Thinking back to the Black Friday that triggered World War II, Hoffa seemed to see nothingness under this brilliant light. That was original sin, the original sin of mankind. This was not the path he wanted, let alone the true meaning that a wizard should pursue.

At this time, a look came from the crowd, and Hoffa stopped.

The owner of a sharp gaze was a middle-aged woman. She had long black hair and was quite beautiful. She was wearing a long black dress and had a fierce temperament. She was surrounded by the crowd and seemed to want to cut Hoffa in half with her eyes.

You can even figure out her identity with your toes.

Hoffa felt that his friend's mother did not seem to welcome him.

Withdrawing his gaze, the old housekeeper stood on the stairs and said softly: "Come with me."

All the way up the spiral staircase. There are many photos or oil paintings hanging on the walls of the castle. Those should be portraits of the former owners of this castle.

After following the housekeeper to the third floor of the house, the conversation downstairs gradually disappeared and the surroundings became very quiet. The protagonist in the oil painting on the wall gradually became the girl he knew well.

Hoffa looked along the wall one by one. From these photos, he could clearly see the growth process of Aglaia, from a girl with a bun face to a girl with an oval face.

Just looking at it, he discovered a problem.

Aglaia is a girl with Veela blood, but in all the photos, Hoffa can't see any other women with Veela blood.

In the rows of photos on the wall, there was always a dignified woman with majestic air and flowing black hair standing next to her, the same one she saw downstairs.

Although her mother is very beautiful, her appearance is not similar to Aglaia, and she does not have Veela blood.

This made him frown, and Hoffa couldn't help but ask the housekeeper: "Where is Aglaia's father?"

"Mr. de Laces is on a business trip."
Chapter completed!