After the qualitative change, the ancestral bloodline made his wizard level reach level five, and even let him touch the edge of a trace of Xifan. It was a strange and strange experience, like just eating very hot food, and suddenly closing a sip of ice water, the whole feeling was numb.

Leaving the room, Anglie carefully picked up the sleeping Freira and placed her on her own bed, then returned to her bedroom and removed a large black tome from the shelf.

Gently turn the first page of the book. On the white paper, a neat line of black Medea letters suddenly appeared in front of Anglie's eyes.

'To all who love me and those I love'

Angel stroked the line lightly.

Extending his right index finger, he began to lightly draw a circle in the space below the text.

There was no ink, just a black and red trail emerged when the index finger slowly ran across the white paper.

A black and red circle the size of an egg was quickly completed, and Anglie began to delicately trace black and red graphic lines within the circle.

As the lines became more and more complex, a black and red scorpion graphic symbol gradually emerged in the entire circle.

The hiss fingertips finally stop at the edge of the circle, coinciding with the edge.

Angel lifted his finger, and the moment the fingertip left the paper, the circle symbol suddenly lit up with a burst of red light, and then quickly dimmed.

After thinking about it, Anglie raised his finger again and added a small sentence below the symbol.

'The Circle of Bonds'

When I opened the pages, there were blank pages of white paper.

Angeliel's finger slowly landed in the lower right corner of the page, with a slight touch.

The hissing sound sounded slowly, and lines of black handwriting automatically appeared on the page, as if a typewriter had typed it automatically.

Time passed slowly, and in a short time, dozens of pages were automatically recorded.

"This will serve as my personal witchcraft notes, and perhaps future wizards after me will be able to find their own path from here. Anglie closed the book. Plug it back into the bookshelf.

The moment it was put back on the bookshelf, a burst of red light suddenly appeared on the surface of the book, and it gradually turned gray and white. Reduced to a single stone book that cannot be opened.

This book is a collection of his own knowledge and experience of witchcraft, as well as some of his observations, and the symbol left on the cover is his own evil imprint. Enables other wizards to summon his projections from this world sacrifice. Or after the sacrifice, you can open the book and check the knowledge inside.

The book will be given to the West Coast family and her mother, Vivi, as a legacy item, and may be passed down from generation to generation.

Based on his current knowledge and research records. The wizard who can surpass him in the entire middle can be counted in a single slap, and it is definitely the most peak wizard handwriting.

Anglie has a feeling that when he breaks through the Xifan level, it may be the time to leave this world completely, and some things in the future may only be solved in the form of projection.

"Killing a legendary chief knight is a temptation to the Church. Let's see if the Ancestor of Light really has power. If not, I'll go straight to church and see what it's all about. ”

The real purpose of his stay here is to accompany Vivi and investigate the church, and now that he has left Vivi, once the church is clear, Angel has no intention of staying here. It's just a matter of waiting for everything. Settle Friella again

The knights of the church were eventually led by female knights. He went back to church with the body of Thunderbeard.

months later

Helia and the others stayed here in Angle, and were drawn alive with more than ten bloods, and the whole person lost a lot of weight before paying off the debt and being able to get out.

Unexpectedly, Freira also plans to leave with Helia and the others, wanting to go out and meet the outside world.

"You've really decided?" said Angele, standing in front of the tomb, looking at Freella, who was standing beside Cynthea.

In the setting sun, the little one was dressed like a tomboy, carrying two silver cross swords, one was the saw sword that Anglie had sold her, and his fair face was full of determination.

"I've made an appointment with Sister Cynthia!"

"Sister, you're big!" Cynthia punched Friella in the head. "Damn little bean ding, don't think about it again, I'll let Helia not teach you swordsmanship!"

Freira's little face suddenly stepped down. "Don't be a big brother! You are my own big brother! Don't cut off people at every turn!"

"Where did you learn this nonsense!" Helia was speechless with her sword on one side, and beside her stood a tall woman dressed in black and masked, who was none other than his sister.

Anglie stood quietly in front of the wooden door of the tomb, smiling and watching the crowd laugh and scold.

"Little Rayla. It's also a good thing to go out, and maybe the history of the continent will also spread the glorious deeds of the legendary knight Freira. Now that you've decided. Before leaving, I'll give you one last thing. ”

He clenched his right hand into a fist and spread it out in front of him.

In the palm of his hand lies a gemstone ring with a shimmering pale golden halo. The style is exactly the same as the ring of the church. The dragon's eye-sized golden gemstone is polished into a smooth oval and set in a white-gold band, giving it a simple and ornate look.

