Little Lithop walked briskly into the study of Southtown Manor and raised his hand to beckon a manservant.

"Go and invite Your Excellency Gold and Your Excellency Rashid at once, and say that I have something extremely important!"

Little Lithop said with a serious face.

The manservant sprang into action immediately.

And when the valet left, little Lithop's breathing began to rapid.

A sharp headache irritated the lord's son.

"I wasn't wrong!

Not me!

My loving father told me that it was the Dead Poets Society that was wrong! ”

Little Lithop propped her hand on the desk, and couldn't help but mumble in her mouth.

And with such a murmur, the headache quickly subsided.

When he reaffirmed that everything was wrong with the 'Death Poets Society', the headache disappeared completely, and only a sense of comfort from the inside out remained.

It's like feeling refreshed after a good night's sleep.

It is also a sense of vitality that is full of energy throughout the body.

"'Dead Poets Society'!

They even provoked Hill and his son to assassinate me and my father!

My father died in your despicable ways, but I survived—a loving father who not only saved me, but also guided me!

I'm going to make you pay! ”

Little Lithop's eyes were red, his fists slammed the table, and he gritted his teeth and roared.

Then, the son of the lord quickly calmed down.

He knew very well what the Dead Poets Society was like.

In his current case, it is impossible to cope.

Gotta arm yourself!

You have to make yourself strong!

Little Lithop immediately walked to the bookshelf to the side, pulled out one of the books, and reached inside and pressed it.

Click!

With a crisp sound, the springs turn.

Immediately, one side of the bookshelf slowly moved forward, and a gap appeared large enough for a person to pass through.

Little Lisopmai stepped inside.

Here is his father's collection.

Or rather......

The heritage of the Lisopp family.

A large number of books on the mystical side, some of which introduce some secrets, and more of which are those special knowledge, including but not limited to secret arts, rituals, and so on.

However, this is not the purpose of Little Lithop's trip.

What he needed was something more immediate -

Reels & Items!

If it had been before, he wouldn't have hit the idea of these things.

Even if the Lisopp family is in absolute crisis.

Because, he can't use it.

His father was a meritorious nobleman and did not have a real 'blood gift'.

He was the same.

The collection was for his sons and daughters.

But just now, when he witnessed his father's assassination and was about to collapse, the 'loving father' blessed him, and the words of the 'loving father' comforted him, made him know what to do again, and gave him some 'talent'.

Why does he know this?

His instincts...... No, according to the 'mystical side', it was the Spirit who told him.

He wasn't sure.

So, he wanted to give it a try.

Little Lithop walked briskly forward, to the equipment cabinet where his father had stored the scrolls and props.

Opening a drawer, little Lithop pulled out a scroll.

Sensing the activity, a flash of joy appeared on little Lithop's face.

"It's different!

It's different! ”

The son of the lord muttered in a low voice, he had been in contact with before, and it was lifeless.

And now?

He can really use it.

It's not the kind of scrolls and props that can be used by ordinary people, but the scroll props used by 'talented' in the true sense.

The former is more precious and mostly boutique.

The latter, although common, is not inferior in power.

For the Lisopp family, the former is more expensive and does not conform to the 'nobility', so the latter is the point - of course, little Lisop knows very well that the former is expensive enough.

But now it's different.

He can use these scrolls and props normally.

It's just that......

"Father!"

Little Lithop had a sad look on his face, but his immediate expression changed to firmness.

He lost his father, but he still has a loving father!

Thinking of this, little Lithop immediately took action.

He first removed a waistcoat from a drawer in the upper layer of the cabinet and put it on his body—a vest that would provide effective protection for the wearer and hold a large number of scrolls, all of which would fit into a pocket on the lower left side, but only scrolls, and nothing else.

But that's amazing enough.

Little Lithop filled 273 scrolls of various types into it, and when he found that the pockets were not bulging in the slightest, he sighed at the magic.

He then picked up the two coins in the penultimate drawer.

A copper coin.

A silver coin.

Copper coins are rumored imitations of thirteen copper coins that allow the bearer to have blast-level protection.

The silver coin is struck in imitation of the rumored seven silver coins, which can protect the bearer from the influence of mystical minds and illusions.

Two coins, little Lithop in the pocket on the lower right side of the waistcoat.

He then took out the two rings on the penultimate floor of the cabinet.

A ring, set with rubies, that can shoot powerful fireballs.

A ring, all over brass, with a pair of small wings engraved on it, can make a short flight.

"The safe zone is the index finger and little finger!"

Little Lithop muttered and put two rings on the index finger and little finger of his left hand.

With his right hand, he removed the long box from the top of the cabinet.

Inside was a long sword.

The sword is a broad-edged half-sword, with a leather twist around the hilt, a diamond at the bottom of the counterweight, and a sheath dominated by oak and wrapped in leather.

It is a longsword that pervades the style of the end of the Holy Empire, the early Silver Age.

Introverted but luxurious.

Of course, Little Lithop is more concerned about the sharpness of this long sword and its ability to release sword energy.

Although he can only release three sword qi in a short period of time, and after releasing it, he needs to supplement it with secret art or gold, but for him who is good at swordsmanship, there is nothing more suitable than this long sword.

The original saber, little Lithop did not drop it.

This is also a 'sharp weapon' level long sword, which is quite rare, so little Lithop put the original saber on the other side of his waist.

Then, he put his hands on the hilts of the two long swords, and took a deep breath—

"Bless me, dear father!"

In the eyes of little Lithop, even if he is fully armed at the moment, he still cannot compare to the guidance of his 'loving father'.

Only under the guidance of the 'loving father' will his heart be firm and not confused.

So, after another prayer, little Lisop stepped out of the chamber.

The lights in the chamber slowly went out.

And in the study outside the secret room, little Lithop waited quietly with a resolute face.

About four or five minutes later, Gold, the head of the Lithop family's guard and master swordsmanship, arrived first.

This is a middle-aged man, the family has been in the military since the grandfather's generation, and he has risen to prominence at a young age, but unfortunately he has no noble blood and cannot get the treatment he deserves.

The hundred-man guard team trained by his own hands is an indispensable escort force for the Lisopp family.

And his own swordsmanship is admired by most people.

Of course, the most commendable thing is Gold's responsible, conscientious and loyal attitude.

When he saw little Lisop with a serious face, but did not find Lisopp, the chief guard and swordsman had doubts in his heart, but he still stood beside little Lisop with respect, quietly waiting for the hunter leader Rashid.

Unlike Gold, who was born into a military family, he has a single look.

Rashid was once a mercenary, skilled in archery, and proficient in hunting and domestication.

So, he became the hunter of the Lithop family.

And after becoming the hunter of the Lithop family, Rashid still remained casual-

"My dear young master, good evening!"

"Good evening, Chief Hunter Rashid."

Little Lithop smelled the wine on his hunter, but he didn't care, but motioned for the two of them to sit down, and then spoke directly.

"My father was assassinated, and it was the people of the 'Dead Poets Society' who bought the hands of Ter's father and son!"

"What?"

Gold and Rashid were shocked.

"How's the Lord's people?"

Gold asked anxiously.

Lyced also looked at little Lithop without blinking.

"Father, Father......"

Little Lithop opened his mouth.

Gold and Rashid immediately knew what was going on, and the faces of the two people who were closely related to the Lisopp family all showed grief.

Rashid's eyes turned red.

Gold's tears fell, and the long sword in his hand went straight out of its sheath and stabbed little Lithop.

(End of chapter)