Chapter 557 Returning to the cabin with Miss Silver Dragon
As soon as the door of the house opened, everyone's eyes lit up. It was a real bright light in the physical sense that shot out of the house and was reflected by the iconic big bald head. It was bright...
"Your Excellency Bishop!" Everyone in the room, except Serira, stood up collectively. The tables, chairs, dishes, and chopsticks were clattering, and the bald bishop laughed and strode in:
"It's okay, it's okay, I'm just here to take a look. Little Gretel, you can eat in peace and reunite in peace, it's okay!"
As he spoke, he had already walked to the center of the living room, put the roast chicken in his hand on the table, and hugged Gretel. His thick arms pressed down, suffocating him, and whispered:
"I told the city lord that I don't need to pay attention to him, you just have to worry about your reunion! Really, you are already a level 6 mage, and he still wants to call you here like this, his mind is going crazy!"
Gretel: ...Generally we say that there is a lump in the brain, or water in the brain. If it's from the Kannai side, it might be said that the frontal lobe of the brain is underdeveloped... It turns out there is such a saying, I learned a lesson!
The bald bishop stood among Captain Grete and Captain Cullen and continued to complain in a low voice.
As soon as he heard that the city lord sent someone to treat him, but Grete refused, he immediately set off to the city lord's mansion. He presented the facts, reasoned with reason, and severely beat back the city lord's delusions:
He is a level 6 mage! A 20-year-old level 6 mage! Two years ago, he had his own mage tower in a place like Nevis City!
"Really, he just bullied you like this because he was young, had no foundation, and was from Heartland City." The bald bishop lay down between the two people, lowered his voice, and scorned the city lord unceremoniously:
"If you live in the mage tower, he won't dare to call you directly. You have no airs at all, and when you live in a neighbor's house, he will think you are weak and can be bullied! Ugh! Brainless guy!"
Captain Cullen dared not laugh. Grete shrugged:
"I don't expect such a person to have much brains if he refuses to spend money on public health and runs out of the city during a plague. But thank you anyway."
"Thank you for nothing! It's a trivial matter!" The bald bishop tightened his arms again, then relaxed them, and nodded towards them:
"Hey, keep talking, I'm leaving! Come to the temple to play when you have time! Remember to come!"
As he spoke, he looked around at everyone, nodded heavily to Cerira, and left. Gretel rushed behind to see them off, but he pushed him directly back into the door:
"Go back, go back! It's only a few steps from here to the temple, and it's not like I can't walk!"
With a bang, the wooden door closed, and Gretel was locked directly inside.
The bald bishop kept his word, and no one really bothered him again that night. Gretel and Uncle Karen's family had a hearty talk about their farewells until late at night. They left and went out. This shabby house was really not big enough, and there were three more people.
I really can’t live here…
The barbarian went to the hospital to stay. However, Grete and Cerela returned to the house where he lived when he was a child: There is no way, the eldest lady wants to see it, but she can't pester her.
There was a musty smell in the stone house, and grass grew on the roof. At least there was no leakage. Obviously, Uncle Cullen's family, as written in the letter, were cleaning up the house from time to time. Gretel raised a few lights.
Technique, give Cerela instructions on everything:
"This armor was left by my father... It's a knight-level armor. I can't wear it. He has kept it here since he passed away..."
"You don't need to look at this wardrobe, there are no clothes in it... When I went to the Mage Tower to study on the first day, there were only two shirts in it, one small and one with patches... Aunt Eileen changed it overnight and Brother Raymond changed it
A new piece of clothing gives me something decent to wear..."
"There is a box of books under this bed, which were also left by my father. I can read and write with these..."
There were only two chairs beside the table, and one of them had a broken leg. Gretel lost a repair spell and managed to repair it, and sat down with Serira. The mage's hand flew out and pulled out the book box from under the bed. Serira
La lay on the box with great interest and opened the books one by one:
""The Tales of Isolde"...a novel. "Song of the Siren"...also a novel. "The Legend of the Rose"...still a novel..."
While turning over, he raised his head and glanced at Gretel. That look:
Why are the books in your father's collection all novels?
Gretel could only smile bitterly. A knight, a knight living in a remote town, wanted to leave some literacy books for his son. What else could he find?
Popular novels are already the best, otherwise, how about using holy scriptures? Although the children of warriors are mostly educated in temples, Grete has some guesses about his original father's beliefs...
Fortunately, as he continued to scroll down, a few more travel notes, poetry collections, and the like appeared, which finally did not make the novel more beautiful than the previous one. He let Serira continue to scroll down, and he flew out a few powerful
The mage's hand lifted the bed:
Under the indentation where the book box was originally placed, the soil was hard and there was no sign that it had been disturbed recently. Gretel dug a few shovels with his mage's hand, and quickly pulled out a small box.
Opening the lid, there was a shallow layer of coins inside. The light was dim under the lighting, eight gold coins and five silver coins.
Cerela came over to take a look curiously. She put her fingertips into the box and stirred it, and accurately took out the different gold coin: on the front was a bearded man wearing a crown, and on the back were two heads with wings spread.
eagle:
"Hey, Gretel, why do you still have gold coins from the Kingdom of Rhine here?"
"My father left..."
"How did he get it? Seize it on the battlefield? Or... By the way, Grete! I seem to remember that the surname Nordmark belongs to the nobles of the Kingdom of Rhine! Yes, Nordmark, Nordmark, belongs to the lord of the northern border.
Meaning...is your father really a local? Isn’t he from abroad?”
"...To tell you this, I remember Uncle Karen or someone said that he really wandered from other places..."
They turned around and went back to look through the book box. Soon, Grete found a letter sealed in an envelope inside the cover of a particularly thick collection of poems.
There is no word on the envelope, and the inner pages are blank. Only when you touch it with your fingertips, you can feel the subtle traces of the pen tip.
"No...this is not wet...this is magic."
Grete stroked the thin letter paper with his fingertips, feeling the subtle magic fluctuations inside. He was once a commoner, and he had just traveled through time, and he had never read every book carefully. What's more, even if he had read it, he was still a commoner at that time.
, and can't recognize its abnormality...
"This is sealed by magic... [dispel magic]!"
A thin ray of light shot out from his fingertips. For a moment, the letter paper stretched and deformed in front of him, and beautiful handwriting appeared on the paper line by line.
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