âBeing called grandfather by a young man not much smaller than me is truly a strange experience.â
The young man in the painting blinked. âWhatâs your name? Are you Jean or Millerâs child?
âIâm Marvin. My father is Jean,â Marvin answered simply.
âAre they okay?â The man in the painting anxiously fretted, âAfter I left, I didnât pay attention to White River Valley for a very long time. I gave the valley to your father, but his innate talent isnât very outstanding. I always worried about you guys.â
âAfter you left?â Marvin was shocked.
âCould it be that you havenât died?â
The young man laughed for a bit. âOf course, itâs just a prank. But it seems I wonât be able to return for a little while. To let everyone think Iâm dead might have been for the best.â
Marvin suddenly felt a bit dizzy.
His own grandfather⊠Was actually still alive?
He firmly believed that this scroll was an alchemy item with a [Message Image] enchantment attached to it. The man inside and his words would have been recorded in advance.
But he hadnât expected that his own grandfather was actually still alive.
That paintingâŠ.
âThis painting will burn in a few minutes. You might not see me for a very long time, Marvin.â
A trace of benevolence flashed through the young manâs eyes as he watched Marvin. Despite Marvin feeling that kindness was a bit out of sorts, he still forced himself to accept it.
He was his grandfather after all.
âCommunication across planes is a very troublesome matter unless you can find someone able to reproduce a similar item.â
The young man gravely said, âWe donât have much time. I know you have a lot of questions, but I have to answer to the most important ones.â
Then, the young man kept talking for two and a half minutes, and Marvin listened, recording every word in his heart.
The content was really too shocking.
Marvin kept thinking about it, confirming it in his heart, making sure his grandfather didnât make a mistake.
Once the time came, the lower half of the painting began to burn on its own.
âSeems like our discussion has reached its end.â The young man gently smiled. âAlthough Iâm surprised you didnât become a Wizard, but Ranger with the Shapeshift Sorcerer subclass is also a very fascinating path. I also noticed many powerful blessings on your body. You seem to be shouldering many peopleâs expectations.â
âI am proud of you.â
âThis painting will ultimately leave a remnant behind. That remnant is the planeâs mark. If you can get a hold of an item to communicate between planes, you can try to get in touch with me. I know you still have many questions, but for now you can only go by yourself and gradually exploreâŠâ
That last word had yet to be finished when the painting finished burning.
Marvin cautiously walked over and picked out a small crystal from the ashes.
This was the plane mark his grandfather mentioned.
He suddenly heard a coughing voice behind him!
The powerful Ice Angel finally got rid of the petrification state.
She was extremely angry as she looked at the absolutely empty stone platform. She lost her self-control and asked Marvin, âWhat have you done?â
Marvin calmly looked at Daniela. âI took what my grandfather gave me.â
âThatâs all.â
Daniela rushed in disbelief and grabbed Marvinâs wrists.
The ice cold feeling from her body could be felt.
âYou really⊠equipped it?â Danielaâs tone was extremely dispirited.
She ground her teeth and glared at Marvin, âWhy is it you!â
âMy father obviously told me it belonged to me!â
âIt should be mine.â
She then seemed lose her spirit.
Marvin lightly patted her shoulder. âDonât take offense, your father might have made a wrong guess.â
âRegardless, we are family, arenât we?â
âŠ
That pair of bracelets wasnât a treasure in itself, but only people with enough talent in the Cridland clan could put them on.
Their effect was to control the true treasure.
And after putting it on, Cridlandâs clansmen couldnât harm him. This was a bloodline restriction.
Marvinâs grandfather also made use of that point in those days. He stole the treasure and ran away unhindered out of the Lavis Kingdom.
In the Cridland family, there was a rumor that the one who put on this pair of bracelets would become the ruler of the North.
Marvinâs grandfather had put on those bracelets, but he wasnât interested in becoming the ruler of the North. A few decades after escaping to the South, he left this world.
Thatâs right, he left this world, left Feinan.
But that didnât mean he died.
Marvin recalled that day in his childhood when his father and Uncle Miller held a funeral. They hadnât looked very sad.
They must have known their father had disappeared, but hadnât died.
He left this world. And as for where he was now, he hadnât had time to tell Marvin, but according to Marvinâs guess⊠he most likely was in Hell.
The secret of the Numen, Cridland clanâs most valuable treasure⊠Marvin finally knew what the hell that thing was!
That was the head of an Archdevil!
