Noble Emblem

Rooney shook his head: "No more. There is only this diary left by our ancestor Ash, but there are several books recording him. They are all memoirs written by his son and grandson, and of course my ancestors."

"Can I take a look?" Beta asked.

"Of course." Rooney seemed to have been prepared. He pulled out a few old books from the wooden shelf next to him, and then asked with expectant eyes: "Your Excellency Beta, can I also call you master like my ancestors?"

Beta stared at Rooney for a short while, with vague expectation in the latter's eyes. Beta knew that Ash must have passed down the ability of the Knights of the Round Table system in writing or verbally. Rooney longed for power. This was not a big problem, but the problem was that Beta didn't want to accept the descendant of an acquaintance now. Become a Knight of the Round Table.

So he smiled and said: "The most important thing for a person is freedom. Ash exchanged freedom for power. That's why he needed power, but you are different. You already have power now. You are close to an elite-level professional. You are still so young and have a bright future." Yuanda, you don’t need to be under my command.”

This was a very gentle rejection. Rooney understood it and was extremely disappointed. But he still forced a smile and said: "What a pity, Mr. Beta. Please come downstairs to dine."

The two of them went downstairs. The younger sister had already placed lunch and tableware. When she saw Beta coming down, her face turned red unconsciously, and she lowered her head and sat down gently.

My sister's cooking skills are very good. The honey bread is fragrant and soft, and the veal is fried like a yellow cake with some spices sprinkled on it. The appearance alone is already mouth-watering.

"tasty."

After lunch, Beta complimented her, and her sister blushed with joy.

Beta then went upstairs, returned to his room, and continued to read the diaries to see if he could find anything more useful.

The younger sister, who was in a state of excitement, finally discovered that her brother was feeling lost, and asked doubtfully: "Brother, why do you seem unhappy?"

In her opinion, now that the family's debts have been paid off and she has met the legendary master again, her brother should be more happy than she is. After all, she knows very well that the person her eldest brother admires most is the one who gave their family strength. 'Owner'.

"Lord Beta rejected my request to become a follower."

The younger sister opened her eyes in disbelief: "Why is this happening? Brother is not bad at it. If you are willing, you can become a follower of any big shot without any problem."

Rooney said with some disbelief: "Maybe I lack certain qualities. After all, when Ash's ancestor was an ordinary person, the master felt that the ancestor should become a knight, and even came to lobby for it again and again. The master is the master, He won’t look down on me because of my strength.”

My sister opened her mouth, not knowing how to comfort her.

In the next two days, Beta read the thick memoirs, but did not get any more news from them. But even so, he felt that staying in this city for two days was not a waste of time. At least he got another 'fragment' about the events before and after the 'War of Gods', and he also got to know Ash's descendants. Their lives were fine, and they felt relieved.

Then, Beta bid farewell to them, and both Rooney and his sister were very disappointed.

It was morning, and the sun was warm and bright. Beta was walking on the street, looking for the horse boy. As he was walking, he accidentally saw a carriage traveling in the opposite direction to him on the other side of the street.

Beside the carriage, there was a large group of soldiers surrounding it. This was nothing. What really made Beta frown was that the moment the curtains moved as the carriage was moving, he saw a little fat man sitting in the carriage, and a magician, a master-level magician.

This magician's basic skills are good and his mental power is quite concentrated. He can control his mental fluctuations within a certain small range. But there is still a big gap compared to Beta. Even people at the legendary level cannot feel it when Beta has restrained his mental power.

Therefore, Beta discovered the other party, but the other party did not discover Beta.

"They are not heading towards Rooney in this direction."

Beta felt a little unhappy and turned around to follow.

On the Toli Manor side, Rooney and his sister watched Beta leave. They stood there for a long time before returning to the room. After the two entered the room, they sat down facing each other without saying a word.

Rooney's fault was because he failed to fulfill the duties set by his ancestors, while his sister's fault was because of some girlish little thoughts that cannot be known to the public.

Both of them were silent for a long time. The sister with a little red eyes stood up. She was about to say that she was going to rest, but she saw her brother suddenly stood up, grabbed the long sword lying next to him, and pushed it away with a serious expression. The door.

Outside the door, the fat little nobleman Malfoy stood at the front, and next to him was a magician in black robes.

Rooney felt strong pressure on the magician's body, which made his hands tremble a little.

"Malf, if you haven't returned the gold coins to you, why are you still coming to trouble me?"

Malv's eyes crossed Rooney and landed in the room. He seemed to be looking for something. Then his eyes focused and fell on Rooney again. On his greasy face, he showed some strange smiles of confusion: "It's strange, status." Why is the noble man who helped you missing? I happened to bring some people here to cause trouble for him. "

"Lord Beta, are you the ones who can do this?"

Hearing that Malv's target was actually Beta, Rooney felt angry in his heart and his hands stopped shaking.

"It seems like he's gone, that's fine." Malv nodded: "I don't want to offend a magician above the master level. Of course, if he is here, I would like to see how powerful he is."

When the magician next to the little fat man heard this, he smiled condescendingly.

"Then what is your purpose, Malfoy?"

"At this point, I don't want to say anything more." Malv clapped his hands gently and said, "I want your book collection. I heard there are more than three thousand books. This is the real treasure."

Rooney's whole body felt like it had fallen into an ice cellar, and his mouth was trembling: "How do you know?"

"Of course it's what your bastard father said." The little fat man said matter-of-factly: "I've always wondered why your family was in decline, but it still taught you a profession like yours even though there were no teachers. Moreover, in addition to being addicted to gambling, your father is also quite talented, with good appreciation of painting and music. You even know some strange secrets, and the words you occasionally say are very insightful and profound. This is not normal. "

"So I found your father in the casino yesterday and invited him to drink. He was so drunk that he almost died. I didn't expect that I would hear such big news from his dirty mouth."

"Three thousand ancient books are all mine."