"Wow, that's beautiful!" Friela quickly snatched the ring from Angele's hand and played with it in the palm of her hand, "Green, you're rare to be generous." I'll just reluctantly accept it. ”

"If you get stuck, call me by name from the bottom of your heart. Angel smiled and pointed to the ring, "This is your sustenance, you have to carry it with you." ”

"I've read too many of Grimm's novels, right? Okay, it's getting dark, and we have to hurry to the next town to find food and lodging. Wan Thorn urged, "I'm so hungry"

"You're hungry again, haven't you just eaten half a bucket of rice?" Cynthia rolled her eyes.

"Gone, Green. Helia waved her hand and turned around, "Thank you for your treatment this time." ”

The others followed him down the hill, along the stream.

Angel smiled and nodded, glancing at Freira, who was still stunned. "Why are you still stunned, keep up. ”

"When I become famous, I'll come back to pick you up for the elderly!

Furella followed with a few words, and when she had gone far away, she suddenly glanced back at Anglie in front of the tomb. Looking at the man who was still standing in front of the tomb and smiling, there was an inexplicable sense of emotion in my heart. It's the same feeling I felt when I left the town where I grew up.

"Little Rayla, hurry up!" came Cynthia's neutral shout.

"Okay, here!" Friela hurriedly ran into the forest. Only the sound of speech could be heard in the distance.

"What are you worried about, just come back to visit Green in a few years, and it's not like I'll never come back. ”

"Yes. Huh"

"Smirk. ”

"You're giggling!"

Anglie stood in front of the tomb. Watching a group of people completely disappear into the depths of the woods, they stood silently at the wooden gate for a long time.

He sighed softly, turned and walked into the tomb, and after a while opened the door again and walked out. The black light of the space mirror on his waist was slowly dimming.

Looking back at the open wooden door of the tomb. He raised his hand slightly, and a dark red flame flew silently into the tomb, landing on the pale yellow ground.

The flames whirred and burned. Whether it was stone, wood, or any other metal, everything ignited quickly.

The entire tomb was plunged into a sea of fire in an instant, and the red light reflected on Anglie's face and body.

Click!

A piece of wood suddenly exploded, and a red fire erupted.

Angel closed the door lightly and straightened his robes.

"It's time to leave," he turned and walked towards the woods down the hill, from the other direction. The figure gradually disappeared into the forest.

A month later

One of the main cities of the Church, the city of Mass,

Pale yellow shops line the white streets, and bronze plaques extend out, each inscribed with different graphics and words.

The streets were bustling with people, and several strong men were pushing together a brown cart full of square white stone bricks. A white-faced woman in a black robe and hood sits on a street corner, using a glass ball as a crystal ball to give people divination. A group of aristocratic ladies dressed in fancy clothes laughed and held white roses. Just passing by this neighborhood.

In the shop, customers and pedestrians in different clothes kept coming and going, and the sound of men and customers bargaining could be faintly heard.

In the early morning, the pale golden sunlight evenly sprinkled on the ground, obliquely passing through the glass floor-to-ceiling windows of a beverage shop, and landing on the small white round table by the window.

Two steaming drinks of light blue were placed on the table, slowly emitting a faint creamy aroma.

There were two people sitting at the table, a waist-length red-haired man with brown leather armor and leather pants, and a two-handed sword hanging from his waist. He has a slender body and looks to be in his twenties, with a small black beard on his chin.

The other person was a woman, dressed in white close-fitting leather armor, outlining the curves of her figure, and her black hair was scattered casually on her shoulders, which was the favorite hairstyle of aristocratic ladies. He has a fair complexion, cold and delicate facial features, and is only about twenty years old.

But the woman's expression was unusually cold.

"After many years, I still can't help but feel the urge to beat you up when I see you again. ”

"As for it?" Angre smiled and took a sip of his drink. "I didn't expect you to come so far to open a beverage shop. Mass City is a few months away from the original town, even if it is my footsteps, and it is already on the border of the kingdom. Looks like you're holding a grudge against me."

"I still remember this kind of life when I was thrown around as a defensive magic weapon by you, when there is danger, when there is a good thing, I still remember this kind of life" Brigitte still thinks about it now, and there is still a trace of gloom on her face.

"What a beautiful old day," Anglie sighed.

Click!

The glass slowly cracked in Brigitte's hand.

She took a few deep breaths and slowly suppressed the anger in her heart. "Tell me, what's the matter with me this time?"

"Help me give this to my mother, Vivi, and the descendants of my family on the West Coast. Angliel took off the black bag he was carrying and pushed it on the table.

"It's not an easy job. Brigitte had a headache, "Do you dare to go any further on the West Coast?"

"You're the one I trust the most!" Anglie patted Brigitte on the shoulder, "only you can do that." I was going to find Turin, but he couldn't come with me. (To be continued.) )