Sir Roland led the puzzled Liszt to the depths of the room, and walked to one of the bookshelves in the deepest part, where Roland pulled out a book and placed it on the empty seat of another shelf, only to see the wall behind the bookshelf turn slowly, and in a short time a secret passage was revealed. It was pitch black inside, and Roland pressed a mechanism on the bookshelf, only to see two rows of candles immediately lit in the secret passage, guiding the way ahead.

"Come on, child, this is the misfortune of our family." Roland said in a sad tone, leading the way ahead.

Liszt felt a familiar aura in it from the moment the secret door was opened, and he forgot where he had seen it, but it made him not very comfortable. However, Liszt believed that his godfather would not harm him, so he went in.

"I remember my encounter with Lily, your godmother, at the fair-ground of the Vizgerre tribe, when she was a young, beautiful, energetic witch who was curious about everything. And I'm just a palace guard, a reckless man who doesn't know anything but archery. Still, we fell in love. Roland said as he walked, his face flashing a memory of the happy past. Then we got married, and I was made a knight and appointed to Kaltim, where we made our home. Soon, we had children, Hadrig, the crystallization of our love, our future. ”

"However, happy days are always so short. One day, a mad summoner tries to summon demons in the city, and Lily and Hadrig are happily playing nearby. The demon was summoned, and the people scattered, but Lily could not escape, and the demon took a fancy to her magical aura and the pure and young heart of Haderig, and it longed to torment their mother and child. Lily is in a desperate situation, but in order to protect our young son, she resolutely uses the evil magic recorded in the forbidden books. That was her only option. As he spoke, Liszt saw the hall in front of him, in the middle was a huge energy shield, and in the center sat a woman covered in shadows, her head even grew demonic horns, constantly spitting dark breath, this is simply a demon. Liszt looked at his "godmother" in shock, with mixed feelings in his heart.

"As you can see, child, there is a price to be paid for using evil magic. Every year, Lily will only be free from demonic torment for one month, and the rest of the time. Child, I, I know that you are jealous and hateful, so you have not told you the truth, I am afraid that you will lose your mind, and I, maybe it is right to free Lily, but, but I can't do it, I would rather trade my life for her peace! As he spoke, looking at his unbelievable wife in the hood, Sir Roland burst into tears of pain.

Although Liszt hated demons, he did not distinguish between good and evil, he knew that his godmother was a great mother, and he admired this brave and strong woman.

Liszt shook Roland's hand and comforted: "Godfather, I understand your feelings, Godmother is a great person and a hero. But she shouldn't be like a prisoner here. Godfather, as hard as it is to accept, I must say that if there is no way to save Godmother, then it is love to give her relief. ”

Sir Roland sighed deeply and said, "I know, I have always known, I have sought out many archmages and priests and scholars, but they have been unable to do anything, and I have collected countless ancient books myself, hoping to find answers from them, but still found nothing. And the month of Lily's recovery every year is the happiest time for our family. I don't know if I'm being too selfish to do this, but I really can't do it, and Lily always says that she is willing to accept any disposition from me and let me not blame myself, but I ......" Roland couldn't go on, and closed his eyes fiercely to keep the tears from pouring out.

"Over the years, the time for Lily to wake up has become shorter and shorter, this year, she has only been awake for fifteen days, and maybe in a few years, she will be completely swallowed by the shadows." Roland clenched his fists, "My Lily, it may soon be gone. ”

Liszt also had some despair in his heart. Is it about to lose a loved one again? Although he had never communicated with his godmother, she was the mother of his best friend and the hero who protected the family with her life, and it was difficult for Liszt to accept that she would die soon.

"Godfather, I believe that there will be a way, if you can't find the answer in Kegistan, then there will be a harvest in Canduras, don't worry, I will do my best to find a way to save my godmother!" Liszt did not waver.

Looking at the small, but able to give people confidence and hope, Roland's heart calmed down a little, and said movingly: "Child, I believe in you, you are a person who can create miracles, but don't force yourself too much, if Lily is destined to die, it is her fate, and we don't have to be too sad." ”

"No, Godfather, I don't believe in a predestined fate. If we can't make changes, then what's the point of human existence? We're going to make a difference! Liszt retorted, a glint of confidence shining in his eyes, dispelling the gloom in Roland's heart.

"Child, you're right, your time has come, and we old fellows can only help you fly higher and farther in the end, don't let our old ideas shackle your wings. Let go and do what you want, my godson, you are my pride, you are the pride of the Aemon family! Sir Roland looked at Liszt with a smile and a lot of emotion in his heart.

Liszt and his godfather Roland talked for a long time, and it was not until midnight that Liszt returned to the room, and he found that he had a lot of burdens and expectations of his relatives and friends on his shoulders, and he could not let them down, he could not let his deceased relatives down, he could not let himself down. Although he was now in the stage of growing his body and could not do even intense training, his mature mind allowed him to begin training in mental strength.

Liszt decided that from tomorrow onwards, in addition to regular physical exercise and the study of noble and religious knowledge, he would also ask Mira for training in the power of the mind. His time is running out, and in a few years, the church may be going westward, and he must become a real strong man in the shortest possible time, with enough strength to protect his relatives and friends.

The night was dark, but Liszt was not sleepy, and his fighting spirit was high.