"Mr. Ander...... Long time no see. Cesare was tempted to take some time to catch up with his family when he saw him again, but his throat did not support him at the moment, and he continued to make a shriveled and hoarse sound.

"Have you ever seen a red-haired girl... She came with me. ”

"You mean the youngest daughter of the Laurien family, I did think that when you came back, you might be the age to get married, but I didn't expect it to go so well, and I was worried that your withdrawn personality since childhood would not be popular with the female classmates at school."

Despite the maturity of Mr. Indel's voice, Cesare did not respond to his speculation.

The atmosphere was silent, and Mr. Ander's expression was puzzled.

"So you traveled all the way to bring Miss Laurien's daughter back to our house, but there was no relationship between you that we suspected, just the friendship between classmates that made the girl accompany you back here?

Mr. Endel frowned, and folded his arms over his chest in a very troubled look.

"Well... It's your own business after all. But don't worry, since we found you, we won't be dead to your friend, and the place where she is placed is much better than yours. ”

"Can I meet her......" Cesare asked weakly, and Ander shrugged his shoulders.

"I'm sorry kid, you also know what happened to you, and it's for your own good to keep you here. Whereas... Anya: yes? Things were even more troublesome for that girl. ”

He sighed, "She's seen too many of our family's secrets, and you both have to stay in your room until we make a better decision." ”

Mr. Endel said, looking around again. "If this is a room... I'll find a way to make your stay more comfortable, are you hungry right now? Or thirsty? ”

Cesare shook his head slightly, the slashing pain in his throat that made him lose his appetite.

Strange to say, although I don't know how long I passed out, I still don't feel hungry or thirsty, as if many of my body's instinctive senses have disappeared.

Finally back at the castle, Cesare wanted to figure it all out. He adjusted his mind, holding back the pain in his throat and trying to make his voice clearer.

"Mr. Endel, may I ask some questions...... About what you've been hiding, the family's secrets...... And what exactly happened to me? ”

As soon as Cesare's question was raised, Mr. Ander's eyes instantly became hesitant, and his mouth, which was about to open, slowly closed hesitantly.

"Hmm...... It's not that simple to explain. With his hands in his pockets behind his back, the tangled figure walked back and forth in front of Cesare.

"But you can't keep it a secret from me." Cesare sat with his back against the wall, chained as if a mad elephant was tied to him, and he looked up at Mr. Andre calmly.

"You're tying me up because I'm going to be a monster, right? What the hell are those monsters...... And what is mycelium? How long will I live......"

Mr. Ander gasped and closed his eyes in contemplation, his brows furrowed tightly together, and then he opened them as determined as if suddenly relieved.

"Well, Cesare, you're an older child, and now you're clearly involved as a member of the Hunyadi family, you do have a right to know the truth." Rather than communicating with Cesare, Ander's words were more like convincing himself.

From his pocket, Mr. Endel pulled out a finger-thick glass tube, cylindrical in shape, with a hemispherical closure at the bottom and a metal plug at the top.

There were a few strands of black wriggling inside the glass tube, and Cesare squinted his eyes to see that it was the mycelium he had been familiar with on this journey.

A few strands of hyphae wriggled slowly in the tube, twisting their bodies like tiny snakes and crawling on the glass walls of the tube.

The mycelium looks soft and elastic, sometimes stretching and sometimes contracting, and like tentacles swimming in water, I don't know if it is because they are trapped in the glass, these hyphae look slightly yellowing and showing signs of withering.

"Sure enough, the family knows about those mycelial monsters......" Cesare said with a sigh. Why do you keep hiding it from me? ”

"Because of the danger." Mr. Ander said bluntly. "Before you explain these things, Cesare, do you know the principles of magic?"

"By drawing on the magic of surface flow... And then through the shaping of the human will, the final formation of the phenomenon? This is how the teachers in St. Calliu taught.

As for what exactly magic is...... All I know is that it is colorless and tasteless, and that it is blasphemous to speculate biblically about great magic......"

"Just listen to blasphemy or something, and most of the things that the church is determined to do are written into the book by daydreaming about yourself." Mr. Endel shook his head and rolled his eyes.

"The real reason is that our current understanding is simply not enough to fully interpret the existence of magic." Mr. Anderson walked towards Cesare.

He bent down and leaned the glass tube closer, and the mycelium inside gradually became more and more active as if sensing Cesare's presence, jumping and tumbling as hard as he could.

Squirming at high speed towards the glass close to Cesare's side, but it was also useless, and there were too few of them to break it.

Mr. Indel's expression was serious, and he continued.

"I've been researching the relationship between magic and mutated hyphae for years, and I've discovered a lot of textbook inaccuracies along the way.

For example, magic doesn't just stay on the surface of the earth, I've looked through many forbidden ancient magic books, and found that humans in the past didn't draw magic from the earth, but... From the air. ”

"In the air? But there's no magic in the air... Anyone who has ever used magic knows this. Cesare continued to ask, puzzled.

"Yes, we live in a time when magic doesn't exist in the air, but that doesn't mean it didn't exist, if I'm not mistaken......"

After a slight pause in his tone, Mr. Ander set the glass tube aside, and instead took out an old, yellowed pamphlet from his bosom, identical in style and appearance to the one Ilona had used to record the changes in Cesare's body.

Habitually licking his fingers, he turned the pamphlet to a page accurately.