Hearing Forth's words, Lawrence showed an undisguised look of disappointment in his eyes, pinched his forehead and said:

"It's a shame, I can't understand why Lisa didn't contact me in those years."

"She didn't mention your name, and was vaguely unhappy with Mr. Robero's relatives."

Furth replied calmly, without comfort or explanation.

Lawrence was silent for a moment and said:

"Thank you for telling me, it made me understand something."

"By the way, where are Lauboro and Lisa buried."

"Grimm Cemetery."

"That's right."

Lawrence's eyes darkened, and he didn't know what was in mind.

Foirth propped his chin on one hand and stirred the coffee with a spoon with the other.

Her eyes wandered to look out the window, but suddenly caught a familiar figure.

Firth's eyes moved slightly, and she saw the other party's face. Although she only had half of her face, she instantly recognized the other party, it was Ember.

He was standing on the side of the road looking down at a newspaper, frowning for some reason.

"Mr. Lawrence, I have something to do, and it's time for me to leave."

With a gleam of joy in his eyes, Furth put down his hand supporting his chin and said to Lawrence as he got up.

On the main road, Ember was looking down at the newspaper when a faint fragrance came to the tip of his nose.

At the same time, there was a girl's crisp and gentle voice.

"When did you come back?"

Ember looked up, only to see Firth standing in front of him, and when she saw Ember cast a gaze, she also deliberately blinked playfully.

"I arrived in Port Pletz this morning and returned to Beckland at two o'clock in the afternoon."

Ember casually explained, "Do you know that old gentleman well?" ”

"Nope."

Furth shook his head, hesitated for a moment and came closer, and said in a low voice, "He claims to be Lawrence Nord, and he is an old acquaintance of Mrs. Ann Lisa's husband, Mr. Lauboro, and this time he has come specifically to find them, but I suspect that he and Mr. Laubro are secret members of a certain family. ”

"So coincidentally?"

Ember raised an eyebrow, a look of surprise.

Is this a real-world application of the law of aggregation of extraordinary properties?

"Qiao?"

Firth's eyes were a little confused, as if he couldn't quite understand the meaning of Ember's words.

"They may be from the Abrahamic family."

Ember explained as simply as possible, "And they have all the potion recipes for the 'apprentice' path, and if they want to continue to be promoted, they will inevitably be involved with the Abraham family." ”

"Potion recipe?"

Furth's expression immediately became serious.

She didn't know anything about the Abrahamic family, but the importance of the potion formula was self-evident.

Although she had no ambitions, she never thought that she would one day become a demigod or anything.

But these potion recipes meant a lot to Ember.

"Then wouldn't there be demigods in this family?"

Furth couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

The ancient family that has been passed down to the Quaternary period has been at least one or two thousand years old.

Coupled with the fact that they also have mastered the complete 'apprentice' path, it is not surprising that there are a few demigods.

"Impossible."

Ember denied without hesitation, "The members of the Abraham family are just like you, and it is difficult for them to become extraordinary because of their babbling, let alone become powerful extraordinary. ”

"Whispering?"

Firth immediately thought of the curse on himself, and immediately understood why Ember said it was impossible.

If you are cursed once you become extraordinary, I am afraid that the people of this family will not last long at all.

Like Foirth herself, she barely managed to hold on for more than a year before she almost lost control.

If Ember hadn't helped her solve the curse twice, and then met Mr. Fool, she could have avoided the curse by praying to Mr. Fool on the night of the full moon.

I'm afraid she's now mutated into an ugly monster because she's out of control!

Under the torture of babbling, it is a luxury for them to even become alive.

Not to mention becoming a high-level extraordinary?

"That ......"

Fur thought for a moment and hesitated, "Shall I go back and have a good talk with him?" ”

While you don't expect to gain the trust of the other person in a one- or two-sentence conversation, it doesn't hurt to do so at least.

"No, it's suspicious, let it be."

