Let's move the time forward for a short while.

Leiden City, north of the city, deep in the noble cemetery.

The sword shadow that soared into the sky was enough to attract the attention of everyone in the cemetery.

And with the departure of Horace and others, the lively cemetery that had just become quiet again.

The rare noisy place has quieted again.

Only the breeze blew from time to time, causing the rustling of leaves.

The aura of the cult lingered indifferently, like a tulle.

Soon, a lonely footsteps came.

A pair of boots that were as smooth as new came in along the winding gravel path.

The owner of the boot seemed to be accustomed to everything that happened in the cemetery, without stopping at all, passing countless tombs with wide open doors along the way.

Finally, the boots stopped in front of a tomb chamber.

Outside the tomb, several thin and simple coffins were scattered casually.

Aaron was in a hurry when he left, so he didn't deliberately clean up these coffin boards.

A male voice slowly echoed between the cemeteries: "Ha, I said be careful."

His voice was low, as if he was talking to himself.

"But so is this kid. He doesn't even put his father's coffin board back."

Speaking of this, he paused for a moment and sneered, "That's right, this kid can only be considered half of his biological child."

A cough sounded like a call.

It seemed as if several arms were formed from the void, and several broken wooden boards were silently and automatically put together again.

"After all, it's the place to live in the future, so you have to change it slightly..."

The man muttered, "It's just a little smaller..."

A circle of faint extraordinary aura spread out, and a silver thread set out from a corner on the coffin, like a pen that was swaying, and an inexplicable inscription gradually took shape.

It is extremely difficult to describe the style of the inscription of the talisman. In fact, it is not so much a talisman inscription as a product of countless words mixed together.

At first glance, without others explaining it, the intuition that arises from the heart probably makes people understand that this talisman inscription is used to seal something.

However, after the second glance, this text-like image will be completely confused in the viewer's eyes and become countless graphic records that are unknown.

Different angles, the graphics expressed in these complex talisman inscriptions are different.

"I originally thought that when I left with the inheritance, this matter would have a result."

Boots walked a few steps and stood in front of the tomb.

“My ancestors told me that we were born with this responsibility, haha, responsibility.

Yes, if the practice of cutting off family heritage is useful, I probably won’t have to be born.

I think I am too young.”

This man who had already entered middle age said.

"Aaron, hehe, it's really meaningless to die."

The iron door of the tomb chamber was opened, and the re-nailed coffin was silently filled into the messy tomb chamber.

"I originally thought that if I could use the hand of the Rat Cultivation Group of people to kill a person who was already dead, and then let them be scapegoats to receive extra attention. So what has troubled the family for many years will be solved?

As long as I can endure it, hide in a deep mountain corner, or simply take this card to the underground world and find an unknown underground mystery..."

The man sighed.

His bitter laughter echoed in the burial chambers.

"But I didn't expect that the truth of the matter was...

What did Sun Xuan say about the throat of death?

When will the world come together?

Oh, it's all the same...

This is not a talent at all, it is just a gift.

As long as you want, anyone can have the surname Albert.

It has nothing to do with blood, no talent..."

As he said that, with a muffled sound, the coffin trembled a little—it was over.

The boots slowly stepped into the wide open coffin.

Because the tomb chamber is narrow, the boots have to change directions.

Another muffled sound.

That was an intimate contact between someone's head and the coffin.

Someone cursed and complained: "Damn, this kid can't buy a little bigger one? If I had known, I would have left him more money."

At the end, he couldn't help but say to himself: "Strange, I remember it was just right when I lay in that year..."

Inside the seemingly simple tomb, a string of unknown words emerged on the rough stone wall.

Elf language, dragon language, dwarf language, goblin language...

Almost every extraordinary language appears on these cold stone walls.

No matter what extraordinary language it is written in, its language ultimately points to the same meaning - seal.

A hand poked out from the simple coffin and made a move casually.

The last coffin board outside the tomb room flew quietly and slowly entered the tomb room.

After a sound, the man's voice seemed much dull.

"When I want him to die, you want to save him.

All of my previous guesses were wrong, then this time, I want him to live.

Although the soul is no longer there, he is still growing up after all.

Maybe this time it will be fine..."

A brilliant golden card quietly illuminated everything around.

And from this card, an inconspicuous inscription of the talisman seal seemed to be pulled out by an invisible hand.

This inscription of the talisman seems to have wisdom. The appearance made of indescribable lines is twisting hard, as if trying to break free and return to the card.

Then, the man said lightly: "Go."

The inscription of the talisman seal was immediately swept away by a force, drilled out of the tomb chamber, turning into a golden rainbow and entering the clouds.

At first it was just a very thin golden thread, but in a blink of an eye it turned into a pillar of light.

It is extraordinary, like a tall building growing on the ground.

Most people in Leiden City felt something and couldn't help but look up.

So, they saw the light column tyrannically shattering the clouds in the sky, and they just bumped into everyone's eyes.

"No matter what his surname was before, at least now his surname is Albert..."

The man's voice began to be vague.

At the same time, the Albert family's tomb chamber was vaguely twisted.

Although it still stands there, if someone observes it at this moment, he always feels that it seems to be just a virtual image and is particularly unreal.

"I hope that after waking up, there will be no strange families in this world..."

This is the last complaint of the man.

After a few breaths, everything returned to normal except for this beam of light that soared into the sky.

The tomb that looked particularly shabby was still there, but the coffin in it was no longer where it went.
Chapter completed!