Chapter 563: Life Experience Buried in Time

"Gretel Nordmark, my dear boy..."

Beautiful handwriting snakes out on the paper. Cerira exclaimed a little and reached out to touch the letter paper.

As soon as his fingertips touched it, the handwriting suddenly retracted and disappeared, as if it was frightened back.

The two looked at each other. After being stunned for a moment, Cerira retracted her finger, Gretel coughed, and cast the spell again.

The magic light fell, perhaps feeling the aura of only him, and the writing on the paper once again filled the air.

This time Cerira didn't dare to reach out and touch it. She lay across the table, put her head over her head, and read silently with Gretel. Upon closer inspection, both of them noticed something strange.

The writing on the paper is not a common language, not one of the languages ​​on the mainland, nor is it the magic language Gretel learned when he first learned about magic. Beautiful and round, with many vine-like decorations.

At first glance, it is fresh, yet extraordinarily gorgeous and unique.

"It's elven writing!"

Cerela was slightly startled and turned to look at Gretel. She had learned elf literature - even if she hadn't, it wouldn't be difficult to throw a [Language Proficient] on the spot. However, the letter left by Gretel’s mother is actually in Elvish writing?

She looked Gretel up and down and sniffed. Well, that's right, no wonder she smelled that good smell from Gretel when they first met...

Under the light of illumination, Grete's eyes were lowered, and there was no emotion or anger on his face. His lips moved and he read silently:

"When you read this letter, my mother has returned to Yongju Island. I am very sorry that I cannot raise you personally, but my relatives have found me and want to take me back home..."

The story that follows is very bland, and can even be said to be a bit cliche. The elf who traveled abroad fell in love with the youngest son of a noble in the north, and they were in love.

Elves are not allowed to exist under the rule of the Glorious Holy See. Even if the woman is willing to hide her appearance, the danger is still extremely high once her flaws are exposed. They had no choice but to leave their homeland together and came to the Kingdom of Kent, where the Glorious Holy See had less power and was more friendly to foreigners.

Fortunately, the man was not valued in the family and was far away from him. When he left, contact was lost. She originally thought she could spend her whole life in peace, but who knew that Grete’s mother’s tribe came to her door and insisted on taking her back...

Judging from the results, it was probably like beating a mandarin duck with a stick, and the arm did not twist the thigh.

Gretel read on without saying a word. His face seemed to be wearing a mask, without any expression.

Serila stared at him for a long time, then carefully touched the edge of his palm:

"Gretel?"

"Ah...ah?" Gretel suddenly came back to his senses:

"I'm fine. ...Don't worry, I'm really fine. I just didn't expect...my life experience turns out to be like this..."

Serila remained silent and kept staring at him with shining eyes. Gretel breathed a sigh of relief, half turned around, and sat across the table from her, slowly recalling:

"My mother disappeared when I was very young. I followed my father and grew up eating almost everything from a hundred families. I sewed and mended, washed and washed, all around me were the aunts and ladies. When I was less than ten years old, my father died in the war. Only these are left..."

A house, a set of armor, a small amount of savings that is enough for the original person to grow up safely. There is also a box of books, and he taught me how to read and write before he was alive.

Everywhere is different. If the original father was a son of a noble, everything would make sense.

As for which family the original father belongs to? How powerful is it, where is its fiefdom, and what is its title? Gretel wasn't interested at all.

Not to mention that it was the original paternal family and had nothing to do with him. The fact that the Rhine Kingdom was deep in the continent and east of the Brolin Kingdom made him go crazy and run there!

Wouldn’t it be nice to be a magician? Isn’t it great to be a doctor?

It was his original mother's life experience that surprised him. Gretel stretched out his hand and touched his neck, pulling and pulling, and pulled out a small pendant:

Light green, water drop shape, neither gold nor jade, nor wood nor stone. Of course, it is definitely not plastic, resin, silicone or anything like that.

He couldn't see it at the time, and with his current eyesight, he still can't see it. Maybe, after returning to Nevis, he should go to the Parliament's Exchange and go around the Change Department's warehouse to broaden his knowledge?

"I remember - I don't know who told me, but I have this paragraph in my memory - this is what she left behind..."

Cerela looked over in surprise. From the time he started reading the letter to now, Gretel has been in a daze and thought, but he has never felt sad or disappointed.

The calmer Grete became, the more worried she became. But he didn't dare to ask the question directly, so he had to go around in a circle and look at the pendant:

"Hey, this is..."

You can't tell at a glance. She stretched out her hand to Grete:

"Can you show it to me?"

Gretel leaned forward and put the pendant in her hand. The silver dragon girl squeezed, rubbed, and pinched it, barely biting it with her teeth, but she still couldn't tell what material it was made of. Only relying on the induction of mental power can make judgments:

"This is good stuff!"

Little Princess Yuehui is a treasure of the Silver Dragon Clan. She has seen quite a lot of good things in her own treasure house and her aunt's treasure house. This pendant is still worthy of her praise:

"The life force inside is very strong. It's very small, but very strong. Gretel, look at what this is for?"

The pendant was also mentioned in the letter. He didn’t say what it was or how useful it was. He only mentioned it earnestly at the end of the letter:

"The map to Yongju Island is engraved in this pendant. After you reach level ten, you can touch it with your spiritual power and you can see everything...

love you mom

Eluni Emmagil”

Grete cast her gaze into the darkness. Emma Gil means "gem flower" in Elvish language. Based on his limited understanding of elves, the family with this surname should have a very high status.

Level ten? Only when you reach level 10 are you eligible to go to the Elf Inhabited Area?

"Hey, you are so stingy. I have to be at level 10 before I let you know the map." Cerela wrinkled her nose on the side:

"Isn't it Yongju Island! Although it's a little far away, on the other side of the New World, it's not hard to find... Gretel, if you want to go, I'll go home tomorrow and ask how to get there!"

It's just a settlement of elves. How come you don't know when you look at the dragon clan? That is to say, she usually doesn't care about her, so it's impossible for the elders in the family not to know!

"Ah, no need." Seeing that she was unhappy, Grete smiled instead. He took the pendant from the silver dragon girl's hand and hung it back on his neck. He looked at the angry little princess with warm eyes:

"I'm not in a hurry to go anyway. I'll tell you if I want to go after I'm level ten!"

Well, the world is so big and I want to see it too. Magicians of level 10 and above can go everywhere. Maybe at that time, I will want to see the scenery of the elven settlement?

"Now, let's think about how to convince Uncle Karen to perform surgery on little Avril..."

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