Chapter 803 Unknown Past Events

As one of the two main parties in this dispute, Mario's story certainly has a follow-up. But don't worry, let's drag the progress bar forward a little bit to bring the time back to before noon of the day.

Compared with the ridiculous family meeting of the Augustine family, the situation on the Witte family side is much more serious.

"...Well, since people have said so, how can we disappoint others? Hmph, does he really think that he can fight against a family on his own?"

"Even if his real surname is Diher, I don't mind letting him understand how the Diher family was completely overthrown back then!"

The Patriarch of the Werther family was born in about the same era as Dumbledore, and he is already old now. However, as a wizard, age is usually a symbol of strength. In addition, a family like the Werther family whose inheritance is based on magic research, once it explodes, it is not comparable to a family like Augustine.

It can be seen from the fact that Witt's old Patriarch is still in the Patriarch's position until now, this old wizard with white beard and white hair has the ability to convince everyone in the family.

"Bano, go and draft a letter, clearly stating my Werther family's attitude towards recapturing Charlotte Werther. Although a junior in the family who doesn't live up to expectations is nothing to us, but he, Maca McLean Since we dare to provoke in the name of individuals, how can we not respond as a big family should?"

In the study room, the old Patriarch's eyes were slightly opened, and the sharpness in his eyes was faintly visible. After a slight pause, he added softly:

"Go! After this letter is written, it will be sent directly to that McClain... This will be the ultimatum given to him by our Werther family!"

The butler, Ba Nuo, stood by the desk, listened calmly, and then nodded deeply.

Although the old Patriarch didn't express his determination too directly, Bano could clearly feel the meaning contained in it.

"Okay, I'll go right away."

After hearing this, the old Patriarch just nodded slightly and closed his eyes again. He leaned back on the chair with indifference, as if what happened this morning failed to leave a ripple in his ordinary heart.

However, it is not without reason that the old Patriarch Werther is so indifferent now.

After Butler Barno left the study room and closed the door silently, the door to the inner room on the side of the desk opened again.

Immediately afterwards, a somewhat familiar figure suddenly walked out.

"Old Mr. Witte, are you really going to stand on the opposite side with that Maca McClain?"

The old Patriarch sitting behind the desk heard the sound, but didn't open his eyes, he just twitched the corners of his mouth imperceptibly.

"It just depends on whether he is willing to hand over my granddaughter after receiving the letter." He said slowly, "I have already handed over the choice to him."

Hearing what the old Patriarch said, the man couldn't help shaking his head.

"Oh, but this option, I actually prefer to be controlled by our side."

However, the old Patriarch suddenly opened his eyes, and a pair of cold gazes suddenly pierced towards the direction of the side door.

"Hmph, what I want to do is my freedom." He stared at the other party coldly and said, "Mr. Yasa, all you need to do is just sit down and appreciate it slowly..."

"...Remember what I said before? I will put what you want in front of you. This is the reward you deserve. As for the process, you don't need and don't want to interfere !"

The old Patriarch Werther's voice was a bit deep, and it also had a sense of relaxation unique to old people. But no matter how old this old man was, the oppressive force in these words was still as strong as a mountain, and the pressure in his heart increased sharply.

Also dealing with a large ancient wizard family, Asa's burden was much greater than Miriam's.

"Okay, okay!" He quickly raised his hands and said helplessly, "Old Mr. Witte,

You can do whatever you want, I won't talk nonsense anymore. "

"Don't worry..." The face of the old Patriarch suddenly calmed down again, but seeing him drooping his eyelids again, he calmed down slowly, "Since Mr. Yasa can trust me and give me such things first, then I will also You have to be worthy of your trust. I will let you know that our Werther family is trustworthy."

Asaph twirled the edge of the hood of his black robe, curled his lips wordlessly—is it trustworthy? If the old man didn't want him to continue to offer more "trades", would he still be able to stand here and talk to each other on an equal footing?

Of course, for the current Asaph, these are already secondary.

"I will wait and see," he nodded slightly, "and, as long as this transaction is successfully completed, our 'boss' will definitely continue to cooperate with your family... Then, I will take my leave for the time being."

However, before Yasa could even finish speaking, he heard a soft "click" from the door of the study room. Asa was alerted immediately, took two steps back, and hurried back to the inner room of the study.

