In the quiet room, looking at Adier in front of him, Count Boria sat weakly aside and continued to speak slowly.
"Our ancestor came from a far away continent and was a powerful wizard."
"More than a hundred years ago, he came to the Northland. While leaving behind his bloodline, he also left something for us."
Looking at Adil, Boria took out the amulet from the purple wooden box, with a somewhat complicated look in his eyes: "This is a wizard's thing. It is a legendary magical item, and it is also a certificate."
"Among the descendants of our Farkus family, if there is someone with wizard talents, then with these certificates, you can go to the southern kingdom and take a boat to the continent where the wizards are."
"Adil, you should know that besides Elva, I also have an eldest son who went to the southern kingdom since he was a child and still hasn't come back."
"Could it be?" Adier had some understanding.
"Yes." After saying this, Count Boria showed a wry smile on his face: "My eldest son has the qualifications of a wizard, so I sent him out very early, and there is still no news."
"That's why those people attacked us."
He said somewhat silently: "In our Farkus family, the blood of wizards flows, so occasionally there will be some people with wizard qualifications among the clan."
"In fact, not only our family, but in many surrounding kingdoms, the royal families and nobles basically have the blood of wizards, so they can rule a kingdom for a long time."
"In the past nearly a hundred years, some people with wizarding talents have appeared in our family every time. Although these people have not become real wizards, they are also very powerful and have relationships with other wizards. This is why
The surrounding kingdoms did not dare to take action against us, and this continues to this day."
"In recent decades, fewer and fewer people with wizard talents have appeared in our family. The only one who has appeared is my eldest son. However, there has been no news for such a long time. This makes the people around us unable to help but attack us.
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After saying this, he couldn't help coughing a few times, and his voice became weaker: "Adil, 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 talents of wizards than ordinary people."
"Adil, you not only have a powerful talent as a knight, but you also have a talent as a wizard."
When he heard this in front of Count Boria, Adier paused slightly and looked a little surprised.
Seeing him like this, Count Boria shook his head: "There is no doubt that you do have the talent of a wizard. I confirmed this with your father when you were just born."
He slowly raised his trembling right arm and handed the black talisman in his hand to the front: "This voucher should actually have been given to you more than half a year ago, but at that time, the orc riot had just occurred, and the surrounding people
The situation is not too good, so I have no choice to send you out."
"And now, even if I want to send you out, I'm afraid I can't."
A wry smile appeared on Boria's face: "Every other year, the fleet of wizards from far away will dock on the southern coast to accept some new wizard apprentices."
"After you leave the Northland, take Elva and the others to a kingdom in the south. There will be people from our family stationed there, which is enough to guarantee your livelihood."
"When you get there, after you meet the person in charge there, give this letter to him, and he will know what to do."
Trembling, he took out a letter from his arms and handed it to Adil as well.
The letter was written on a kind of paper that is very rare in the North. It was folded very neatly, but some of the handwriting on it was a bit sloppy, as if the pen was not held firmly when writing.
Adil silently took the letter and placed it in his arms, appearing to cherish it.
The scene was somewhat silent for a while, until Count Polya's voice broke the silence again.
"Elhua, you don't have to worry about unnecessary things."
Count Boria said quietly: "As of now, the Northland can no longer be defended. The people in Acadira are just an initial test. The real power of the kingdoms has not yet taken action. Elva continues to stay here.
, the ending will not be too good."
"For many years, our family has had a lot of power in many kingdoms in the south. Although it is not as powerful as the north and cannot be like before, maintaining a decent life is not a problem."
After hearing this, Adier said nothing and just nodded silently.
This is indeed a wise choice.
Based on Adil's understanding of Elwa, if the other person's character continues to stay in the North, he will only be eaten by those people without leaving any bones in the current situation, and there will be no good end at all.
Count Boria obviously understood his child's abilities very well and saw the surrounding situation very clearly, and did not take any chances in his heart.
Time is passing slowly.
As if he felt that his life was about to come to an end, Count Polya rarely spoke a lot and revealed many things in the past one by one.
Feeling the emotions of the person in front of him, Adier was very sensible and did not interrupt the other person, but only occasionally asked some questions.
"...According to family records, the continent we are on is actually very barren compared to other continents. It is not only poor in resources, but also lacks a sufficient environment. It is a place abandoned by wizards."
"The places where those wizards are located are on other continents. There are many dangers there, which are far scarier than what we have here."
"And your mother was actually an elf refugee from another continent back then. She was brought to this continent by those merchants, and was finally bought back by us, and that's how you came to be."
Unknowingly, Polya talked about Adil's mother and murmured to herself.
"Refugees?" Adil asked with some confusion.
"Yes, refugees." Count Boria shook his head. After feeling a little more awake, he said with certainty: "Decades ago, a terrible disaster seemed to have broken out where the elves were. In just a short time,
Within a few years, several elven kingdoms collapsed one after another, and a large number of elven refugees were taken away by slave traders and sold around, and your mother was one of them."
"After your mother was bought back, she has been unable to communicate with us because of the language barrier."
"The only thing we can know is that your mother was born into a minor noble in a certain elf kingdom."
After saying this, Polya paused, and then took out a coat of arms from the side, with a purple bird embroidered on it, with a silver moon in its mouth.
"This is the coat of arms that your mother wore back then. It represents her noble status. If you want to find your mother, if you have a chance in the future, you can use this to find her."
Listening to his words, Adier silently took the small coat of arms, feeling a little silent for a moment.
In front of him, Count Boria was still murmuring, but his voice was getting smaller and smaller, and he was about to fall silent.
Adil stood here quietly for a while, and when the sound in front of him completely disappeared, he let out a sigh.
At this moment, a strong hand suddenly stretched out and patted Adil on the shoulder.
Adil was shocked and instinctively wanted to pull the hand away, but he didn't move in the end.
"Adir!!"
In front of Adier, Count Boria suddenly spoke, making a hoarse but firm voice.
He grabbed Adil's shoulder, and seemed to have exhausted the last bit of strength in his life, shouting there: "Promise me!!! Take care of Elva for me!!!"
Polya grabbed Adil's shoulders tightly and shouted with all his strength, his face became ferocious and terrifying.
He looked directly at Adil, with a hint of pleading in his eyes.
The scene was silent for a moment.
Listening to Count Boria's words, Adier was a little silent.
Time passed slowly, and before his eyes, Count Poria's life was fading away rapidly, and the strength of the arm originally holding his shoulder was getting weaker and weaker, and he was about to usher in his final journey.
Seeing the sadness in the other person's eyes and the gradually dimming brilliance, Adil sighed and stood there and spoke.
"I'll try my best..." he said in a low voice, looking at the person in front of him.
When the words just fell, one arm hung down weakly, finally losing the last bit of strength.