Old Silverwig silently lit his pipe, and Mrs. Silverwig's imagination continued,

"Ah, dear, with this certificate, we can send Jorgen to Bordeaux City, it is said that the mysterious Young Master Pars, who has already held most of the power of the Bordeaux Chamber of Commerce, recently founded a top academy in the continent for the children of our honorary members, where the children from the rich families will study and grow together, and after they inherit their respective family businesses, this friendship will make their careers go more smoothly, and I have also heard that the academy also has the support of the royal family of the Duke of House, and will also recruit some children of great nobles from all over the continent, if our Georgen is good enoughI could even take advantage of their relationship and become a real nobleman, oh my God! My deceased father certainly didn't expect that the Amir family, which had been in business for generations, would also have a nobleman!"

"Amir, dear, I'm thinking... Do you want to send Jorgen to Parveen? Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Old Silverwig was silent for a while, then exhaled a puff of smoke and said what she was thinking, and Mrs. Silverwig, who was holding the membership certificate in both hands, was startled, and immediately sat up from the bed, she looked at her husband nervously, although on the surface it seemed that everything in this family was under her control, but in fact Amir also knew that her husband was the real wise person, relying on his decisions at critical moments, Silverwig department store had survived several crises, and every time his husband had to make a difficult decision, he always had this expression。

"No, please, dear, don't let Jorgen repeat your old ways, have you forgotten how my father and I were rescued from that stinking gutter from that stinking gutter when they were about to kill you? Over the years, we have moved from Greystone City to Moldtown, and from Moldtown to Miyette, in order to avoid every crazy manhunt of the mages, and even, even your hands are stained with the blood of a dozen mages who are pursuing us, and it is only in the last ten years that it has been a little more stable, I can't imagine how my heart will hurt when my Jorgan lives like that? Don't you love him? He is your only child, and he is the hope of the future of the Sylwig family!"

Looking at the helpless figure of his wife kneeling on the ground praying, old Silveregg sighed helplessly, helped his wife up, let her sit on the chair next to her, poured her a cup of hot tea, and waited until her mood calmed down, old Silverwig looked left and right, and then said in a low voice,

"I didn't deliberately want Jorgen to live that kind of upheaval life, I didn't love him, if it was possible, I would prefer to let our son stay with us for the rest of his life, but Amir, don't tell me you didn't find the anomaly in Jorgen's half a year, in this half year, I have felt the unusually obvious magic fluctuations from Georgen's room in the dead of night several times, the young man is rough, if I didn't help him cover up, it is likely... And Shelfield also said in the letter that when he left three years ago, Georgen had already learned the use of magic in the first place! I swear, it was definitely not taught by me! You know, from the moment we moved to Miyette, my hands never touched the staff again! Three years ago, Georgen may have just discovered the magical talent in his blood, but those things in the past six months are not accidental!"

"Then you mean, someone is deliberately seducing our son, or even secretly teaching him magic? Oh my God! Wait, maybe you're right, my dear, I vaguely remember a few times when I went into his room to help him clean up, I could see some runic remains that were very similar to the ones you used to kill those mad dog mages, I just thought it was Joegen's graffiti, oh my God! This nightmare thing, what are we going to do? Georgen, Georgen..."

Under the reminder of old Silveregg, Mrs. Silverig also quickly remembered what she had discovered, some abnormalities about the aging Georgen, and she didn't want to be okay, once she began to imagine that her son had been lured down the wrong path by strangers began to occupy Mrs. Silveregg's mind, this terrible speculation almost made her collapse, but she was also a strong woman who witnessed her newlywed husband back then, how he majestically used the power of heaven and earth to kill more than a dozen mage hunters who chased and killed their family in one fell swoop, so it was only after a temporary panic, she understood her husband's purpose in sending his son to Parveen.

"Honey, you mean, send Jorgen to Shelfield, he is your brother and Jorgen's uncle, he will certainly not go to harm our darling, on the contrary..."

"On the contrary, he will protect Jorgen, just as his father protected us back then!"

Old Silverwig smoked his pipe in silence, and a little choking smoke would soon fill the entire bedroom, but Mrs. Silverwig, who was usually a little clean, had no mind to care about these little things at this time, and her husband, this shrewd woman was thinking quickly about her children, and after the old Silverwig finished smoking, he silently walked to the large and delicate bedside table of the two, he glanced at his wife, and then kicked at the bottom of the bedside table, and after breaking the wooden board used for disguise, old Silverwig reached out and smoked, a slightly old, but very well maintained, and the staff of yew wood, inlaid with amber, appeared in his hand.

But judging from the quality of this staff and the deep magic fluctuations and power that old Sylvig slowly emanated, this department store owner who has lived in seclusion in Miyet for ten years, a good old man who is a little cowardly on weekdays, and a person who is very friendly to neighbors and friends, old Sylvig is also a ruthless character who is definitely not weaker than the sea snake before, and it is no wonder that he and his family can survive in Miyet safely.

He nodded at his worried wife, and said softly,

"It's easy to send Jorgan away, but I'm worried about the wild mage who has been secretly teaching him, I originally thought I'd go back and meet him after a while, but now that Jorgen has a better home, then I don't mind talking to him! Amir, my dear, you go and pack up Jogan's things, it's likely that it won't be calm tonight, those mages who are as agile as dogs will be here soon, but it just so happens that tomorrow is the 3rd of the Witch Moon (January), and we'll send Georgan away tomorrow morning, just taking this opportunity, the two of us can go to Palvin County for a walk, I haven't been back for more than ten years, I miss the taste of Duno so much!"

"Well, I see, yes, dear, teach that bastard a good lesson!"

Mrs. Silverig also had a reassuring smile on her face, she came over and gave old Silverwig a kiss, although it was more than ten years ago, but the husband she remembered was still the man who still stood up to the sky in the face of more than a dozen opponents, watching the old Silverwig incarnate into the night wind and disappeared in my strength, Mrs. Silverwig closed her eyes and began to pray silently, he had never let her down, and this time it would be the same. (To be continued.) )