With a layer of magic mist covering his body, as long as he didn't bump into someone, he would be ignored by others. He took Serira's hand and looked at it leisurely:
Well, on that huge glass frame, you can still see traces of magic runes, reinforcement, automatic cleaning, anti-collision, etc. Very good, it seems that the local Mage Tower also had a hand in it.
By the way, there is a monument erected on the side of the main entrance of the stone house. According to the inscription, this glass cover has been erected for a year...
Gretel has a headache, a toothache, and even her stomach starts to hurt. This is my home!
It's my house!
When you did this, didn't you consider that I would go home?!
Well, even if I go home, I won’t live in this house. The last time I came here, I took away all the important things in the house. The house has been given to Uncle Karen and his family...
But that's not the reason why you made this house like this!
Can I blow up this house? Can I?!
By the way, where did Uncle Karen and his family move to? The neighborhood was demolished...
Grete looked left and right, but there was no clue at all.
I don't know whether it was to make room for the "former residence" or whether the salary of the city guards was really improved. In short, the surrounding houses disappeared, and even the people who lived here did not know where they went.
No one walking around on the street looked familiar, and even the cheap bakery at the end of the alley that had been open for many years and was used to eating in my childhood was nowhere to be found.
Cerela looked at him with a smile and said nothing. When he looked over for help, she whispered an idea:
"Look for it with magic?"
What magic is used?
Divination?
Unfortunately, I only know a few medical-related magics about prophecy, but he doesn’t know any of the magics used to find people! Whether it’s knowing a name or looking for someone in a directed way;
Or rely on a drop of blood to find the owner of the blood;
Or holding an item used by someone and looking for the owner of the item through the breath on it...
He, Gretel Half-Step Legend Nordmark, is partial to science and knows nothing!
Besides, he didn't have any items or blood on hand...
Grete had no choice but to refresh himself with spells again, trying to make himself easily ignored or forgotten. Following his memory, he walked towards the direction of the city guard barracks not far away:
He randomly grabbed an older guard and asked in a low voice:
"May I ask where Captain Cullen's family lives?"
"Captain Cullen?" The veteran looked at him suspiciously, up and down, as if he wanted to poke a hole in him:
"Old Karen has quit a long time ago! Where are you from? What is your relationship with him? Why do you want to inquire about him?"
Gretel's expression remained unchanged, and he flicked his finger and threw another spell. The veteran's attitude immediately changed and he enthusiastically showed him the way:
"Old Karen, he is so great now. He already owns a village and lives in a manor outside the city... His eldest son, Captain Edward, is already a knight. He lives in, look, the mansion in that direction is...
…”
I am so depraved that even if I ask for news, I will do [Charming Humanity]... Grete thought helplessly.
But no matter what, a black cat or a white cat is a good cat if it catches mice. Grete followed the direction pointed by the veteran, and not long after, he came to a large house——
Or, from the perspective of residents of a small city like Hartland City, it could be considered a "big house", a two-story building surrounded by a wall.
He let go of his mental power, not feeling the presence of Uncle Karen, and asked about the location of the manor from the servant of the "mansion". After wandering all the way, he finally found the location of the manor when dusk was approaching.
The area of the manor is not large, only about two to three hundred acres. Well, this is the data provided by the enthusiastic servant of the "mansion". Not long after Grete walked along the field ridge, he saw the manor standing on the edge of the woods.
Mansion——
A tall and spacious stone house. It is estimated that there is a hall that can accommodate at least thirty or forty people for dinner, more than three bedrooms, a kitchen that can cater for so many people, and a huge barn.
At this time, the smoke from the kitchen was curling up, and before it stopped, the hot aroma was already flowing into the hall.
The tenant farmers and farmhands who were off work carried their tools and poured into the hall chatting and laughing, waiting for the meal. On the rammed earth platform at the end of the hall, an old couple looked down peacefully, their wrinkled faces full of satisfaction.
Grete stood in the corner of the hall, looking quietly at the earthen platform. Uncle Karen was old, he thought, compared with the last time he came here, he was obviously older.
If the last time he returned to his hometown, Uncle Karen was still a warrior in his prime, with a strong body that could carry a mountain, then now Uncle Karen has become a complete warrior.
old man.
His hair was gray, his waist was stooped, his muscles were flabby, and he had age spots on his face. When the cook brought the meat, and Uncle Karen picked up the knife to cut it into pieces, his movements slowed down significantly and he didn’t even exert force.
Too stable.
After all, he has not crossed the threshold between ordinary warriors and knights. Without the body undergoing qualitative changes and nourishment, it is impossible to retain youth.
Today, it’s just getting older…
Time has already favored him.
As for Aunt Eileen...
Grete had to work hard to clench his hands in order to control his emotions.
Aunt Eileen's hair was completely white. She squinted her eyes, cut the bread on the plate bit by bit, soaked it in the soup, and then carefully put it into her mouth to chew.
From her trembling hands, the age spots on her hands and face, and the subconscious movement of bending closer when cutting food, Grete can know:
Her health was already in bad shape. Her eyesight was blurred and many of her teeth had fallen out. In addition, there must have been many various ailments that were tormenting her.
Aunt Eileen is not a warrior, and her physical fitness is much worse than Uncle Karen. Over the long years, she has endured too much hard work...
"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough!"
Just as she was thinking about it, Aunt Eileen choked for some reason and coughed hard, and the back of her hand that was pressed on the table had a few blue veins.
Uncle Karen put down the spoon in his hand and patted her back carefully, but he couldn't stop her coughing. After a moment, a little girl ran up from the far end of the long table, next to the old woman, and gently kissed her.
She rubbed her chest.
That girl's hair color, eye color, face shape - except that she is not as thin and pale, that girl is exactly the same as the little Avril in my memory.
Gretel couldn't bear it any longer. He removed the spell that obscured his figure and strode forward:
"Aunt Eileen!—Uncle Karen!"
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