"It's a spirit? Isn't it Queen Rowling?" Little Sam heard Angel's explanation, confusion flashed in his eyes.

"Perhaps this spirit was born because of Queen Rowling." Angel stretched out his hand, gently touched the photo frame, and slowly looked at the lower right side of the oil painting.

Then, he saw a name that was not surprising.

Feng.

Angel chuckled softly: "It's true."

He had heard that Miraphail Feng, the famous magic painting wizard, had lived in an overseas art capital for a period of time. Even people in Fan Continent had heard about this art capital. It was the Holy Land.

Seme City.

Therefore, when little Sam said that Queen Rowling emerged from the painting, his attention was not on Queen Rowling, but on... the painting.

At that time, he had a vague premonition in his heart.

Now when he sees this familiar name, he won't be surprised.

"Sure enough?" Little Sam didn't understand and looked at Angel.

"Nothing. It doesn't matter whether the spirit in this painting is Queen Rowling or not. You just need to know that its existence itself is just to convey a message to you as a descendant. Since the message has been conveyed, the spirit will naturally

It will disappear."

Now that the spirit in the painting has disappeared, Angel did not continue to talk about this topic, but asked: "Did Queen Rowling mention the author of this painting when she was talking to you?"

Little Sam nodded: "I said that the person who painted this painting was the wizard that Queen Rowling met in her later years. It was also because of this wizard that Queen Rowling knew that there was such a wonderful wizarding world in the world.

.”

"That's right!" Little Sam pointed to the suede iron box under the portrait: "The things in this iron box were left to me by Queen Rowling. It is said that they were also given by the wizard."

As little Sam spoke, he lifted up the iron box and handed it to Angel: "This is for you, sir."

Angel glanced at the iron box. It looked ordinary, but there was an inscription carved on the lock. Obviously, it also needed Saint Sam's blood to activate it.

Although the blood of Saint Sam is required to open the lock, the iron box is not a great material. Angel can sense the contents inside through his mental power.

After seeing clearly the items inside, Angel's expression was slightly strange.

"Are you sure you want to give it to me?" Angel stared at little Sam and asked.

Little Sam nodded: "I'm sure, as I said before, I'm very grateful for everything sir has done. If it weren't for sir, even if I came here, I wouldn't be able to deal with the undead outside, let alone get this box.

What’s more, I may not be able to get here yet.”

"I have nothing to repay, and even ordinary works of art may not be appreciated by my husband. Therefore, the only thing I can repay is the things inside."

Angel said again: "You don't even look at what's inside, and you're going to give it to me?"

Little Sam scratched his head: "If I read it, I'm afraid I won't be willing to give it away."

Angel looked deeply at little Sam, and finally shook his head with a smile: "I don't want the things in this. It has no effect on me."

Little Sam was stunned for a moment: "Isn't this an item used by wizards? It's useless to you, sir?"
Chapter completed!