After burying his past self, Constantine got up again and walked to the depths of the family cemetery.

Deep in the cemetery is a dense forest, and in the middle of the dense forest there is a bluestone paved path that leads to the end of the cemetery.

At the end of the cemetery, there is a magnificent coffin made of black iron, nearly six meters high, surrounded by a fence made of coniferous wood, like a tall black tower in the cemetery.

Not far from the coffin was a simple wooden hut, which I don't know who built it, probably where the former grave keeper lived.

This is the mausoleum of the original Lord of Winterfell--- Virgil Elliottard.

The ancestor who founded the Duchy of Azeroa was a famous hero of the Icadia continent in the Middle Ages thousands of years ago, reaching the peak of his strength in the Sanctuary, raising an army in that chaotic and barbaric era, and finally separating the human world and becoming the most powerful prince in the north.

When Constantine was very young, he heard about this patriarch from his father, and he admired it, but he couldn't help but be excited.

It's just that, for some reason, his father never brought him to visit Virgil's grave.

So at this moment, he stood in front of the cold black coffin of the Grand Duke of Virgil, looking at the mausoleum of his ancestors who had been silent in the wind and snow for thousands of years, and he had mixed feelings for a while.

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a line of golden handwriting carved on the top of the coffin, the handwriting was clear and elegant, full of antiquity, as if it had been done by some ancient person.

"Here lies the immortal King of the North, my lifelong friend, whose name will be sung by the North Wind for all eternity, along with Winterfell. ”

Below this sentence, there is also a paragraph.

The name made Constantine's pupils shrink sharply, and he rubbed his eyes desperately to make sure he was not mistaken.

"--- Faust, Speaker of the World Tree Council"

Faust!

Constantine's heart stirred up, and an inexplicable shock grabbed his chest.

Why did Faust leave such a phrase on the graveyard of his ancestors?

A thousand years ago, he and his ancestors turned out to be friends?

Could it be that behind the Duchy of Azero, there is also the shadow of Faust?

Constantine felt his brain swell.

Thinking of Faust, Constantine subconsciously summoned the stars in his body, and dozens of stars revolved around his body.

Sensing the energy of the stars, the golden handwriting on the coffin suddenly shone for a moment.

A gust of wind blew, and countless blue points of light appeared around the mausoleum, condensing into an illusory figure, it was a woman, with a long skirt and a picturesque face.

Looking at the woman's beautiful side face, Constantine's hand trembled violently, and his mood was agitated, "Mother!"

He couldn't help but reach out and touch the dreamlike scene.

The woman did not look at him, but walked straight to the small cabin next to the coffin, her steps fluttering like a ghost.

Constantine's hand ran through his mother's hair, but there was no real touch, and a few stars rippled at the end of the hair...

It turned out to be just a magic phantom.

Although it had been expected for a long time, Constantine still couldn't help but feel a trace of emptiness and loss in his heart.

Yes, the real mother died twelve years ago.

He made up his mind and followed the woman's footsteps to the cabin.

His intuition told him that this magical projection should have been left by his mother for him to see, and perhaps contained important clues about those events.

The woman walked to the door of the hut and passed through it directly, completely unhindered, and it seemed that it was indeed an apparition.

Constantine pushed open the door and saw the woman sitting at the desk in the cabin, her head bowed, holding an illusory quill writing something.

He leaned over, and the woman's figure was gone.

A huge piece of old parchment was spread out on the desk, covering almost the entire tabletop, and the dense ink on it had solidified.

Constantine picked up the parchment from the desk, sensed a faint magic fluctuation on the parchment, and knew that it should be the spell that his mother had cast on the parchment back then, specifically to seal the parchment.

Constantine read the handwriting on the parchment, and the first line made his heart tremble.

"Constantine, by the time you see this paper, more than ten years must have passed, this is what astrology tells me, fate is sometimes very interesting. ”

"Next, I'll tell you everything I know. ”

It turned out that his mother had already expected everything back then, and Constantine couldn't help but feel shocked.

He continued to look down.

"As you may already know, the mage who passed on my bloodline, St. Faustus, who founded the World Tree Council, is not a being of this plane. ”

"He, like me, comes from a mysterious and powerful ancient race, and every being of that race has a corresponding real name. ”

"Unfortunately, that race, since eons ago, has been an enemy of the Celestial Realm, and the specific inside story goes back to the legendary Age of the Gods, and when you step into the City of Dawn one day, you will have the opportunity to learn the secrets of the Age of the Gods. ”

Constantine's heart moved, and at the top of the heavenly mountain, his conversation with the Pope appeared in his mind again, and the Pope's faint hint to him at that time was now confirmed by his mother herself.

It's no wonder that Drexes wanted to kill himself so strongly, and he may have learned the secret of Faust from some secret source.