Ember was a little moved, but chose to refuse.

Inexplicable tricks will almost only make the other party suspicious, but it will backfire.

And this Mr. Lawrence doesn't look like he's in power, he just looks like an ordinary old man in his twilight. There's no need to get close, just send someone to follow Mr. Lawrence.

Follow him, and you will always find other members of Abraham's family.

"It's nice to be young."

Lawrence looked out the window at the young men and women with a hint of nostalgia in his eyes.

I don't know what came to mind, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but it quickly turned bitter again.

Since the curse has been unstoppably spreading in the family bloodline.

The Abrahamic family was forced to split up and scattered around the world as small families.

As a result, the Elders' control over family members was reduced to a minimum, and a large number of Abrahams were reluctant to be promoted in order to avoid the effects of the curse, and remained at Sequence 8 or Sequence 9.

There are even some people who will not try to become extraordinary in their lifetime because of the existence of the curse. I just want to be an ordinary person with a certain amount of knowledge and wealth, and live my life peacefully and beautifully.

Finally, they found a way to bypass the curse -

Imitate the master-apprentice inheritance system of the life school and train non-family members. It is hoped that after they are promoted to the high ranks, they can in turn help Abraham solve the curse that has existed for 1,600 years.

However.

When these people were still weak, they treated Abraham as a teacher.

Soon, the strength of these 'apprentices' grew rapidly under the accumulation of playing methods and a large amount of resources.

At the same time, however, their mindset has changed.

The 'apprentices' who have become the middle sequence of the extraordinary completely face the 'teacher' who only has a low sequence and is not even an extraordinary person, and completely loses the last trace of awe.

They were like a pack of immature wolf cubs, and when they grew up, instead of being grateful, they turned back on the Abrahams at great speed.

Obviously, it was the Abraham family who gave them the potion that led them into the world of the extraordinary, and even taught them all kinds of resources without reservation.

But they were still not satisfied, they did not have the slightest gratitude for this, but only felt that their strength did not match the position they had gained within the Abrahamic family.

They began to seek higher power, and began to plot the powerful seals of the House of Abraham.

Faced with these powerful 'apprentices', Abraham chose to compromise.

But this still did not satisfy the 'apprentices'.

In order to steal Abraham's property, they even did not hesitate to attract the Aurora Society!

It was undoubtedly a catastrophe, a catastrophe that almost led to Abraham's extinction.

In this catastrophe, the upper echelons of Abraham's family were nearly wiped out.

More than half of the already small number of powerful seals were lost, and only three remained.

Lawrence's brother, Richard, and all of his children, died in that disaster—

Killed by the hands of the disciples whom Abraham had cultivated and trusted.

After that catastrophe, the House of Abraham rebuilt the Presbyterian Church, and they reflected on their past behavior.

But because he couldn't find a solution to the problem, he almost fell into despair.

Family members become extraordinary, tormented by curses.

Once out of control, it may lead to the death of a large number of family members.

It was almost impossible for them to become mid-rank extraordinaires, let alone high-order extraordinaries at the demigod level.

And the evil consequences of cultivating non-family members, they have already eaten it once and don't want to eat it a second time.

But if you don't do anything.

They will only gradually dissipate into history because of the decaying family.

Lawrence did not want to face this desperate and oppressive atmosphere, so he chose to leave the family.

His body is too old, and his life is like a candle in the wind.

He's dying.

Maybe next month, maybe next week, maybe tomorrow, I don't know when he will die quietly.

He wanted to see his few surviving family members before he died.

Beckland was his last stop.

But the result he got was only disappointment and despair, and his father was left to live alone.

He was nearly eighty years old, and after his death his own line would be completely extinguished.

Just thinking about this, he was sad and unstoppable.

What pained him the most was that he couldn't see the hope of revenge, and he couldn't see the dawn of the family's glory reappearing.

Before he died, he wanted to do something.

