In the end, he and King Jesel died of this taboo technique, and even the crown of wisdom was lost.

A figure suddenly appeared behind him, and the man sat in front of the window and looked at Stan Tito quietly.

"Since someone is here?"

Stan Tito was startled when he heard the sound and turned his head immediately.

Against the light, he couldn't see the other person's appearance clearly.

But he felt that the figure in front of him was a little familiar: "I am Stan Tito."

"Who are you?"

The other party replied: "I am Tito."

"This is the memory illusion I left behind, and there is the memory and power I left behind."

"Only those with pure hearts can open it."

Stan Tito was completely stunned. He walked closer and finally saw clearly the other person's appearance.

Looking at the other party's lost eyes and scars on his face, how could he not know who was in front of him?

"Great poet."

"Saint Tito?"

He shouted in shock, because his emotional excitement still took a few quick steps forward, but immediately stopped in awe.

He looked at his ancestors and asked.

"Why did you keep these? Is it because you left a mission?"

The great poet sat quietly in front of the window and looked at the garden outside: "Everyone's mission comes from his own heart, not from others."

"This is a library that holds what I have left behind throughout my life."

"I just don't want something to be forgotten and save him."

As the words fell, everything around him broke instantly.

Only then did Stan Tito realize that he was still standing in the dark cave.

But when he lowered his head, he found that there was an extra cup of the sun on his hand.

The flower cup was filled with a golden phantom, and a finger was pointed at Stan Tito's forehead.

"Gived of power."
Chapter completed!