Chapter 562 Return 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 light in the physical sense - the light shot out of the house and was reflected by the iconic big bald head, shining brightly...

"Your Majesty Bishop!" Everyone in the room, except Cerrela, stood up. The tables, chairs, bowls and chopsticks were clattering. 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 walked to the center of the living room, put the roasted chicken in his hand on the table, and hugged Grete. The thick arms pressed down, suffocating him, and whispered:

"I told the city lord that I don't need to pay attention to him. You don't care about your reunion! Really, you are already a sixth-level mage, and he still wants to call you here like this. His mind is going crazy!"

Gretel: ...Generally we say that there is swelling in the brain or water in the brain. If it is from the Kannai side, they may say that the frontal lobe of the brain is underdeveloped... It turns out that there is still such a saying, I have learned something!

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 a treat, but Grete refused, he immediately set off to the city lord's mansion. Presenting the facts and reasoning, he severely knocked back the city lord’s delusions:

He is a level 6 mage! A 20-year-old level 6 mage! Two years ago, in a place like Nevis City, I had my own mage tower!

"Really, he bullied you like this just because you are young, have no foundation, and are 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 loosened 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 Serira, and left. Gretel rushed behind to see him 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. Grete and Uncle Karen's family talked about their farewells and chatted happily until late at night. They said goodbye and went out - this shabby house is really not big enough, and there are three more people, so it really can't be accommodated...

Savage went to the hospital to stay. However, Gretel and Cerira returned to the house where he lived when he was a child: There is no way, the eldest lady wants to see it, and she can't be entangled.

There was a musty smell in the stone house, and grass grew on the roof, but at least there was no leakage. Apparently, Uncle Cullen's family, as written in the letter, were cleaning up the house from time to time. Gretel raised several illumination spells and pointed them out to Cerela:

"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 at the table, one of which had a broken leg. Grete lost a repair technique, managed to repair it, and sat down with Cerela. The mage's hand flew out and dragged the book box out from under the bed. Cerira lay on the box with great interest and opened the books one by one:

"The Tales of Isolde...a novel. "The Siren's Song"...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?

Grete 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 most warrior children were educated in temples, Gretel had some guesses about his original father's beliefs...

Fortunately, as I continued reading, 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 Cerela continue to turn down, and he flew out several powerful magician hands to lift 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 soon he took out a small box.

Open the lid and there is a shallow layer of coins inside. The light is dim under the illumination spell, eight gold coins, five silver coins——

Cerira came over to take a look curiously. He put his 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 was a double-headed eagle with wings spread:

"Hey, Grete, 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 Gretel! I seem to remember that the surname Nordmark is from the nobles of the Rhine Kingdom! That's right, Nordmark, Nordmark, is from the lord of the northern border. Meaning...is your father really a local? Is he not 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 rummaging 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 inside pages are blank. Only when you touch it with your fingertips can you feel the subtle traces of the pen tip.

"No...this isn't wet...it's magic."

Grete stroked the thin letter paper with his fingertips, feeling the subtle magic fluctuations inside. The original person was once a commoner. He had just traveled through time and had not read every book carefully. What's more, even if I turned it over, I couldn't identify anything unusual about it at the time...

"This is sealed by magic... [dispel magic]!"

A thin ray of light shot out from the fingertips. After 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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