For the sake of the family, but also for himself.

But what could he do?

Lawrence took a sip of coffee on the table, but his eyes became more and more confused and helpless.

……

On the streets of Birningham Road, Ember and Furth walked side by side on their way home, frequently causing passers-by to turn back. 、

But they didn't have any communication, but invariably chose to be silent.

Until they returned to their house at 117 Birningham Road.

Ember passed through the door, and the furnishings of the living room remained the same as before, unchanged.

"Can't you open the door with the key?"

Furth reluctantly walked through the door with him and complained.

"I didn't have a key."

Ember said calmly.

Furth rolled his eyes, too lazy to bother with him.

Directly on the soft sofa, Meimei hugged the soft pillow and made a refreshing sound.

"Ah~"

"Where is Hugh now?"

Ember asked.

"Don't you know her yet?"

"Hugh always stays in the East End during the day, and sometimes even at night. She used to be able to digest the 'Arbiter' potion in this way, and now she can also digest the 'Sheriff' potion in this way. ”

"If it goes on like this, I feel like she'll be able to completely digest the 'sheriff' potion in a month."

"Isn't that a good thing?"

Ember asked rhetorically when he saw Furth's grumbling face.

"What's good?"

Firth muttered quietly, "How about the potion digested faster?" We're just ordinary people, what's the use of being so strong? ”

"That's why you've been messing around?"

Ember ignored Firth's complaints, and asked rhetorically.

“……”

Furth blushed and argued, "Can this be called a?" It's just a clear self-awareness, and I don't have much desire to become stronger. After all, no matter how strong you become, you can't become a demigod. ”

"And the role of the 'master of tricks' is not so easy, I tried the method you said and wrote a book with the 'master of tricks' as the main character. Although the sales are not too bad, the progress of the digestion of the potion has not been stagnant. ”

"It's not reliable at all, it's useless."

"The only way to do it is to go to the circus to do tricks to digest potions, but you can't expect me to busker anyway, right?"

She is also a former clinic doctor and now a best-selling author, earning nearly a thousand pounds a year!

Although it is not as good as those big aristocrats, it is already considered to be the top group of people in the middle class.

Even if it's to digest potions, there's no way she's going to perform!

No way!

"Do you really think so?"

Ember shook his head and sighed softly after hearing Firth's words.

"Then what else."

Furth asked rhetorically.

"You're afraid you won't have any money."

Ember said lightly.

"I ......"

Firth looked a little evasive, but Ember didn't give her a chance to quibble.

"Yes or no?"

Furth opened his mouth, and the next second, as if he was completely deflated, he got up from the sofa and sat up straight, and said to himself,

"What can I do! A Sequence 7 costs at least 2,000 pounds, where do I get so much money! ”

Hugh's potion digested quickly.

But no matter how fast her potion is digested, isn't it still useless if she has no money?

Potion digestion is one thing, but promotion is another.

After all, they are just wild extraordinaires, unlike the official extraordinaries in the system, as long as they accumulate enough contributions, they can get potions for free while receiving a high salary.

As a wild extraordinary, you have to buy the potion recipe yourself, and you have to buy the extraordinary materials for the potion to prepare it.

For example, the Sequence 8 potion recipe costs 400 pounds, and the premium can even reach 450 pounds.

But if you add in the cost of buying the main material, it will cost at least £1,000 to complete the promotion!

And the Sequence 7 potion recipe will only be more expensive, at least £800.

The main material for Sequence 7 to prepare potions usually costs between £600 and £700.

Even if you calculate it at 600 pounds, you need at least 2,000 pounds in total!

Any slight premium will be completely beyond their ability to deposit!

Foirth is quite rich.

As a well-known best-selling author, her savings were originally in the early four figures.

Hugh was even worse, even though she had a very good reputation in the East End.

But she had less than five hundred pounds in savings.

Even the extraordinary characteristics of the sheriff were paid for by Furth.

