After being released from the Soul Gem, Ewu Taylor Buddha was stunned for a moment, and Alan sat back in his chair and told him about his current situation and his relationship with his grandfather.

Aiu Taylor touched his face with his hand, and the touch that came made him wonder if he was really dead, although he had been mentally prepared for this, but when he was clearly told that he was dead, and he had become a soul state, and after he died, he did not go to see his own gods, nor did he fall into hell, but was turned into a portrait of a sorcerer and continued to exist in this world, which made him feel incredible.

Thinking of a possibility, he couldn't wait to ask Allen, "Can I still see my wife and children?"

"I'm sorry, but your wife and children are not wizards and I don't think there will be a chance to enter Hogwarts, I will be leaving soon, and there is no time for you to be reunited. Eren read his thoughts, and before he could ask, he continued, "You can't become a ghost, but if you just try to appear in the mortal world in the form of a soul instead of in a painting, I'm afraid you'll soon be sucked out by the underworld, in that case... In Muggle understandable ways, your current memories and emotions are gone. ”

"They're not wizards. Aiwu Taylor replied sadly but affirmatively. His eyes were filled with sadness and confusion, he would never see his wife and children again, they didn't know what kind of life they would live, at least Duke William was very strict with his subordinates, but he was much better than other nobles for a knight family like himself who died on the battlefield, and his son could at least inherit his knighthood when he became an adult...

But in the long years that followed, I was only accompanied by endless worries and thoughts.

Utairfo sighed, this is fine, even if they meet, it is obvious that the wizard will not leave his portrait to his wife and children, otherwise knowing his state and not being able to see each other at any time will only increase his sorrow, hoping that with the passage of time, they will not be immersed in the grief of losing themselves.

The red-haired knight was stunned for a long time before he reacted and thanked Allen, although he didn't know anything about these things, at least he understood that his current situation was better than going to another world after just dying.

Afterwards, Eutyler Buddha followed the method that Eren had told him to enter his own body on the scroll.

After a moment's careful examination of the treehouse in front of him, he pushed open the round door, which was almost green and flowed out, and entered the round, warmly furnished room. He looked curiously at the furnishings around him, a low-ceilinged room with a faint earthy scent, like a tunnel-like tubular hall, surrounded by wooden panels. The floor was covered with tiles and carpets, and the room was furnished with shiny tables and chairs, with many coat hooks nailed around it to receive the guests who came to the door. Through the circular window, you can see the swaying grass and dandelions outside, as well as the scene inside the office in the distance. In many places, there are smooth and shiny copper ornaments, and there are many plants that hang from the ceiling or are placed on the windowsills.

All the rooms on both sides of the corridor were kept on the same level, the wooden door on the right was closed, and the cooking movement could be heard on the left, and after a few glances, I found that in this room where the wine cellar, pantry, and kitchen were integrated, the copper lamps on the walls gave a warm light, which seemed warm and quiet, and the yellow and black chairs were empty, and it seemed that he was the only guest in the tavern, and a kind chubby red-haired lady looked at him from behind the bar with a gentle smile.

This was the tavern's owner, Helga Hufflepuff, who greeted Euvelle in a friendly manner, "Welcome, knight, what would you like to eat? ”

The red-haired knight, who still didn't understand how to visit the door in the portrait, noticed that the shopkeeper was speaking with a Welsh accent from his family's hometown: "I didn't bring any money." Then, reflexively, Aiu Taylor Buddha looked embarrassed, and he remembered that he was penniless, and where could he have money to eat......

Helga Hufflepuff looked at his red hair and features, and asked softly, "Then you can sing poetry?" ”

"Of course, everyone in my family sings, and before me my ancestors were court poets of the Norman Grand Dukes. "The vicissitudes of war baptized by the fire of Aiwu Taylor Buddha showed a look of nostalgia, without the invasion of war, how happy that peaceful and quiet time was.

Thinking about his career as a court poet before becoming a knight, Aiu Taylor couldn't help but feel a little annoyed, if not to do some daydreaming of becoming a knight.

"That's amazing. Helga tilted his head and asked Eu-Taylor to sit down at will, and walked back to the back kitchen, where he sat down obediently on the couch, thinking blankly about his own thoughts.

When Hufflepuff came out again, Eutylefer glanced nonchalantly at the food she had brought over, and this glance focused his blank gaze on the familiar appearance of the food, a mixture of fruit and oatmeal......

He couldn't wait to pick up a small silver spoon, scoop a piece and put it in his mouth, the taste was ...... He narrowed his eyes, carefully feeling the familiar sensation on the bud, a pudding that only his own family knew about the flavor of the recipe!

The familiar taste and temperature seemed to soothe the wounds caused by the war, the pain caused by death, and the infinite longing and attachment to his family.

After eating all the puddings, he half lay motionless on the sofa, and the beautiful scenes of getting along with his family in the past crossed the corners of his mouth from her heart one by one, and he felt very warm, a feeling of being wrapped in happiness, this is the taste of home......

After a long time, Aiu Taylor, who was relaxed and seemed to come to life again, stood up: "Thank you for your hospitality, let me sing you one of my favorite Irish ballads, 'In Memory', which is a traditional piece handed down from my ancestors, and we will sing it at Christmas." ”

"Yes, yes," Hufflepuff commanded a lute from the tavern to fly towards Eultailer, "there was once a poet who left me with a lute when he left, and you could use it." ”

Aiwu Taylor Buddha picked up the piano, played a short piece of music, adjusted the piano tone, half-squinted his eyes and tilted his head sideways, as if immersed in good memories, and sang affectionately: "The white smoke you breathe is slowly riding the wind at this moment, disappearing into the floating clouds in the sky little by little......