When Janssen woke up it was already that night, he calmly opened his eyes and saw the double moon hanging high in the sky outside the window, looking as usual. vertex

There wasn't even much fluctuation in his eyes, as if Mu Yan hadn't been here and nothing had happened during the day.

The servant was sitting on a chair next to him, and was napping in the "Buddha worship" style, when suddenly he swooped forward too much, and suddenly woke himself up. As soon as he looked up and saw Janssen looking at him, he was so frightened that his soul flew away, and hurriedly stepped forward to help him sit up.

"Young Master, do you want to eat?"

"Help me get to the scooter."

"Yes."

The servant did not dare to slack off, and did as he could.

……

Five minutes later, a fully dressed Jansen sat on the scooter.

"Go down, close the door." He said.

The servant immediately and respectfully withdrew.

With no one around, Janssen slammed the back of his head on the back of his wheelchair, and the chair started on its own. He pressed his head against the magic pattern on the backrest, then turned it at a slight angle, and the wheelchair adjusted accordingly.

The chair went all the way to the study, where there was no door, only an enchantment. The barrier swept over his body, not raising the alarm, but instead completely sealing off the entrance once he entered.

Janssen drove straight towards a bookshelf, and without slowing down, slammed into it. The bookshelf shook, and so did the amber container on top.

He controlled the chair to retreat and accelerated again into the bookshelf, shaking the container even more.

It was repeated three times, and the fourth time the amber container was finally shaken down, and it shattered on the ground with a "tuk", and the dull sound was absorbed by the soundproofing layer before it could be heard, but the ground it collided with was like a hollow.

Janssen drove to crush the amber slag on it, and then the transparent yellow dust began to slowly absorb moisture from the air, gradually turning from dust into droplets, which were slowly absorbed by the floor.

Until the last bit of gelatinous liquid seeped into the floor, and with a "bang", a pitch-black entrance suddenly appeared on the ground, and a path sloped down and extended inside.

Janssen looked around and made sure there was no one around, and then controlled the chair and slid into the path.

Not long after he entered, the floor closed again, as if nothing had happened before.

……

Follow this path to the lowest level, which is a secret room. The impermanent lamp is embedded in the walls, and the dim light illuminates the spread out books and notes. There was a pen next to it, and several tooth marks were bitten out of the end.

Janssen came to the table and stared at the spread pages for a long time, his eyes seemingly out of focus.

This page of the book contains only three lines of text, surrounded by a flaming pattern, with gold borders on a red background and the Saffron seal engraved in the lower right corner.

"I came into the world as light. But whoever believes in Me will be far from darkness.

"The strong and weak are not eternal, the strength of the weak is buried in the body and soul.

"Give yourself to me and your body and spirit, and you will gain strength and be forever away from darkness."

This book was written by Mora for the Garton mission, not the necromancer's codex, but the unopened notebook next to it, with the words "Forbidden Spell Study" on the cover, signed by Dodge William.

At the beginning, Dodge was sick with the thought of his deceased wife, and he rushed to the doctor, but he got it out of nowhere. It's much more lethal than any necromancer's note. After all, for Ikali, she could accept that all the mages of Lokan would become the ferrymen of the River Styx, and she could not accept that Lokan had an extra group of Aditon followers out of thin air, so the Dodgers built this secret room to read.

Ironically, he died at the hands of the Alien Fire Cultists......

Janssen stared at the book in front of him, his mind had already run away, and he recalled what Mu Yan said before leaving.

"You're a knowledgeable person, not a weakling, it's just that they don't understand you."

Whenever he thinks of this sentence, it seems that there is a warm current coiling in his heart, but he hates his powerlessness very much.

He didn't ask the servant where Mu Yan went, he knew that it would not end well, and this might be the reason why his grandfather didn't come to see him in the first place. It is common sense and a truth that no one in Falan City can escape from the hands of William, the headmaster of the Council of Six, except for the legendary mages of the Council of Six.

That conservative, rigid old man, he may have tied Mu Yan to the Clark family to make amends, or he still has a chance before he set off.

He didn't want to beg the other party to let his friend go, that would only make him look humble and cheap, so he came here and pinned his hopes on this book.

He thirsted for strength.