Despite his grandfather mentioning the countless ancient seals on it, Marvin was still startled.
The Archdevil head was still the real thing, and it was now calmly lying in that secret path.
Thinking of this, Marvin didnât even dare to sleep in his castle.
His grandfather truly had a big heart. He actually buried a ticking time bomb like that under White River Valley. Wasnât he worried that a time bomb like that, whose seals werenât reinforced by strong casters, could lead to many calamities?
In fact, the calamities White River Valley met this past half year were due to this sealed head.
That black-clothed old man was a phantom forcefully condensed by the Archdevil. It had countless years of knowledge from the Archdevil, but no strength.
This guy was also pitiful. His head was originally cut down by the first Numen, and they absorbed knowledge and bloodlineâs strength from the Archdevilâs head. They successfully made the first man-made bloodline Sorcerer. Those people were the first Numen.
They were extremely powerful and tyrannized countless worlds, a group of crazy mad scientists. They were obsessed with making artificial bloodlines and loved to imprison all kinds of powerful lifeforms to absorb their power.
This Archdevil was one of the unlucky targets.
He had been used by the Cridland clan for many generations, relying on his unparalleled vitality and his ability to draw power from the void. He kept struggling at deathâs door.
A lot of seals were placed on his head, leaving him unable to use his considerable powers.
Helpless, he could only begin to resort to schemes, which also happened to be what he was the best at.
He tried countless times, and eventually succeeded.
He bewitched Marvinâs grandfather into taking him away from the Cridland clanâs hidden grounds.
But he had also failed. Marvinâs grandfather was the most outstanding talent from the Cridland clan (or so the young man had said). Even if others believed he was merely a 3rd rank Wizard, in fact, his Sorcerer class was higher leveled than his Wizard class. Even if it wasnât publicly known, Marvin estimated that his grandfather was at least a Legend.
He saw through the Devilâs trick and imprisoned it in a small region like White River Valley before relying on his mighty strength to replace the seals.
The Archdevil thoroughly calmed down.
But he didnât give up.
The two sides made a bet, and put it on a contract. That time, the always conceited young man lost and had to follow the contract, so he was forced to leave Feinan.
He thought he could come back very quickly, but he was trapped.
Thus, so many years flew past.
Up till today when Marvin, with the help of Daniela, realized the truth.
Because Marvinâs grandfather left, the seals on the Archdevilâs head began to loosen up.
Little by little, he was able to condense a phantom. And even if it was only a small step, it already gave him the prerequisite to help him escape.
He used the black-clothed manâs identity to bewitch Toshiroya, King Cobra, Miller, and the Ogres. He hadnât dared to look for stronger people because they would have been able to see through him.
He was hoping these people could rescue him, though of course, he had enticed them with lies.
But Marvin arrived in this world, making everything impossible.
Marvin equipped that pair of bracelets named [Ancestorâs Mystery]. The braceletsâ power was reinvigorated, once again activating many seals that had previously worn off a for long time back on that Archdevilâs head.
From his grandfatherâs words, the Archdevilâs head shouldnât be able to recreate a phantom for another half a year.
Naturally, he also warned Marvin to not touch the head for the time being, unless he was able to go through the hidden chamberâs willpower check on his own.
That Great Devilâs head was an reproduction of the actual Archdevilâs head made by his grandfather using alchemy. Only by using his own power to withstand its effects would he be able to resist the Archdevilâs bewitchment.
Thus Marvin set aside the idea to go check on the Archdevilâs head for the time being.
However, he apparently found a completely new path for his Shapeshift Sorcerer advancement.
In any case, Marvin finally figured out the origin of the black-clothed man, and temporarily removed the crisis on his territory.
As for Daniela, she was extremely dispirited. She had pledged that if she couldnât get the Archdevilâs head, she wouldnât go back to the North.
She sent Oren back to Lavisâ Dukedom to inform her father.
Marvin couldnât say anything about this.
He wasnât worried about Daniela staying in his territory. After all, with the Ancestorâs Mystery in his hand, she wouldnât be foolish enough to get in contact with the Archdevilâs head. She would only be controlled by that kind of crafty Devil.
But what Marvin didnât expect was that just one day later, he would be pleasantly surprised by Daniela.
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The next day, in the meeting room.
Marvin gathered everyone, mainly to discuss what would happen after the war and how to develop White River Valley.
He shared a bit of his thoughts when suddenly, Daniela stood up.
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âIn any case, I have nothing else to do here.â