: In the quiet room, looking at Athir in front of him, Count Bolia sat weakly beside him and continued to tell the story slowly.
"Our ancestor came from a faraway continent and was a powerful wizard."
"More than a hundred years ago, he came to the Northland. While leaving his bloodline, he also left something for us."
Looking at Athir, Boria took out the amulet from the purple wooden box with a complicated look in his eyes: "This is a wizard's thing, a legendary magic item, and also a certificate."
"If there are any descendants of our Fakus family who have wizard talent, then with these certificates, they can go to the southern kingdom and take a ship to the continent where the wizards are."
"Athir, you should know that besides Elhua, I also have an eldest son who went to the southern kingdom when he was young and has not returned yet."
"Is it possible?" Athir understood a little.
"Yes." Count Bolia smiled bitterly. "My eldest son has the talent of a wizard, so I sent him away a long time ago. There is still no news from him."
"That's why those people attacked us."
He said in silence: "In our Fakus family, wizard blood runs, so there are occasionally some people with wizard qualifications among the clan."
"In fact, it's not just our family. In many of the surrounding kingdoms, the royal families and nobles basically all have wizard blood, so they can rule a kingdom for a long time."
"In the past nearly 100 years, there have been some people with wizarding talents in our family at certain times. Although these people have not become real wizards, they are very powerful and have connections with other wizards. This is why the surrounding kingdoms dare not take action against us, and it has continued until now."
"In recent decades, fewer and fewer people with wizarding talent have appeared in our family. The only one who appeared is my eldest son. However, no news has been received for such a long time. This is why people around us can't help but take action against us."
At this point, he couldn't help coughing a few times, and his voice became even weaker: "Athir, do you know why your father and I value you so much?"
"The descendants of humans and elves will inherit the advantages of both sides, and are more likely to inherit the talents of wizards than ordinary people."
"Athir, you not only possess a strong knight's talent, but also a wizard's talent."
Hearing this in front of Count Bolia, Athir paused slightly and looked a little surprised.
Seeing him like this, Count Bolia shook his head and said, "Don't doubt it, 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 amulet in his hand to the front: "This certificate should have been given to you half a year ago, but at that time, the orc riot had just occurred and the situation around was not very good, so I chose not to send you out."
"And now, even if I want to send you out, I'm afraid I can't do it."
Boria smiled bitterly. "Every year, a fleet of wizards from far away will stop at the southern coast to accept some new wizard apprentices."
"After you leave the North, take Elhua and the others to a kingdom in the South. There, people from our family are stationed there, which is enough to guarantee your livelihood."
"When you get there and meet the person in charge, give him this letter and he will know what to do."
He took out a letter from his arms tremblingly and handed it to Athir.
The letter was written on a kind of paper that was very rare in the North and was neatly folded, but some of the handwriting on it was a little sloppy, as if the pen was not held steadily when it was written.
Athir took the letter silently and put it in his arms, appearing to treasure it very much.
The scene was silent for a while until Count Borea's voice broke the silence again.
"You don't have to worry about unnecessary things at Elhua's place."
Count Bolia said in a somewhat silent voice, "At this point, the North can no longer be defended. Those people from Arcadilla are just an initial test, and the real power of the kingdoms has not yet taken action. If Elhua continues to stay here, his fate will not be good."
"Over the years, our family has gained a lot of power in the many kingdoms in the south. Although it is not as strong as in the north and it is impossible to be as powerful as before, it is not a problem to maintain a decent life."
Hearing this, Athir didn't say anything, but just nodded silently.
This is indeed a wise choice.
Based on Athir's understanding of Elhua, if the other party continued to stay in the North with his character, under the current situation, he would be eaten by those people without leaving even a bone, and would not have a good ending at all.
Count Polya was obviously very aware of his children's abilities and had a clear view of the surrounding situation, so he did not hold any hope.
Time is passing slowly.
As if sensing that his life was coming to an end, Count Polya spoke a lot, which was unusual for him, revealing many things from the past one by one.
Feeling the emotions of the person in front of him, Athir was very tactful and did not interrupt him, but only asked some questions occasionally.
"...According to the family's records, the continent we are on is actually very barren compared to other continents. Not only are the resources scarce, but it also lacks a sufficient environment. It is a place abandoned by wizards."
"The place where those wizards are located is another continent. There are many dangers there, which are far more terrifying than here."
"And your mother was actually an elf refugee who drifted from another continent. She was brought to this continent by those merchants and finally bought back by us. That's how you were born."
Before he knew it, Boria was talking about Athir's mother, muttering to himself.
"Refugees?" Athir asked back with some confusion.
"Yes, refugees." Count Bolia shook his head. After he felt more sober, he said affirmatively, "Decades ago, a terrible disaster seemed to have broken out in the place where the elves lived. In just a few years, several elven kingdoms collapsed one after another. A large number of elven refugees were taken away by slave traders and sold around. Your mother was one of them."
"After your mother was bought back, she was unable to communicate with us because of the language barrier."
"The only thing we know is that your mother was born into a minor noble family in an elven kingdom."
Having said this, Bolia paused, then took out a coat of arms from the side. On it was embroidered a purple bird with a silver moon in its beak.
"This is the coat of arms on your mother's body. It represents her noble status. If you want to find your mother, you can use this to look for her if you have the chance in the future."
Listening to his words, Athir silently took the small emblem and was silent for a moment.
Before my eyes, Count Bolia was still muttering, but his voice was getting smaller and smaller, and was about to fall into silence.
Atier stood here quietly for a while, and when the sound in front completely disappeared, he let out a sigh.
At this moment, a strong hand suddenly stretched out and patted Athir's shoulder.
Atier was startled and instinctively wanted to pull the hand away, but he did not move.
"Athir!!"
In front of Athir, Count Bolia suddenly spoke in a hoarse but firm voice.
He grabbed Athir's shoulders, and as if he had used up the last bit of his life strength, he shouted, "Promise me! Take good care of Elhua for me!"
Boria grabbed Athir's shoulders tightly and shouted with all his strength, his face becoming ferocious and terrifying.
He looked straight at Athir, with a pleading look in his eyes.
The scene was silent for a moment.
Listening to Count Bolia's words, Athir was silent.
Time passed slowly, and in front of his eyes, Count Bolia's life was quickly fading away. The arm that originally grasped his shoulder was becoming weaker and weaker, and he was about to face his final journey.
Looking at the sadness in the other person's eyes and the gradually dimming light, Athir sighed and spoke while standing where he was.
"I'll try my best..." he whispered, looking at the person in front of him.
As soon as the words fell, one arm dropped weakly, finally losing the last bit of strength.
(End of this chapter)