"Twenty years ago, I went into the depths of the mountains and tried to open Faust's mausoleum. ”

"However, I discovered that the real key was not in my hand, and the guy who guarded the mausoleum told me that the crystal pendant in my hand was not the real key, but only a medium used by Faust to help his descendants awaken their true names. ”

Constantine was stunned, and then remembered that the pendant had been broken on the snowfield, but the power inside had been absorbed by him.

At the time, he didn't feel any obstacles, after all, the Pope had told him in advance that the pendant was just a container, and that the strength and memory inside were the key.

But now it seems that the power of the pendant alone still can't open the mausoleum?

So, where is the real key?

"Then, two other fellows appeared outside the mausoleum, they were two very powerful humans, one of them was a knight, and the other was a magician from the Heavenly Dragon Temple, no doubt they were all coming for me. ”

"At that time, I had already become the strongest mage in the World Tree Council, and I was able to use the mature form of the [Azure Star Field], so I thought that no one in this plane would be my opponent. ”

"However, to my surprise, these two humans are unimaginably strong, and being able to compete with me when they join forces puts me in a bitter battle. ”

"And in the course of the battle, I discovered that the knight turned out to be Paladin, a paladin who disappeared from the continent of Icadia for thousands of years after the Battle of Dawn. ”

Seeing this, Constantine's hand holding the parchment roll stiffened slightly, and his heart was very shocked.

Regarding the terrifying strength of the woman in white back then, it has been repeatedly confirmed in the mouths of the Pope, Joy Younas and others, what kind of powerful human magician can she call "powerful"?

What kind of place is the "Heavenly Curtain Dragon Palace" she is talking about?

But at the same time, he was also a little proud, even the greatest paladin in human history, Paladin, had to join forces with another powerful magician to be able to equal his mother.

"Thanks to the help of the guy guarding the mausoleum, I managed to defeat Paladin and the magician of the Sky Dome Dragon Temple. ”

"But I was also very badly wounded, very badly, and finally I used teleportation magic to teleport myself beyond the mountains, and then I passed out. ”

"When I woke up, the first thing I saw was your father, and he looked at me with a look that, in your human words, was gentle. ”

"He said it was he who rescued me in the snow. ”

"He also told me that he fell in love with me the first time he saw me and brought me back to the Grand Duke's Mansion in Winterfell, where I had been in a coma for over a year. ”

"He has been watching over me for more than a year that I have been in a coma, and has even refused the Claudius family's request for marriage. ”

"Later, I asked him what he would do if I couldn't wake up, and he said that he would continue to be by my side and take care of me for the rest of my life. ”

Looking at these passages, Constantine was stunned for a moment, and his mind involuntarily restored the scene of that year.

The Lord of Winter, who had returned from a trip to the Asgard Mountains, brought back an unconscious woman in white, who silently took care of her under the puzzled gazes of the people in the Grand Duke's Mansion.

However, even though all the people around him did not understand his efforts, even though this wait may never have come to fruition, Archduke Elliott still chose to guard his beloved woman without regrets, for a whole year, more than three hundred days and nights.

"When I woke up, I was very weak and I had lost a lot of my memory, I forgot what my name was, where I came from, and what the purpose of my existence was. ”

"I couldn't even use magic for years, but because of my real name, I was able to use the Star Realm, which is an instinct from the race. ”

"During that time, I was very indifferent to everyone, many times I was in a daze in my room all day, not saying a word, and everyone in the Grand Duke's Mansion treated me as a monster. ”

"During these days, only your father kept me with me, telling me all sorts of fairy tales and stories about the Duchy of Azerolia, riding me on horseback to the snowfields, taking me on tours of castles, watching the sunrise and sunset from the top of the hill, and telling me about his youthful ambitions. ”

"During those years, your father, he selflessly shared everything he had, gave me all he could, and he never tired of it, even though I was always cold-faced. ”

"Gradually, I began to regain some of my thinking and magical abilities, although my memory was still incomplete. ”

"But that's all there is to it, and I've been able to accompany him and help him with a lot of things, such as dealing with a lot of government affairs inside Winterfell, and mages are always better at doing these things than knights. ”

"After a few years, the people of Winterfell stopped criticizing us, and I grew accustomed to and enjoyed life here, no longer trying to retrieve the lost memories that plagued me, knowing only that I was a gifted magician, and seeing myself more and more as a real Winter woman. ”

"For my long memory, it was a very simple, peaceful, and serene time. ”

"I remember one evening, your father took me up a snow-capped mountain outside Winterfell, under a fir tree, and he excitedly told me that in the past few years, because of me, he had gained unprecedented inspiration, from which he had comprehended a new and powerful sword, and he showed me in person, and asked me to name it. ”

I thought about it for a moment, glanced at Winterfell in the distance, and told him that it might as well be called Twilight. ”

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