Jelika kept knocking on the door of the wooden house, hoping that the person who locked her inside would give even a little response.
"Brother, Creek, please answer me. You have been here for half a month. Please come out, please." Jelica begged outside the door with a tearful voice.
Since that father's assessment, Crick seemed to have changed. He no longer played with her as much as he did before, and was no longer as sunny as before. He changed from a person who worked hard day by day to a person who worked hard year after year.
He became a useless person who wasted his time every day.
"I know this hurts you, but there must be other ways, there must be other ways to change your..."
Bang--
Jelika was frightened by the sudden sound and her body trembled.
There was a smashing sound in the house, which was the sound of a wine bottle being smashed to the ground.
"...qualifications."
There was a sound of glass bottles rolling on the ground, and not long after, the door was opened from the inside out.
Jelica took a step back and looked at the person who opened the door from the house. She saw that the person had sparse stubble on his face, his face was thin, and he was dressed extremely slovenly. There was also a sour smell wafting from his body.
, I don’t know how long it’s been since I took a shower.
"Crick..."
Creek's eyes were empty, as if he didn't see Jelica at all, but saw the background behind her.
He lowered his gaze slightly and said in an emotionless tone: "What are you doing here?"
"Let me...see you."
"Now that you've finished reading, you can go back so that your father won't worry about you again," Crick said.
"No, I'm going to take you back with me today!" Jelica said firmly.
After hearing this, Creek laughed to himself.
"Take me back? Why are you taking me back? To fill a burden for you, or to continue to be a waste?"
"You are not a waste!" Jelica retorted.
"Have you seen what I look like? What is this other than a waste?" Crick pointed at himself.
"You're not!"
"That's enough!" Crick shouted, "I'm not you, Jelica, and I'm not like you. I don't have your talent or qualifications. I'm just a mediocre person. I can't become
A tombkeeper is destined to be impossible to become a tombkeeper. You said there must be a way, but tell me? Is there any rare treasure that can change a useless person like me who can't even feel the magic power?
"
Jelica lowered her head, not daring to look into Creek's angry eyes.
"I'll find it."
"What did you say?" Creek didn't hear clearly.
Jelika said loudly: "I will find a way to make you a tombkeeper!"
After hearing this, Creek snorted coldly, "Then go and find it."
In his heart, Crick simply did not believe that there was a way to change his qualifications.
"What if I find it?" Jelica said reluctantly.
Creek just thought it was to send Jelika and said: "If you find it, no matter what you want me to do, I will listen to you."
"Okay." After receiving Creek's words, Jelica no longer lingered here and turned around to leave, so decisively that even Creek was a little surprised.
"Humph." After seeing Jelica leave, Creek snorted coldly, turned around and locked himself in the wooden house.
…
For four years, Jelika traveled around, trying to find a solution to the problem of Crick's inability to perceive magic. She collected materials from various places, read classics, and even borrowed the devil's code. And every four months,
Crick will receive letters from Jelica regarding the progress of her research.
On this day, Jelika returned to her hometown. For no other reason, their father was critically ill.
Old White was lying dying in front of the bed. Beside the bed were his two children waiting for him.
"Jelika, you are back." Old White looked weakly at the slim girl beside him, his eyes full of love and care, "You are as beautiful as your mother."
"Father, don't force yourself." Jelica said.
Old White shook his head and looked at his other child.
"Crick, I have too many things to say to you. Unfortunately, I don't have much time anymore. I can't change your physique. I'm sorry. Maybe the harshness I treated you when I was a child has turned into a harsh attitude towards you."
Because of your injuries, you are more suitable to grow up carefree like those ordinary children." Old White's eyes were full of guilt for Crick.
Creek lowered his head and said nothing.
"Father, I want to be a carpenter."
Jelica was stunned. She suddenly raised her head and looked at Creek in surprise.
Old White was silent for a moment, "If this is your wish, but never let down your noble blood."
"The last thing is about your mother." Old White said in his weak voice: "I have always been silent when you asked me about my mother."
"And now, what I'm telling you is, your mother is doing a great thing." White said.
"A great thing?" The two of them didn't understand.
"Perhaps you will see her in the future, she is an elf." White said.
"Elf! But, didn't they become extinct hundreds of years ago?" Jelica said in disbelief.
"That may be true, but there are always exceptions in the world."
Old White shook his head, unable to answer any more.
At two o'clock in the morning, old White passed away.
On the day of the burial, it was raining lightly, and there were many people in front of Old White's grave. This was to pay homage to him.
The crowd gradually dispersed, and finally only the two White children were left standing in front of the tomb.
"Brother, I have made great progress in solving your physical problem." Jelica said softly: "In the virgin forest to the east of the city, there is a huge castle ruin. I found a sealing array there.
It seems that something has been sealed. It may be the divine seal technique that has been lost to the church. I have found an idea from it, and I believe that it will be fruitful before long."
"Yeah." Creek responded absentmindedly.
"Jelica, I sometimes wonder, am I really suitable to be a tombkeeper?" Creek said with self-doubt.
A pair of hands suddenly reached out and slapped Creek on the cheek.
"Brother, what are you talking about? If you are not suitable to be a tombkeeper, then who else is suitable? Believe me, hard work will always pay off," Jelika said.
Crick was silent. He had already doubted this sentence the day before he became a tombkeeper. When he was a child, his father always told him that hard work will pay off. When he grew up, he understood that hard work will pay off.