The Wizard’s Immortality (Wizarding Immortal)

In the quiet room, looking at Adil in front of him, Count Boria sat weakly aside and continued to speak slowly.

"Our ancestor, from a continent far away, was a powerful wizard."

"More than a hundred years ago, he came to the Northland, and while leaving his bloodline, he also left something for us."

Looking at Adil, Boria took out the talisman from the purple wooden box, her eyes were a little complicated: "This is a wizard's thing, a legendary magical item, and a certificate."

"Among the descendants of our Facus family, if there is a person with the talent of a wizard, then with these credentials, you can go to the kingdom in the south and take a boat to the continent where the wizard is."

"Adil, you should know that in addition to Elva, I have an eldest son who has gone to the southern kingdom since he was a child, and has not come back to this day."

"Could it be?" Adil was a little enlightened.

"Yes." Speaking of this, Count Boria showed a wry smile on his face: "My eldest son has the qualifications of a wizard, so he was sent out by me very early, and there is still no news."

"That's why those people got their hands on us."

He said somewhat silently: "In our Facus family, the blood of wizards flows, so there are occasionally some people with wizard qualifications in the clan."

"In fact, not only our family, but in the surrounding kingdoms, 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 100 years, there have been some people with the talent of wizards in our family every time. Although these people have not become real wizards, they are also very powerful and have relationships with other wizards. The surrounding kingdoms dare not do anything to us, and it has continued to this day."

"In recent decades, there have been fewer and fewer people in our family with the talent of wizards. The only one who has appeared is my eldest son, but there has been no news for so long in the past, which makes the surrounding people unable to resist us. ."

Speaking of this, he couldn't help coughing a few times, and his voice became weaker: "Adiel, do you know why your father and I attach so much importance to you?"

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

"Adil, you not only have a strong knight talent, but also a wizard talent."

In front of Count Boria, hearing this, Adil paused slightly and looked a little surprised.

Seeing him like this, Count Boria shook his head: "No doubt, 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 forward in his hand: "This certificate should have been given to you more than half a year ago, but at that time, the orc riot had just happened, and the surrounding The situation is not very good, so there is no choice to send you out."

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

A wry smile appeared on Boria's face: "Every year, the fleet of far-flung wizards will dock on the southern coast to accept some new wizard apprentices."

"After you leave the Northland, take Elva and the others to a certain kingdom in the south, where there are people from our family stationed there, enough to guarantee your life."

"When you get there, after you meet the principal there, give this letter to him, and he will understand 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, and it was neatly folded, but some of the handwriting on it was a bit scribbled, as if the pen was not held steady when writing.

Adil silently took the letter and put it in his arms, looking very cherished.

The scene was silent for a while, until the voice of Count Boria broke the silence again.

"With Elva, you don't have to worry about superfluous things."

Earl Boria said quietly: "By now, the Northland can no longer be held. Those people in Arcadilla are just the initial temptation. The real power of the major kingdoms has not yet begun, and Elva continues to stay here. , it won't end well."

"Over the years, our family has also had many strengths in many kingdoms in the south. Although it is not as good as the north, it is impossible to be like before, but maintaining a decent life is not a problem."

Hearing this, Adil didn't speak, just nodded silently.

This is indeed a wise choice.

Based on Adil's understanding of Elva, if the opponent's character continues to stay in the Northland, in the current form, he will only be eaten by those people without bones left, and it will not end well at all.

Count Boria clearly understood the abilities of his child, and saw the surrounding situation very clearly, and he didn't take any luck in his heart.

Time is passing slowly.

It seemed that he felt that his life was about to come to an end, and Count Boria said a lot of rare things, revealing many things in the past one by one.

Feeling the emotions of the person in front of him, Adil was also very sensible and did not interrupt the other party, but only occasionally asked some questions.

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

"The places where the wizards are located are other continents, and there are many dangers on them, which are far more terrifying than ours."

"And your mother, in fact, was an elf refugee floating from another continent. She was brought to this continent by those merchants, and finally bought back by us. That's why you are."

Unconsciously, Boria talked to Adil's mother, where she muttered to herself.

"Refugees?" Adil asked with some doubts.

"Yes, refugees." Count Boria shook his head, feeling a little more awake, and said with certainty: "Decades ago, where the elves were, a terrible disaster seemed to break out. Over the years, several elven kingdoms have collapsed one after another, and a large number of elven refugees have been taken away by slave traders and sold around, your mother is one of them."

"After your mother was bought back, she couldn't communicate with us because of the language barrier."

"The only thing we can know is that your mother was born into a small noble of an elf kingdom."

Having said this, Boria paused, and then took out a coat of arms from the side, embroidered with a purple bird, with a silver moon on the bird.

"This is the coat of arms of your mother back then, representing her noble status. If you want to find your mother, if you have the opportunity in the future, you can use this to look for it."

Listening to his words, Adil silently took the small coat of arms and was silent for a while.

In front of him, Count Boria was still muttering, but his voice was getting smaller and smaller, and he was about to return to silence.

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 powerful hand suddenly stretched out and patted Adil on the shoulder.

Adil was startled and instinctively wanted to tear his hand away, but he didn't move.

"Adel!!"

In front of Adil, Count Boria suddenly spoke, with a hoarse but firm voice.

He grabbed Adil's shoulders, and seemed to have used up the last shred of strength of his life, shouting there: "Promise me!!! Take care of Elva for me!!!"

Boria clung to Adil's shoulders tightly and shouted with all her strength, her face turning hideous and terrifying.

His eyes looked directly at Adil, and a pleading appeared in his eyes.

The scene was silent for a while.

Listening to Count Boria's words, Adil was a little silent.

Time passed slowly, and in front of him, Count Boria's life was quickly fading away, and the strength of the arm that was holding his shoulder was getting weaker and weaker, and he was about to usher in the final course.

Looking at the sadness in the other's eyes and the fading brilliance, Adil sighed and stood on the spot to speak.

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

When the voice just fell, one arm drooped weakly, and finally lost the last bit of strength.