There are three items on the long table. Pen~Fun~Pavilion www.biquge.info a seemingly ordinary gray scepter, a hood embroidered with silver patterns, and an oil lamp that seems to be covered with dust.

"They have the scent of Master Stark, I can feel it." "This must be the last thing he'll stay here," Ariel said without a ...... But why didn't he take them with him? She looked wistfully at everything on the long table and sighed softly.

Jill didn't speak. She carefully observed each item on the table, gently picking it up with her hand, carefully caressing their surface.

"That's what you're trying to find?" Lily walked up to the dark-haired woman and patted her on the shoulder, "Do you recognize where they came from?" ”

The black-haired woman shook her head, gently put the hood in her hand back on the table, and picked up the scepter on her left side again.

"You know what, Lily? All things have animism, not only living things, but also seemingly inanimate objects, which also have memories. She smiled and explained, "Ordinary objects can only leave a vague impression, but like these secret props in front of you, you may clearly retain those fragments that make them "memorable". ”

"Bayard gave me a secret technique that would allow them to 'speak' the memories they have." Her expression became serious, "This is not some secret message, if you want, just watch it together." ”

Lily nodded, took a few steps back, and watched the black-haired woman's every move carefully.

Jill snapped his fingers first, creating a darkness overhead, causing the hall to go dark in an instant. Then she closed her eyes, raised the scepter in her hand to her chest, and whispered something in her mouth.

The scepter quickly shrouded in a faint silver light, and the soft light extended outward, weaving into the image of a three-dimensional body in the air.

It was a large and imposing hall, with dozens of wizards in white robes standing on either side, and an old man with a serious face, also dressed in white robes, standing at the end of the hall.

Under everyone's gaze, a teenager who appeared to be in his teens walked slowly through the hall. There was no trace of panic on his face, but the excitement that was hidden under the calm could still be seen. He walked up to the old man, bowed, and greeted him with rather classical wizarding etiquette.

"Congratulations, Femir Lyman Stark." An illusory voice came from the image in the air, "You have successfully passed the test of a beginner wizard. In the history of the White Tower, you are the youngest person to pass this quiz. The old man took two steps down and handed the scepter in his hand to the young man, "I hope you can make unremitting efforts to become a famous wizard as soon as possible, and make the reputation of the White Tower resound throughout the continent." ”

"I'll try, Chief Sherman." The boy replied crisply, "I will definitely find the source of the secret art and the truth of this world!" Someday! ”

The sound dispersed in the air, and the illusion of light faded away.

"Uh-huh...... It turns out that this is the proof that the little imp named Femir has obtained the qualification of a wizard? Lily reached out and touched the smooth scepter curiously, "Unfortunately, there doesn't seem to be anything you want to see?" ”

"Speaking of which, does this stick have any other purpose than being a symbol?" Elio interjected.

"Naturally. The material from which it is made is Mithril alloy. It's a great magic agent, and it's probably a lot more efficient when experimenting. Jill flicked the scepter in his hand and tossed it to the young knight, "Well, as for what other uses this thing has, I'll leave it up to you to investigate." ”

"Wow, thank you." Elio caught it and held it in his palm as if it were a treasure, "This is the relic of the mastermind of the 'Grey War', at least...... I'm sure I'll be able to sell it for a good price, Captain, you're right! ”

Lily didn't bother to pay attention to him. She walked over to the long table, picked up the silver embroidered hood, felt its soft texture, and tossed it at the black-haired woman, "Come and see, what's going on with this thing?" ”

Jill raised his hand to take the hat and cast the same spell, causing the illusion to reappear in the room.

The light and shadow slowly build into a small two-story building, the interior is neatly arranged with exquisite and warm furniture, but it seems to have no inhabitant atmosphere. Behind it is a flower bed, most of which have withered and withered, but you can still faintly see the original beauty. Occasionally, passers-by pass by, look at them with pity, and then turn around and walk away.

A short time later, a teenager hurried in, and judging by his face, it was none other than young Femir Stark. His appearance was no different from the previous vision, except that there was less joy in his expression and more depression and gloom. With a casual wave of his hand, he unlocked the door of the small building, and then walked into the house, quietly staring at everything that had been left unattended for a while.

The mirage froze for more than ten minutes before the boy sighed lightly and took another step. He slowly walked up to the second floor, to what appeared to be the master bedroom, and pulled the hood out of a hidden cabinet and gently held it in his arms.

"This is the only remaining connection between you and the White Tower, father." Young Femir muttered, "Please give me some time. I will surely let those who have no faith ...... Pay the price you deserve. He lifted his hood, looked at it for a long time, and put it on his head, "I am always with you." ”

He stepped down the stairs and left the building without looking back. The scene in the illusion also changed, returning to the grand and bright hall.

Only this time, instead of standing quietly on either side, the white-robed wizards stared at the exit as if they were facing a great enemy. Colorful lights continued to light up in the hall, which was the secret technique of protection they had used on themselves, and the thunderous means they had prepared to strike at their enemies.

However, they did not wait for the enemy. Or rather, the "enemy" did not come as they had hoped.

It was as if a flash of fire flashed overhead, and the next moment, there was a loud bang from the ceiling of the hall, which cracked in the middle. The white-robed wizards looked up in horror, just in time to see the group of giant beasts fluttering their wings through the air.

It was a double-digit adult dragon. The boy stood straight on the back of a red dragon, his face hidden under a silver hood. He slowly raised his right hand and pointed to the seemingly magnificent white pagoda at his feet.

"Ruined it. And then, as agreed, all the remaining riches shall belong to you—"

The dragons roared in unison, and the flames, lightning, acid, and cold suddenly formed a symphony of death. The preparation and resistance of the white-robed wizards seemed extremely futile in the face of these ancient creatures. The White Tower was reduced to ruins, and the wizards who were lucky enough to survive the collapse were torn to pieces by the dragons that swooped down in the next moment.

The illusion dissipates once more, returning the room to silence and darkness. Lily swallowed, not knowing what to say for a moment - the rest of the group reacted in general terms.