In the quiet room, looking at Atir in front of him, Count Poria sat weakly on the side and continued to tell slowly.

"Our ancestors, from a very distant continent, were a powerful wizard."

"More than a hundred years ago, he came to the Northland and left some things for us while leaving behind his bloodlines."

Looking at Adire, Poria took out the amulet from the purple wooden box, with a complicated look: "This is a wizard's thing, a legendary demonized item, and a certificate."

"If a person with wizard talent appears among the descendants of our Fakus family, then with these certificates, you can go to the kingdom in the south and take a boat to the continent where the wizard is located."

"Adir, you should know that besides Elva, I have an eldest son who has been to the kingdom of the south since I was a child and has not returned yet."

"Is it?" Adier had some clarity.

"Yes." As he said this, Count Poria smiled bitterly: "My eldest son is qualified to be a wizard, so he was sent out by me very early, and there is still no news to this day."

“That’s why those people are fighting us.”

He said silently: "In our Fakus family, the blood of wizards flows, so there are occasionally people with wizard qualifications among the tribe."

"In fact, it's not just our family, but among the many kingdoms around, those royal families and great nobles basically have the blood of wizards, so they can rule a kingdom for a long time."

"In the past nearly a hundred years, there have been some people in our family with wizard talents every time. Although these people have not become real wizards, they are also very powerful and have relationships with other wizards. This has made the surrounding kingdoms afraid to attack us and continue until now."

"In recent decades, fewer and fewer people in our family have appeared in wizard talent. The only one that appears is my eldest son, but no news has been heard in the past so long that it makes the surroundings unable to help but attack us."

Speaking of this, he couldn't help coughing a few times, his voice becoming weaker: "Adier, do you know why your father and I value you so much?"

"The descendants of humans and elves will inherit the advantages of both parties and are more likely to inherit the talent of wizards than ordinary people."

"Adir, you not only have a powerful knight talent, but also a wizard talent."

When Athir heard this, he paused slightly and looked a little surprised.

Seeing him like this, Count Poria shook his head: "Don't doubt, you do have the talent of a wizard. This is certain that I have the right to be a father when you were just born."

He slowly raised his right arm with some trembling trembling and handed the black amulet in his hand forward: "This certificate should have been given to you half a year ago, but at that time, the orc riot had just happened, and the situation around him was not very good, so he had no choice to send you out."

"And now, even if I want to send you out, I'm afraid I can't do it."

Poria smiled bitterly: "Every year, the fleet of wizards from afar will dock on the southern coast to accept some new wizard apprentices."

"After you left the North, you took Elwa and the others to a kingdom in the south, where our family members were stationed there, enough to ensure your life."

"When you get there, you see the head there, and hand it to him, and he will understand what to do."

He took out a letter from his arms tremblingly and handed it to Atir.

The letters are written on a paper that is very sparse in the north, and are stacked neatly, but some of the handwriting on it is a bit sloppy, as if the pen is not held firmly when writing.

Adiel took the letter silently and put it in his arms, looking very caring.

The scene was a little silent for a moment until the voice of Count Poria broke the silence again.

"You don't have to worry about extra things in Elva."

Earl Poria said in silence: "At present, the North can no longer be defended. The people of Arcadilla are just early temptations. The real power of several major kingdoms has not taken action. Elva continues to stay here and will not end up well."

"Over the years, our family has also had many powers in many kingdoms in the south. Although it is not as good as the North and cannot be like before, it is not a problem to maintain a decent life."

Listening to this, Atir didn't say anything, but just nodded silently.

This is indeed a wise choice.

Based on Adier's understanding of Elhua, if the other party's personality continues to stay in the North, in its current form, they will only be eaten by those people without even leaving any bones, and there will be no good ending.

Earl Poria obviously understood his children's abilities and saw clearly the situation around him, without any luck in his heart.

Time is slowly passing.

It seemed that he felt that his life was about to come to an end, Count Poria said many words rarely and revealed many things from the past one by one.

Feeling the emotions of his predecessors, Adier was also very sensible and did not interrupt the other party, but just asked some questions occasionally.

"···· According to family records, the continent where we are located is actually very barren compared to other continents. It is not only poor resources, but also lacks sufficient environment. It is a place abandoned by wizards."

"The places where those wizards are located are some other continents, with many dangers on them, which are far more terrifying than ours."

"And your mother, in fact, was the elf refugee floating from another continent, brought to this continent by those merchants and finally bought it back by us, and that's why you were."

Before he knew it, Poria talked about Atir's mother and muttered to himself.

"Refugee?" Atir asked back with some confusion.

"Yes, refugees." Earl Poria shook his head and felt a little awake, saying affirmatively: "Decades ago, a very terrifying disaster broke out in the place where the elves were. In just a few years, several elves kingdoms collapsed one after another, and a large number of elves refugees were taken away by slave merchants and sold around. Your mother is one of them."

"After your mother was bought, she was unable to communicate with us because of her language barrier."

"The only thing we can know is that your mother was born into a small nobleman from some elves."

Speaking of this, Poria paused, then took out a herald from the side, with a purple bird embroidered on it, and a silver moon was held on it.

"This is the herald of your mother back then, representing her aristocratic identity. If you want to find your mother, if you have the chance in the future, you can use this to find it."

Listening to his words, Adiel silently took the small herald, a little silent for a moment.

In front of him, Count Poria was still murmuring, but his voice became smaller and smaller, and he was about to return to silence.

Atir stood here quietly for a while, and only sighed when the sound in front of him completely disappeared.

At this moment, a strong hand suddenly stretched out and patted Atir on the shoulder.

Atir was shocked and instinctively wanted to pull the hand away, but he didn't move.

"Adier!!"

In front of Atir, Count Poria suddenly spoke and made a hoarse but firm voice.

He grabbed Atir's shoulder, as if he had exhausted the last bit of his life, and shouted there: "Promise me!!! Take care of Elva for me!!!"

Boria grabbed Atir's shoulder tightly and shouted with all his strength, his face becoming ferocious and terrifying.

His eyes looked straight at Atir, and a plea appeared in his eyes.

The scene fell silent for a moment.

Listening to the words of Count Poria, Adiel was a little silent.

Time passed slowly, and before my eyes, the life of Count Poria was rapidly disappearing, and the strength of the arm that was originally holding his shoulder was getting weaker and weaker, and the final journey was about to usher in.

Looking at the sadness in the other person's eyes and the gradually dimming light, Adier sighed and stood there and spoke.

"I'll do my best..." He whispered, looking at the human in front of him.

As soon as the words fell, one arm was hanging weakly, and finally lost the last bit of strength.
Chapter completed!