Chapter 375 Last Wish

Flynn was no stranger to the basement of Sylt's mansion.

When he was a child, he regarded this place as his own amusement park. It was a great pleasure to rummage through all kinds of dusty boxes to find strange items. Of course, he was beaten by his father for this, and in the end he was even forbidden to enter the basement alone, but Ferrin could always find a way to sneak in.

Jazz led him into the innermost stone room, and he saw fist-sized light blue crystals inlaid all around the walls——Ferlin couldn't help but take a breath, every stone was actually the finest god's punishment. Stone, he didn't know about these things when he was a child, but now he naturally understands what it means. High-quality god stones are very valuable, and a big one like this is at least five or six hundred gold dragons.

Were the Sylt family so rich?

He suddenly remembered that the treasure map was also dug out from this room.

There is a circle of boxes around the stone room, the layout is not much different from the scene in memory. Sir Sirt took out a bunch of keys and opened the largest wooden box. With the creaking sound of opening the box, there was a sudden noise in the house. There was a puff of dust.

Feilin held his breath and looked into the box—the inside was divided into several layers, similar to the dressing boxes used by noble ladies, and gemstones of different colors were placed on each layer.

Is this the legacy of that ancestor?

"I haven't visited here for a long time," the Jazz sighed. "Every time I see these magic stones, I will think of the heavy memories my ancestors told."

"Magic stone?" Ferlin asked in surprise.

"That's right, a precious item that only witches can use," he nodded. "This is a very long story. Our family was established under the blessing of a witch."

Father began to tell the origin history of the family. It was different from what he had heard as a child. The first ancestor of Sylt did not come from the Western Territory, but the untouched wild land behind the Impassable Mountains.

Feilin's eyes gradually widened. He didn't expect such an astonishing secret to be hidden behind the portrait.

The founder of the family, the ancestor Agatha, actually built a huge kingdom together with many other witches. In the kingdom, they are in a dominant position, similar to the current nobles, but the reason why the kingdom died was due to the attack of the hell devil. In the last battle, the survivors fled in all directions. Agatha led a group of people to the stone tower in the Misty Forest to get experimental materials, and the other group followed the large force to Graycastle—the Kingdom of the Kingdom at that time. It's just a backward and barren desolate area.

"The ancestor is in another group of people?" Ferlin asked with a dry throat.

"That's right, he is the witch's steward. It stands to reason that he should go to the forest with her, but he backed down and offered to stay and take care of the supplies, and the witch agreed to his request." The jazz said solemnly, "You should know this mean something."

Feilin nodded. The butler can be regarded as the person most trusted by the master besides the relatives in the family. Most of the time, the butler should live and die with the master, unless the master orders otherwise. Offer to leave is tantamount to betrayal in a sense, even if the other party does not refuse.

"When our ancestors arrived in the West, they fell into deep regret and self-blame, and recorded all of these emotions," Sir Sirt took out a black book from another box, "The witches did not succeed in the end. After returning, he cut off the connection with the Federation, left the refugee camp, and settled down alone in this uncultivated area with a few servants."

Felin took the black book and didn't open it right away, but thought of a terrible thing, "So, did you know from the very beginning that everything the church did was wrong?"

If witches were once dedicated to fighting the devil, why are they now being advertised as the devil's minions? There is obviously a great hidden secret in it.

"I know, but I can't do anything about it," Jazz said calmly. "If there are witches in the territory, I will definitely hide them, but I can't save the witches in the fortress. After all, Duke Lane doesn't think so—he is even more powerful than the church." I hate witches. In addition, from the records of the later ancestors, we can know that they also did this... but they didn't tell the lucky ones who were rescued about the witch kingdom."

"Where are they, are they still in the family?"

"How is it possible? Of course they have all gone to the grave," he spread his hands. "It is very rare to be able to live to the age of sixty or seventy, but they are human beings after all, and they will grow old."

"But you think the ancestors are still alive."

"It's just a possibility—witches have various abilities, and they can't have offspring, so I made this speculation."

Felin thought for a moment, then changed the subject, "Didn't the ancestors think about going to the Hidden Forest to find the ancestor Agatha?"

"It's not easy," my father shook his head. "Even witches can't return safely. Going there is no different from going to death for ordinary people. In addition, the western region was still a wasteland four hundred years ago, full of wild beasts and jungles, and it was difficult just to take root. It’s too much, and I have no time to take care of other things. But the ancestors wrote this point in the will, and hope that in the future, some descendants will go to the stone tower of the hidden forest, even if it’s just to take a look.”

Dawn Chenguang took a deep breath and opened the long-sealed record book. From the first page, he could feel the remorse between the lines. Many handwritings have become blurred with the passage of time, but because of this, the feeling of heaviness is more obvious. After an unknown amount of time, he turned to the last page, where the content of the will was written. Perhaps it was not a will, but an unfulfilled wish.

This is probably the reason why my father showed regret after drinking.

As a former knight, he felt that way.

"Do you need me to find her?" Ferlin asked after a moment of silence. "If she is really Agatha herself, then she must live in the Prince's Castle. As far as I know, there are many witches gathered there."

"Witches are all gathered in the castle?" Jazz thought thoughtfully, "It's no wonder Longsong Fortress issued a notice to recruit witches a few days ago. It seems that His Highness is determined to be an enemy of the church." Then he shook his head, "No, you don't have to go to her."

Feilin was slightly taken aback, "Don't you want to see her?"

"There is no way to let the ancestors come to see the younger generation," Sir Sirt smiled. "Of course we have to take the initiative to meet her."

"us?"

"That's right, I will also go to Border Town with you," my father said with a smile while rubbing his chin, "Take all these things with you. If it's really Agatha herself, the last wish of my ancestors will be fulfilled."

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