With a loud bang, Melda whipped the dust off her body and emerged from the Estes family's ancestral home in Penwis County, England.

The Estes family has ancestral homes all over Europe. Although some have fallen into disrepair or have simply disappeared into the long river of history, the United Kingdom, as the most important country for family investment, is the United Kingdom.

The ancestral house here is still well preserved, and of course there are some problems with the houses that have not been inhabited for many years.

The dust in the room was scattered, and Melda couldn't even open his eyes, how much he wanted to cast a spell at this moment, but unfortunately, no matter how much he recited the cleansing charm, the wand in his hand was only a faint breeze, which had no effect at all compared to the dust that filled the room.

Melda picked up the wand in his hand and looked at it for a long time, really, when he heard the old headmaster talk about the treasures left by his ancestors, he really felt like the protagonist of a novel for a moment, and he had the opportunity to go to the top of the world.

But now that he, the future world peak, can't even release a simple cleansing spell, it's ridiculous to think about it.

This reminded him of the conversation he had just had with the portraits of the principals.

"No one can deny the sparkling achievements of Mr. Accra in magic."

"In those chaotic times, Mr. Accra was undoubtedly the guiding light of countless spellcasters."

"He pioneered many, even subversive, theories, which eventually became schools of magic, such as Plastics, Summoning, Elementals, Protection, Prophecy, Illusion, Magical Engineering, Materials, and so on."

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"Hey." After sighing lightly, Melda couldn't help but feel even more lost, how powerful his ancestors were, then how wasteful he is now.

Then he turned and headed for the basement. He didn't have any intention of cleaning the dusty old house.

If it's dusty, it's dusty.

"Squeak!"

The edges of the wooden doors seemed to be rotten, and it took some effort for Melda to pull the doors open. It was much more tiring than the last time he pushed it out of here.

The moment the door was opened, a foul smell mixed with a strong musty smell came out, and with the disgusting smell, Melda walked step by step into the sludge-filled basement.

"Tick, tick." The interior of the basement is extremely water-vapor. The walls, the floor, were filled with a viscous dark green liquid. Even if Melda stopped and listened closely, the interior of the walls was filled with small sounds.

It should be termites, and it seems that this old mansion that no one has lived in for thirty years has already been a gathering place for some dark magical animals.

Melda tread on a disgusting slime, and her steps grew faster and faster. The aisle was not very long, and after only a corner, he came to the destination of his trip.

At the end of the road was a statue with a blue background, a very beautiful stone statue, and although its surface was already covered with dust, the patterns carved on it were still clear.

It was a tower carved in the middle, and on the top of the tower was a pattern that resembled a book, and it was buckled upside down directly above the tower in the opposite direction. The whole statue takes the shape of a rose, and the petals have extremely ancient words, if there is a master of magic patterns or a naturalist at this moment, you will definitely be able to recognize the meaning of this magic pattern.

Magic is in the heart.

"The magic is in the heart." Looking at the rather spectacular statue in front of her, Melda whispered.

'Magic is in the heart' is the motto of the Estes family. As the heirs of the Estes family, the Corris family often carved this phrase on other artworks to highlight their family's long history.

Melda didn't care about the family history, and the reason why he came here is simple, because this statue is not just a simple statue, it is a portkey that connects the English mansion to the French ancestral house.

"Whew!" Melda blew sharply into the statue, then quickly covered her mouth and nose. Wait for the dust to drift away.

After that, he stretched out his hands and grabbed the statue vigorously, muttering obscure language in his mouth.

That was the original pronunciation of the ancient magic pattern, and the phrase meant: "Magic is in the heart." ”

"Touching !!"

For a moment, Melda felt that the world was spinning, and it seemed as if he had been forced into some kind of pipe. In the intricate pipes, he was squeezed by various stretches.

For a moment Melda couldn't even feel her body, it was an unforgettable experience, but fortunately, it wasn't very long, and after a few tens of seconds he felt like he was being thrown out. When he came back to his senses, he realized that he had returned to his old house in the French town of Franche.

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"Oh! It seems that you have received. As soon as Melda arrived at the ancestral house with her front foot, she heard a faint male voice suddenly sound behind her.

"Who?" Melda hurriedly turned around, only to see a green mist suddenly appear in front of him, and the mist continued to surge and slowly floated to his side, and then turned into an old man.

"Who are you? How did you get in? "This is Estes' ancestral home, though most of the defensive magic has failed. But it's not just any wizard who can just come in.

"I understand that you must have a lot of doubts right now, but I don't have much time to answer all your questions. So..."It was a slightly pale and handsome face, looking a little thin, with gray hair and a slightly bulging back, all on the surface of the old man's old age.

"So, instead of me, why don't you go and see for yourself."

With that, the old man reached out and tapped Melda's forehead, and suddenly he felt a large number of memories rush into his brain.

"Ahh Melda screamed in pain, and in an instant, a massive amount of memories flooded into his brain, several times stronger than the pain he caused when he fused them through time. This is the mutilated memory of an old man for nearly a hundred years.

Melda felt as if her head was about to explode.

In that complicated memory, he seems to be named Estes Wilgaraya, a magician born in a certain frontier land, and by chance joined the most prosperous magic organization in the entire continent, the Tower of Dawn, and many years later, when he studied magic again, not only did the magic equipment suddenly go out of control, but he also came to this world alone in an explosion.

"Estes Wilgaraya?"

"Accra Estes?"

Melda endured the pain and roared out the two names.

"Looks like you've seen it." After speaking, the old man reached out and tapped Melda's eyebrows again.

Suddenly, it was like a hurricane hanging in the ancestral house, and majestic magic poured out from the floor at Melda's feet.

As the magic gradually increased, the walls of the ancestral house began to crack slightly, and then shattered and turned into ashes.

The magic leveled the entire ancestral mansion to the ground.

In the dazzling blue light, a huge magic circle rose into the sky. A complex pattern of magic patterns then appeared, obscuring the entire sky.