Their horses passed through one vineyard after another, the thin mist that hung over the vineyards had just been dispelled by the golden sun, and clusters of crystalline grapes were greedily sucking the morning dew. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Soon the horses entered a tall and dense coniferous forest, and the path in this coniferous forest zigzagged into the unknown distance, and the horses began to slow down.

Wesley was full of doubts, he didn't know where his uncle was taking him? He just obediently followed his uncle as he had done when he was a child, watching his black cloak flutter majestically on the back of a flaming horse.

The sunlight shining through the cracks in the trees fell on his uncle's cloak, and the uncle, whom Wesley thought familiar, became mysterious.

After a while, the shredded sunlight in the taiga began to pour down without hesitation, and the vision became wide and bright.

Leaving the woods, there is a tall and majestic hill with huge stone bars that tell the cruelty of history.

This is a castle that has been abandoned for many years, and it must have been so magnificent in the bright sun of Provence back then.

In the thorny path, the horses walked cautiously up the hill without the direction of their master, and among the desolate broken wells, the horses' hooves collided with the rubble on the side of the road and made a crisp "tap and tap" sound.

When he reached the top of the hill in an open field, Monsieur Theor flew and dismounted.

"How do you feel, dear nephew? I think this was one of the many castles conquered by the Jean Ninevie family! Monsieur Dio's loud voice echoed through the ruins.

Wesley also dismounted, and here he could overlook the magnificent rivers and mountains of Provence, and the gusts of mountain wind whistling by, making it even more lonely and desolate.

"The glory of this place is a thing of the past, and the Jean Ninivi family will continue to do so!"

Monsieur Theo stretched out his arms, looked up at the sky, and spoke with pride.

The howling mountain wind puffed up Monsieur Theo's black velvet cloak, which sounded like a battle flag in the wind.

"My dear nephew, look at ......"

When it was too late, a pair of huge wings suddenly stretched out from under the ribs of Mr. Theo, and these powerful wings spread in the wind, and in a short time Mr. Theo flew up, and he flapped his wings higher and higher, and flew farther and farther, and the dumbfounded Wesley looked at it from afar, and his uncle soared in the sky like an eagle spreading its wings......

This was something Wesley had never imagined, he had never seen his uncle have such abilities since he was a child, and the ancestors of the Jean Ninevi family, although they were brave and good at fighting, had never heard of anyone with such abilities, and today his uncle was the same as the old vulture on the top of Mount Nalebo.

Could it be that the vulture's genetics are at work?

But if Grandpa and Father could do this, they wouldn't have been destroyed, and they never thought they could grow wings under their ribs to fly like birds.

It's weird!

After hovering over the abandoned castle for a few weeks, Mr. Theor landed firmly beside Wesley.

Just as he was about to fold his wings, he suddenly raised his left wing and swung it towards Wesley!

Wesley was so frightened that he instinctively blocked it with his arms!

The wind and sand from the wings blew swiftly across Wesley's cheeks, but they didn't touch him.

Wesley only heard a strange "meow" behind him, and he hurriedly turned around, and it turned out to be a fat and strong wild lynx that had rolled to the ground.

"Get out! Fattened up you useless fools for nothing! The Count also dares to be presumptuous in front of him! Wesley was still stunned, and Monsieur Theo had withdrawn his wings.

The wild lynx got up and nodded and bowed to Monsieur Theo, and then slipped quickly into the haystack.

This caused a stir of confusion among the grass and rubble, and the heads of countless bobcats could be faintly seen probing and shrinking.

"Uncle, what are you?" It all came so suddenly, and Wesley didn't realize what was going on?

"This group of rubbish, who is the master, they actually want to attack you!"

"Uncle, what the hell is going on?"

"These animals are too wild, it will take some time to completely tame them!"

"I mean, what happened to you? I'm completely confused! ”

Wesley swirled around his uncle carefully, and he didn't see anything unusual about the black cloak.

"My uncle, is this the legendary magician's cloak?"

"Oh?" Mister Dio smiled slyly and stretched out his arms for Wesley to take a closer look.

There is nothing under the cloak! yes, when I was in the locker room, my uncle was still fine!?

"Haha, my dear nephew......" Mr. Theo's tone was a little smug.

"Guan Jian is those pills......" he lowered his voice very low, almost whispering.

As he spoke, he looked left and right with shrewd gray-blue eyes, "Let's go back and talk about it!" ”

They rode back to the manor on the two tall horses.

Monsieur Theo led Wesley into the dimly lit laboratory, which emitted a peculiar smell that Wesley could not accept, and which he couldn't tell what it was, like musk, like rust, mixed with the smell of animal fur, which made him extremely uncomfortable anyway.

Wess wanted to escape from the lab, but he couldn't bear it, knowing that his uncle had something important to tell him.

Monsieur Theo closed all the doors and windows, closed all the curtains, and the already dim room was now as dark as night, and soon Monsieur Theo skillfully turned on a dim night light.

In the dim light, Wesley frowned and pointed to the strangely shaped test tubes filled with various liquids and asked, "Uncle, who are you?" ”

"Dear nephew, you have seen my abilities today, as long as you practice according to my methods, you will also have such magical abilities!"

"This ......"

"Are you still skeptical?"

As he spoke, Monsieur Theo removed a scroll from the bookshelf by the wall, and unfolded it, and although it was dimly lit, he could still see that it was an ancient parchment.

"My dear nephew, you are so knowledgeable, can you see what is on it?"

Wesley looked closely, and there were childish drawings on it, like the cave paintings of primitive people, with mountains, palaces, people hunting on unicorns, and a man with a crown riding an elephant.

Next to the picture are strange hieroglyphs that Wesley had studied archaeology for many years, but had never seen them.

Monsieur Dio took a yellowed notebook from the shelf and handed it to Wesley: "Look at this ...... again."

Wesley opened the notebook, and on the title page of the notebook were two beautiful lines of French:

"I'm going to leave

But the ideal is immortal"

The inscription is "Count Francisco Jean Ninevi".