But Janssen wasn't stupid either, he knew it meant risk.

There is no force in this world for no reason, but where there is no process of "becoming stronger", this means taking shortcuts. And the cost of shortcuts is often invisible, not as much as it seems at the beginning.

He knew how the Horn of Kane, the giant of the French Blue City, had risen to prominence for providing customers with "free" services in the early days, and then they took more money from their customers' pockets, thousands of times the value of the previous "free", and these people were so intoxicated by the sweetness that they didn't know it.

The so-called power of Garden should be the same.

So do you want to embark on this path?

Jansen hung his head and closed his eyes in agony, longing for a moment of silence, for an answer.

Suddenly, a hand was gently placed on top of his head, and Janssen's neck stiffened, and the muscles in his face trembled slightly.

"Kid." William spoke.

With a desperate smile on Janssen's face, it was not difficult for him to predict what would happen next.

"I'm sorry ......"

Is it coming, it's like this again, familiar lines.

"Oh, hypocritical kindness." Janssen sneered: "These words have always been said to yourself, you apologize to yourself, and then forgive yourself, just find a mirror, why do you have to look at me to erase the guilt." ”

"No, kid."

William pulled over a stool and sat across from him.

"It's the quietest time of the day, everyone has gone to sleep. But it was also the calmest moment of my life. Now I'm not your grandfather, and you're not my grandson, you can say whatever you want to me, and I'll listen silently until you don't want to say it. ”

"Heh......" Janssen smiled, "is it a new way of education?" Which scholar told you about the Silver Candle? ”

"No, your friend told me." William said softly: "It may be a bit embarrassing to say it, not only did I not catch him, but I was also scolded by him pointing at his nose." But I don't hate him at all, he's right, I don't know about you, and as a grandfather, I'm such a failure. ”

With that, William looked up and looked at Janssen.

"Can I have this opportunity and learn to be a good grandfather?"

Although the old man said this with a smile, he was already in tears.

Janssen was stunned.

He opened his mouth for a long time before he stumbled and squeezed out a sentence.

"This ...... Is this true? ”

"It's true." William nodded. "So let me try, okay, kid?"

Janssen felt his throat ache, everything in front of him was so unreal, yet so real.

He blinked desperately to prevent tears from flowing, but to no avail, the past grievances, resentment, and anger seemed to turn into tears that burst the embankment at this moment.

"I ...... I...... I don't know...... Maybe...... Maybe ......"

"Thank you, kid."

William pressed his forehead against Janssen's knee, and the distance between the grandparents and grandchildren was unusually close.

……

At the same time, somewhere in the Morning Star, specifically in the manor deep in the woods of Chorug, two figures lay on the bed, perfectly entangled.

"Why did you slip back without a sound?"

Sulia asked, leaning on Mu Yan's chest.

"Today is a special day." Mu Yan stroked her smooth back and smiled, "You can understand it as the annual bonfire freedom day of the Nisol people. ”

At hearing the term, Surya's face turned even redder.

Bonfire Freedom Day is the most important festival of the year for the Nisol people, on this night, all the mountain people will sing and dance around the grand bonfire, and then the boys and girls who look at each other will go to the vine houses smoked with wormwood in the presence of the patriarch. Legend has it that a child born in this way would be blessed by the mountain god, so the date of birth of the Nisol people is mostly concentrated in a single time period.

"......Shh I thought it was such a nasty time......"

"Mr. Gustavo said that life comes from movement, and life is in movement, and this sentence could not be more reasonable, why is it obscene?" Mu Yan smiled, then gently brushed away the blonde hair on the girl's forehead, and slipped his body to lie face to face with her.

"Actually, I just want to seriously say 'thank you.'"

"Huh?"

Suria's surprise was quickly blocked by Mu Yan's mouth, and the girl's will soon disintegrated in the gentle waves.

Maybe she had forgotten what she had done, but Mu Yan still remembered.

In the windy firmament, in that darkest, most lost, and most hesitant time, a young girl was by his side, warming him with meticulous care, and completing a redemption.

……

"Now, thank you, Surya."

The murmur in the darkness was inaudible.

"Hmmm......"

The girl's response also seemed to be subconscious.

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