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Wesley flipped through page after page of notes, which I don't know if it was in Count Franciske's own handwriting, and each page had drawings with strange hieroglyphs next to them, like on a parchment scroll.

"I found this in the castle many years ago, when the Jean Ninevi family moved out of the castle!"

"This is supposed to be a relic of Count Franciske!" Wesley guessed.

"I guess it's ......," said Monsieur Theo, taking the notebook and flipping through the pages.

"Although the text is incomprehensible, you can see the pictures at a glance!"

Wesley's eyes widened, and indeed those pictures were like a baby's illustration book, even if he didn't read the text, he could understand the general idea.

There are priests or warlocks refining pills, and the recipes for the pills have special charts, and there are also these people casting spells, sometimes transforming into birds, sometimes transforming into beasts.

"Ever since my father and brother died, I've been thinking about why they are so eager to fly. There must be vultures at work here, but why can't they spread out their wings and fly freely like those Lebo vultures?

It wasn't until I found the relics of Count Francisk that I realized a truth, the count without Dragonper, deep down envious of the vulture clan's abilities, so he has been doing some mysterious research in the years he has been waiting for Dr. Dongfang, this manuscript is his research results, as for whether the parchment scroll is his hand-drawn? I don't know what that means! ”

"Have you been studying his work all the years since you left Nynivi Castle?"

"Yes, my dear nephew, you have seen my results today!"

"But uncle, why have you never heard of Count Francisk having abilities in Provence? If he had the ability, I don't think he would have waited for the return of the Doctor of the East, if he had the ability, he would have erected the banner of the Knights Templar and swept across Europe, and with his humiliating ambition, he would not have curled up in France for the rest of his life. What's more, I've never heard of any of his descendants who can have extraordinary abilities, except for you, of course! ”

"This is the beauty of history...... "Monsieur Dior has seen through it all" said to Monsieur Dior's face.

"No matter how much people try to prepare, it is in vain that time does not show up! From the time the vulture prince Elio came to Ninivi Manor with a heart of revenge, the time point that Count Francesco had been waiting for all his life finally appeared, and this is the wonderful genes of the vultures......"

Monsieur Theo paused and continued: "It's just that your grandfather and father didn't have the opportunity to comprehend all this, they just flew with their senses, and as a result, they gave their young lives.

The vulture prince's revenge led directly to the ruin of Ninivir Manor, so we had to leave, but what he must not have expected was that it was because of his departure that I accidentally found the relics of Count Francisk in the castle, and I also understood what the Count expected future generations to do......"

Mister Theo looked at Wesley, his gray-blue eyes full of determination and expectation: "This is the ideal immortality of the Jean Ninevi family, the ideal immortality of the Knights Templar!" ”

Wesley seemed to see the resurrected Count Francisk in those eyes.

"My nephew, opportunities are always reserved for all who are prepared, and the Count of Francisque has been waiting for centuries, and now that the opportunity of the Jean Ninevi family has come, what are we waiting for?"

Monsieur Dio shook his nephew's hand affectionately and earnestly.

"You can take this manuscript and the parchment scroll back and study it carefully, your scholarship over the years has been far above mine, maybe you can understand some truths that I do not understand, I believe that one day your extraordinary achievements are far above mine! And live up to the hard work of Count Franciske! ”

Wesley nodded solemnly, feeling the weight on his shoulders heavier.

"And those few pills, you must take them according to the method I told you, that can fully stimulate your potential! When you're done, come back to me and I'll tell you what to do next! ”

"Yes, uncle!"

Wesley said goodbye to his uncle, and he and Feng returned to the Ritz Hotel after a long absence.

In order to avoid people's eyes, they still did not live in the same room.

Returning to the Ritz this time, Feng Wanying found that the French man she liked loved to read more than before.

If Feng Wanying had nothing to do with her health and had a sense of leisure, Wesley would take her to the vicinity of Notre Dame Cathedral.

There, in the shade of the lush trees on both sides of the Seine, the green tin box-shaped bookstalls stretch for several kilometres in a spectacular row.

In the cultural capital of France, these books are so old that they are sometimes hard to find in libraries that they attract many book lovers from all over the world.

More often than not, Feng Wanying was reluctant to go out, so Wesley wandered alone in front of these green-box bookstalls, looking for his treasures in these endless used bookstalls, or he would go to the National Library to read books all day, and sometimes take those heavy old books back to his hotel room.

"Oh, my dear bookworm, aren't you afraid that reading too many books will turn you into a disgusting bug?"

Feng Wanying looked at his room full of books and said amusedly.

She flipped through two books, and the books that smelled of decay were very old, Hebrew, Latin, Ancient Greek, and many other languages that could not be explained.

"Honey, can you understand all this?"

"Yes, Queen, your count is proficient in sixteen languages!"

"Is Mr. Earl doing any major research?"

Feng Wanying felt that during the time she returned to Paris, Wesley's attention was no longer on her, but attracted by the room full of books in front of her.

This aroused Feng Wanying's suspicions!

What answer is he looking for in these ancient books? Is it for the sake of the dragon? Hadn't he always longed for the dragon? But I haven't heard him mention it again in all these days of coming to Paris? Has he already discovered a new clue about Long Po? Does he no longer trust himself?

Wesley replied as he looked through the books under the lamp:

"There are some major archaeological discoveries in North Africa right now, and I want to do some research in this area, and if I can collect some good things, I will leave them to our little prince as a gift in the future! What do you think, my dear Queen? ”

Wesley closed the book as he spoke, and he turned around and gently stroked Feng Wanying's belly with his hand, kissing it gently.