Avignon is a city in southeastern France, which in the 14th century was the residence of the papacy, and it can be said that at that time, it was one of the centers of the Holy See.

With the decline of the Holy See, it gradually declined, and except for some Muggles who often visited the area, it was no longer able to see its original prosperity.

When Weston set foot on this land, he truly felt that time was the greatest power in the world!

Under the sunset, the whole ancient city full of Gothic style seems silent and full of historical aftertaste, and after the breeze caresses, a sadness arises spontaneously from the bottom of my heart.

"Your grandmother's house is here?" Weston turned his head and asked Fleur, who was traveling with him.

"It's our grandmother's house!" Fleur corrected it first, and then continued, "Grandma's house is not here, but outside the city, you just come along!" ”

Weston shrugged his shoulders and followed Fleur forward, admiring the small old city that had been around since the twelfth century as he went.

After passing a short old bridge, the two walked for a while and came to the outskirts. After walking for a while, Weston raised an eyebrow and stared straight at the jungle to the left.

"Hey, it looks like you found out?" Fleur looked at Weston with some surprise.

Weston nodded, then shook his head again, "No, I didn't find anything!" It's just that there are traces of magic here! ”

With the improvement of Weston's magic and the progress of magic, many traces of magic can no longer be hidden from him, just like Nicol often says: "Any magic will have traces, no matter how perfect!" ”

Now, he could already feel the seemingly non-existent magic fluctuations coming from the jungle.

"Yes, this is it! This is my grandmother's tribe! Fleur nodded with satisfaction and said happily.

Weston nodded, a look of anticipation on his face. Regardless of the rest, this hidden method alone has already given him a lot of inspiration, so to speak, this is not in vain.

Without saying hello to Fleur, Weston walked towards the jungle.

Fleur followed closely behind Weston, watching Weston's movements, and her beautiful eyes inadvertently showed a hint of anticipation and fun, as if she ...... Want to see Weston make a fool of himself?

Weston naturally didn't know Fleur's plans, and when he came to the edge of the jungle, the fluctuation of the magic power could already be said to be very clear.

Weston tentatively stretched out a hand and slowly leaned forward, then touched a magical barrier that felt like the surface of water.

Well? It seems like...... Can it go deeper? Weston was a little puzzled, but the movements of his hand did not slow down, and with a slight force, his hand reached in, and then the whole person walked in.

"This ...... How is this possible? Fleur couldn't help but exclaim softly, her eyes full of incredulity. She hastened to follow, and walked in as if she were familiar with the road, and saw Weston looking around.

"How did you do that?" Fleur asked in surprise.

"What?" Weston didn't understand what Fleur meant, and looked at her with some confusion.

"There's a magical interception here!" Fleur said so.

"I know this, didn't there be a magical barrier just now?" Weston raised an eyebrow, "It's just that it doesn't seem to be of any use!" I guess it's Muggle guarding, right? ”

"Not really!" Fleur wrinkled, "Grandma said that if you don't have Meiwa blood, you won't be able to enter at all!" Unless it's led by someone with Meiwa blood! ”

"Could it be that you are also a half-breed?" Fleur looked Weston up and down, guessing in a quizzling tone.

I'm also a mixed race? Weston was stunned for a moment, then shook his head amusedly: "How is it possible! If I'm a mixed breed, at least there will be a mixed breed of girls! Do you think I have it? ”

Fleur looked at Weston again, and there really was no difference.

You know, the hybrids will have some different characteristics, at least the hair will be silver, and, throughout the history of magic, you will find that all the hybrids of the doll and humans are female, without any exceptions.

Thinking of this, Fleur was also a little confused, and she didn't know what the situation was.

Weston didn't think about it that much, mainly because he couldn't think of it either. The speculation about his identity has not been a day or two, but now there is still no result, and Weston has given up.

However, what is certain is that he is definitely not a half-breed.

"Forget it, don't guess!" Weston looked at Fleur still racking her brains and thought, and couldn't help but be a little amused, "Anyway, I won't guess anything now, why don't you ask your grandmother?" ”

"Perhaps, what will she know?"

"Grandma is not old!" Fleur subconsciously retorted, but looking at Weston's indifferent appearance, she only said, "If you see it, you'll know!" ”

After saying that, Fleur led the way in front with some anger.

Weston didn't know what was wrong with Fleur, so he smiled wryly and touched his nose and quickly followed.

After walking in the woods for a while, I walked out of this jungle, and my eyes suddenly opened up.

At this time, the sunset has not completely set, and a lake not far away looks golden under the reflection of the setting sun, and the breeze has driven some fallen leaves, gently skimming over the lake, bringing up layers of golden waves.

On the edge of the lake, a white deer is drinking water, and from time to time it makes a "yo-yo" sound, adding a bit of life to the place.

"It's beautiful—" Weston was a little intoxicated.

"Of course! This is the most beautiful place in the Meiwa tribe! Fleur said with some pride, "Although I have watched it more than once, I always feel that I can't see enough!" ”

Weston nodded repeatedly, agreeing with Fleur's words.

This scene, even a big man thinks he is very beautiful, let alone attractive to women.

"Look there!" Hibiscus one in front.

Weston followed Fleur's direction and looked intently—there were treehouses and vines, and some white-clad girls were playing on them.

It is worthy of being known as the "Moonlight Fairy", it is so beautiful! Weston secretly admired.

"Let's go!" Fleur subconsciously grabbed Weston's arm and walked in the direction of the treehouse, shouting as she went:

"Grandma, we're coming to see you!"

"Little Hibiscus?" A beautiful girl poked her head out of a study room, her eyes full of surprise.

I'll go, this is Fleur's grandmother? Weston was shocked, this is clearly the old witch!

He suddenly understood why Fleur said that his grandmother was young, and looking at the two daughters hugging each other, Weston felt that even if it was two sisters, it was not too much at all!

Thinking of this, Weston couldn't help but cry and laugh.

Coincidentally, this Meiwa looked over and looked at him with a smile......