Rooney shook his head: "No, the only diary left by the ancestor Ash is this one, but there are several books that record him. They are all memoirs written by his son and grandson, and of course my ancestors."
"Can I see it?" Beta asked.
"Of course." Rooney seemed to have been prepared for a long time. He took 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 while, with vague expectations in the latter's eyes. Beta knew that Ash must have passed down the abilities of the Knights of the Round Table system in writing or orally. Rooney longed for power, and this was not a big problem. Be knights of the round table.
So he smiled and said: "The most important thing for a person is freedom. Ash traded his freedom for power. That is what he needs power, but you are different. You already have power now. You are close to an elite-level professional, and you are still so young. You have a bright future." You don’t have to be attached to my subordinates.”
This was a very gentle refusal. Rooney understood it and was extremely disappointed. But he still forced a smile and said: "It's a pity, Your Excellency Beta. Please go downstairs for dinner."
The two went downstairs, and the younger sister had already set the lunch and tableware. When she saw Beta coming down, her face blushed unconsciously, and she lowered her head to the side and sat down gently.
My sister's cooking skills are very good. The honey bread is delicious and fluffy. The veal is fried like a piece of yellow cake with some spices sprinkled on it. The appearance alone is already mouth-watering.
"tasty."
After lunch, Beta praised her, and her sister blushed with joy.
Then Beta went upstairs, returned to her room, and continued to read those diaries to see if she could find something more useful.
The younger sister, who was in a state of excitement, finally found out that her brother was in a state of disappointment, so she asked suspiciously: "Brother, why do you seem unhappy?"
In her mind, now that the family's debts have been paid off, and seeing the legendary master again, her elder brother should be happier than herself. After all, she knows very well that the elder brother admires the most is the one who gave their family strength. 'Owner'.
"Your Excellency Beta rejected my request to become a follower."
The younger sister opened her eyes in disbelief: "Why is this happening? Brother's strength is not bad. If you want, you can become the follower of any big man, and you will have no problem."
Rooney said with some disbelief: "Maybe I lack some qualities. After all, when the ancestor of Ash was still an ordinary person, the master thought that the ancestor should become a knight, and even came to lobby time and again. The master is the master. He won't look up to me because of my strength."
The younger sister opened her mouth, not knowing how to comfort her.
In the next two days, Beta finished reading those 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 piece of "shards" about the "war of gods" before and after the incident, and he also got to know Ash's descendants. Their lives are okay, so they feel relieved a lot.
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 a stable boy. As he was walking, he accidentally saw a carriage driving in the opposite direction to him on the other side of the street.
Beside the carriage, surrounded by a large group of soldiers. This is nothing. What really made Beta frown was that when he was driving in the carriage, the moment the curtains fluttered, 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, and he can restrain his mental fluctuations to a certain small range. But compared to Beta, there is still a big gap. Beta has restrained his mental power, and even people at the legendary level can't feel it.
Therefore, Beta found the other party, but the other party did not find Beta.
"In this direction, they will not be heading for Rooney."
Beta felt a little unhappy, turned around and followed behind.
On the side of Torrey Manor, Rooney and his sister watched Beta leave, and they stood there for a long time before returning to the room. After the two entered the room, they also sat down facing each other without saying a word.
Rooney is because he failed to fulfill the duties set by his ancestors, while his sister is because of some unknown young girls' little thoughts.
Both of them were silent for a long time, the younger sister with red eyes stood up, and was about to say that she was going to rest, but saw her elder brother standing up suddenly, grabbed the long sword beside him, and pushed it away with a serious expression. the door.
Outside the door, the little fat nobleman Malfoy stood at the front, and next to him was a magician in black robe.
Rooney felt a strong pressure on the magician, which made his hands tremble a little.
"Malfo, the gold coins are not returned to you, why are you still bothering me?"
Malfoy looked over Rooney and landed in the room. He seemed to be looking for something, then his eyes focused and landed on Rooney again. On his greasy face, he showed some puzzled and strange smiles: "Strange, status What about the nobleman who helped you, why is it missing, I happened to bring some people here, trying to trouble him."
"Your Excellency Beta, are you also able to move?"
Hearing that Malfoy's target was actually Beta, Rooney was so angry that his hands stopped shaking.
"Looks like he's gone, it's fine to go." Malfoy 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."
The magician next to the little fat man smiled condescendingly when he heard this.
"Then what is your purpose, Malfoy?"
"Now that things have happened, I don't want to say anything more." Malfoy clapped his hands lightly and said, "I want your book collection. I heard that there are more than 3,000 books. This is the real treasure."
Rooney's whole body was like ice, his mouth was trembling: "How do you know?"
"Of course it was said by your dead ghost father." The little fat man said as a matter of course: "I have always wondered why your family is in decline, but you still teach you such a profession without a teacher. You, and your father, apart from being addicted to gambling, is also quite talented, with good appreciation of painting and music, and you even know some strange secrets, and the words you occasionally say are very insightful and deep, which is not normal. "
"So I found your father in the casino yesterday and invited him to drink until he was almost drunk to death. I didn't expect to hear such big news from his dirty mouth."
"The three thousand ancient books are all mine."