Gret walked around his "formerly residence" and then again.

Relying on the fact that a layer of magic mist was covered with his body, as long as he didn't hit him, he would definitely be ignored. He took Serira's hand and looked leisurely:

Well, on that huge glass frame, you can also see traces of magic runes, reinforcement, automatic cleaning, anti-collision, etc. It is very good, it seems that the local mage tower has also been inserted.

By the way, a monument was 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...

Gret had a headache, a toothache, and even his stomach started to hurt. This is my home!

It's my house!

When you did this, didn’t you think about going home?!

Well, even if I go home, I won’t live in this house. Last time I came here, I took away all the important things in the house. The house has been lived in for Uncle Karen and his family...

But that's not the reason you made this house like this!

Can I blow up the house? Can I?!

By the way, where did Uncle Karen and his family move? A piece of them are flattened nearby...

Gret looked left and right, without any clues.

I don’t know if it was to make up a place for the "former residence" or the treatment of the city guards had indeed improved. In short, the surrounding houses disappeared, and even the people living here did not know where they went.

None of the people walking around the road looked familiar. Even the affordable bakery at the end of the alley that had been open for many years and was used to eating when he was a child was unknown.

Serira looked at him with a smile, but didn't say anything, and only spoke in a low voice when he looked over with help:

"Look for it with magic?"

What magic should be used?

Divination?

Poor prophecy magic, I only know the magic related to medicine, and he can't even know any of them! Whether you know the name, you look for someone in a directional way;

Or rely on a drop of blood to find the owner of the blood;

Or take an item used by someone and search for the owner of the item through the breath above...

He, Grett Half-Step Legend Nordmark, Pianko, can't do anything!

Besides, he has no items or blood on hand...

Gret had no choice but to swipe himself again, trying to make himself easily overlooked or forgotten. Following his memory, he walked to the direction of the city guards' barracks not far away:

He randomly grabbed an older guard and asked in a low voice:

"Let me know where Captain Karen's house lives?"

"Captain Karen?" The veteran looked at him suspiciously, up and down, as if he was trying to stare him out of a hole:

"Old Karen has already retired! Where did you come from? What does it have to do with him? Why do you need to inquire about him?"

Gret's face did not change, his fingers flicked, and another spell was thrown out. The veteran's attitude changed immediately and he enthusiastically gave him the way:

"Old Karen, he is amazing now. He already has a farm. He lives in the manor outside the city... His eldest son, Captain Edward, is already a knight, lives in, look, the mansion that passes in that direction is..."

I'm so depraved. I'm going to ask for a message and I'm going to play [Celebrate Humans]... Gret thought helplessly.

But no matter what, black cats and white cats, catching mice is a good cat. Gret follows the direction guided by the veterans, and soon, he arrives at a big mansion.

Or, from the perspective of residents of small towns like Hartland City, it is considered a "big mansion", a two-story building surrounded by a circle of walls.

He let go of his mental power and did not feel the existence of Uncle Karen. He asked the location of the manor from the servant of the "big mansion". He walked all the way and found the location of the manor when dusk was approaching.

The manor is not large, only about two or three hundred acres. Well, this is the data provided by the enthusiastic "big mansion" servant. Not long after Gret walked along the ridge of the field, he saw the mansion standing by 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 serve so many people, and a huge barn.

At this time, smoke from the kitchen roof was still curling, and the hot fragrance had flowed into the hall.

The tenant farmers and hired farmers carried tools and rushed into the hall with laughter and laughter, waiting for the meal. On the rammed earth platform at the end of the hall, an old couple looked at the bottom peacefully, with their wrinkled faces full of satisfaction.

Gret stood in the corner of the hall and looked quietly at the dirt platform. Uncle Karen is old, and he thinks that he is obviously old compared to the last time he came here.

If the last time I returned home, Uncle Karen was still a middle-aged soldier, strong and could carry it like a mountain pressing down, then Uncle Karen has become a complete old man now.

Her hair turned gray, her waist was hunched, her muscles were loose, and her face was covered with old age spots. The chef brought the meat, and when Uncle Karen picked up the knife to cut the pieces, his movements were obviously slower, and his force was not even stable.

In the end, he did not cross the threshold between the ordinary warrior and the knight. His body had not undergone qualitative changes and was not nourished, so it was impossible for him to retain his youth.

To this day, I'm just getting old...

It has been the years that have favored him.

As for Aunt Ailin...

Grett had to try to hold his hands tightly to restrain his emotions.

Aunt Ailin's hair was completely white. She squinted her eyes, cut the bread from the dish bit by bit, soaked it in the soup, and then carefully sent it into her mouth and chewed it.

From her trembling hands, the age spots on her hands, and the movement of subconsciously bent down and approaching when cutting food, Grett could tell:

Her body is already very bad. Her eyes are blurred and her teeth are lost a lot. In addition, there must be many various diseases that are tormenting her.

Aunt Aileen is not a warrior, and her physical fitness is much worse than Uncle Karen. Over the long years, she has undertaken too much hard work...

"Cough, cough, cough cough!"

Just as she was thinking, Aunt Ailin choked for some reason, coughed hard, and veins burst out from the back of her hand pressed on the table.

Uncle Karen put down the spoon in his hand and patted her back carefully, but could not stop her cough. After a moment, a little girl ran up from the far side of the long table, and was next to the old woman, gently rubbing her chest.

The girl, hair color, eyes color, face shape - except that she was not thin and pale, the girl was exactly the same as the little Avril in her memory.

Gret could no longer bear it. He removed the spell that covered his body and strode forward:

"Auntie Elin! - Uncle Karen!"

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