And it was precisely because of the successive purchases of the 'Master of Tricks' and 'Sheriff' potion recipes, as well as the corresponding potions, that their savings were almost depleted.

Although he also made a lot of money during this time, it added up to less than five hundred pounds.

I can't afford to buy a potion recipe.

The only way to support one of them is to sell this house-

Houses in Hilston are still expensive, worth at least £2,500.

With a deposit of £500, £3,000 could safely support one of them to complete the promotion.

But only one person.

If Furth is promoted, Hugh will have to watch.

But as Furth said.

She doesn't have much of an obsession with getting stronger.

But Hugh is different.

She must find out the truth about her father's 'treason' as soon as possible and clear her father's wrongs.

And this inevitably requires strong strength as a guarantee.

Foirth would have been promoted to Sequence 8 faster than Hugh, if she had also strictly followed the rules of the Acting Act.

She would only finish digesting potions faster than Hugh.

That way, she would have a chance to be promoted before Hugh.

But it also blocked Hugh's promotion opportunities in disguise.

So she would rather choose to put it on the spur, so that Hugh could finish the digestion of the potion more quickly.

And it's not easy to arouse Hugh's suspicions—

Anyway, she was originally such a character, even if she had been salting fish Xiu, she could only sigh helplessly, and she would not suspect that she was intentional at all.

After all.

"Hugh's brain is really not very good."

Furth said earnestly.

"Bang!"

"Furth!"

The door to the room on the second floor was suddenly opened, and a petite figure appeared in the corridor on the second floor, accompanied by the girl's angry reprimand.

She was quite impressed.

But when she heard Furth say that her brain was not good, she couldn't help it!

"Huh?!"

Furth was dumbfounded, and looked at Ember in disbelief.

The other party looked calm and didn't even raise his head, obviously knowing that Hugh was at home from the beginning.

That's right, too.

With his strength, how could he not even know that there was someone hidden in the family?

No wonder he would go straight through the door instead of choosing to open the door honestly.

Because if that's the case, Hugh will definitely come out to greet him when he hears the movement.

"You count me!"

Firth looked grief-stricken, she never thought that Ember would calculate herself!

Still in her house!

"How can this be called calculation?"

In the face of Furth's questioning, Ember did not blush and his heart did not beat, and said calmly, "And instead of caring about this, you still have to think about how to explain to Hugh......

"Bang!"

Before he could finish speaking, Hugh jumped straight down from the stairs and threw Firth on the couch.

"Yes... I'm sorry, okay! No, don't, don't do that kind of thing!"

"Hugh, don't, it won't work there... Ahhh

Firth, who had no strength to laugh at Hugh's hand, quickly disarmed and surrendered, his body twitching and shaking for the same reason, and his eyes stuck out his tongue blankly, revealing a black expression.

"Do you dare to hide it from me next time?!"

Hugh waited for a while to make Firth come to his senses, but he still refused to let her go, pulling Firth's cheeks on both sides, and he didn't have a good airway.

"Wo... No... Dare ......"

Furth struggled and slapped Hugh's hands, wanting to cry without tears.

Obviously she was well-intentioned!

Why does it make her feel like she's done something heinous now?

"Really, I came back early to celebrate your birthday."

Hugh pulled at Firth's cheek with a huff, but finally let her go because of distress.

While she does have a desire to become stronger, is she the kind of person who will do whatever it takes to get promoted, even at the cost of spending her friends' savings?

If that's the case, then she'd rather stay in Sequence 8 for the rest of her life!

What's more, what about Sequence 8?

Isn't Sequence 8 supposed to investigate the truth of the year?

"Birthday?"

Firth was stunned for a moment, then muttered in a low voice.

yes, it seems like it's her birthday.

But it's been so long since her last birthday, she's almost forgotten about it.

Furth pursed her lips, not letting her emotions shine.

(End of chapter)