When he grabbed the doorknob and closed it silently, the door leading to the corridor outside the study was also pushed open at the same time.

"Who? Why didn't you knock... Barnes and Noble?"

The old Patriarch frowned slightly, and was about to question, but saw the housekeeper who had just left just now came in. He and Barno were already very familiar with each other, so he couldn't help but take back the scolding from his lips.

It's just that Ribano is the most well-behaved person on weekdays, but this time he broke into the study without knocking on the door, no matter how you think about it, it's not normal.

Could it be that something urgent happened?

But when Old Barno closed the door with his backhand and walked towards him with leisurely steps, the old Patriarch finally slapped the table and stood up.

"You're not Barnes & Noble! Who the hell are you?"

While speaking, Old Werther moved as quickly as lightning, and in the blink of an eye, he drew out his wand and pointed it at the comer. Just looking at his neat figure, he doesn't look like an old man with white beard.

"Om—"

A faint wave spread from the tip of the staff, followed by a powerful soul spell. This kind of method of directly attacking the enemy's soul is naturally not Maca's patent, it is also a forte of the Werther family!

It's a pity that this soul impact, which is very threatening to ordinary wizards, may have found the wrong opponent.

Yes, the characteristic of soul magic is that it is extremely fast, and when it is used at close range, it will even make the opponent fall into the trick before it has time to react.

But relatively, as long as the opponent has the ability to block it, the caster will inevitably suffer backlash.

In just a split second, the old Patriarch felt the world spinning around in front of his eyes, and his whole body went numb. If it weren't for the fact that he didn't use his real strength just now, the soul shock that came back was enough to make him fall to the ground on the spot.

"Has the soul magic of the Werther family been passed down... Compared with my current understanding, does this seem a little different?"

"Old Barno" was talking casually, but suddenly he frowned, and then he raised his left hand and rubbed his temple as if he was tired.

"Well... this body is really bad, even the boy from before is better than this."

After muttering casually, he raised his eyelids and glanced at the old Patriarch Werther opposite.

It can be seen that the old Patriarch has broken away from the backlash state at this time. A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, but the palm holding the wand was still steady.

Obviously, he generally maintained a calmness commensurate with his strength.

It's just that the secret vigilance in that expression is already ready to come out.

"Why so serious?"

"Old Barno" spread his hands, not caring about Old Werther's ready-to-go appearance at all, and took two light steps and sat down directly on the sofa next to him.

"Sit down too! There's no need to be so restrained, I'm just here to confirm something for the time being..." He sank his body into the soft sofa, as if relaxing all the muscles in his body.

Old Werther, who was still standing behind the desk, lightly supported the table with one hand, stared blankly at the other party for a long time, and finally sat back on the chair without saying a word.

Just now when the opponent resisted the soul impact, he didn't even move. This is a situation that Old Werther has never imagined since he learned the soul magic passed down by his family.

Looking at the familiar face that originally belonged to Bano, the old Patriarch had to shake his head secretly in his heart.

"This...sir?" Old Werther found that he couldn't even confirm the gender of the other party, "You came to me in the body of Barnes and Noble, what do you want to 'confirm'?"

"Hmm..." The other party pondered for a moment, then waved his hands and said, "It was originally only one thing, but after you just said an interesting 'hello' to me, it became two things— —”

"Tell me, since your Werther family still retains the inheritance of flexible magic, why don't you strive for a better position in today's magic world? If you want to, obviously you can do that at any time, right?"

The old Patriarch Werther was taken aback when he heard this.

Could it be that this strong man who ran out of nowhere did not belong to any ancient wizard family? Otherwise, how could he ask such a question?

"This..." Old Werther paused and hesitated, "You don't know?"

"Huh? Should I know?" The other party said nonchalantly, "You just say it, or do you want me to 'please' you?"

"Uh," the old Patriarch rubbed the wand in his hand, and then said slowly, "If you don't know, the reason for this is a bit long..."

After that, the old Patriarch gently talked about a certain old event back then. Although he has not experienced it himself, this is something that every ancient wizard family knows.

But he didn't know that a certain protagonist in that incident was actually right in front of his eyes.

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