the writings have become blurred after years, but because of this, the heavy feeling is more obvious. I don't know how long it took him to turn to the last page. The content of the will is written here, perhaps not a will, but an unfinished wish.

This is probably the reason why my father showed regret after drinking.

As a former knight, he felt the same.

“Do you need me to find her?” Feilin asked for a moment, “If she really loves Gesha himself, then she must live in the Prince Castle. As far as I know, there is no girl witch.”

"Where are the witches gathered in the castle?" The Jazz thought. "It is not difficult to say that the Long Song Fortress issued a notice of recruitment of witches a few days ago. It seems that His Royal Highness is determined to be an enemy of the church." Then he shook his head. "No, you don't have to go find her."

Feilin gave a slight glimpse. "You don't want to see her?"

"Where the ancestors came to see the younger generation," Sir Sirte smiled. "Of course we have to take the initiative to see her."

"we?"

"Yes, I will also go to Bianbu Town with you," the father smiled and touched his chin. "Bring these things together. If you really love Gesha, the ancestors' wishes will be realized."

(To be continued.)

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