Chapter 1898 I’m Back, My Relatives Are Old

Grete circled his "former home" once and again.

With a layer of magic mist covering his body, he would be ignored unless he bumped into someone on the other side. 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, and so on. 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...

Grete had a headache, a toothache, and even her stomach started 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 anymore. Last time I came here, all the important things in the house were taken away. 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? May I? !

By the way, where did Uncle Karen's family move to? A lot has been demolished around here...

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 there when I was a kid was nowhere to be found.

Serila 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?

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 in 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 do you come from? What is your relationship with him? Why do you want to inquire about him?"

Grete's expression remained unchanged, and he flicked his fingers 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 has 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'm so depraved, even if I ask for news, I'm going to do [Charming Human]... Grete thought helplessly.

But no matter what, a black cat or a white cat is a good cat if it catches mice. Grete walked in the direction guided by the veteran, and not long after, he came to a large house——

Or, from the perspective of residents of a small city like Heartland City, it is something that can be regarded as a "big house", a two-story building surrounded by a wall.

He let go of his mental power and did not feel Uncle Karen's presence, and asked about the location of the manor from the servant of the "mansion". After wandering all the way, it was only when dusk was approaching that we found the location of the manor.

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 "big house". Not long after Grete walked along the field, he saw the mansion standing on the edge of the woods——

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 Cullen was old, he thought, visibly older than he had been the last time he'd been here.

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.

My hair is graying, my waist is stooped, my muscles are flabby, and there are age spots on my face. The cook brought the meat, and when Uncle Karen picked up the knife to cut it, his movements obviously slowed down, and his force was not even stable.

After all, he had not crossed the threshold between ordinary warriors and knights. If the body has not undergone qualitative changes and has not been nourished, it is impossible to retain youth.

Today, just getting older...

Time has already favored him.

As for Aunt Eileen...

Grete had to work hard to clench his hands 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 very bad. Her eyes were blurry and she had lost many teeth. In addition, there must have been many various ailments that were tormenting her.

Aunt Eileen is not a fighter, 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!"

While thinking about it, Aunt Eileen choked for some reason, coughed hard, and the back of her hand that was pressed on the table had a few 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 to 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 for not being thin and pale, that girl was exactly the same as the little Avril in her 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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