Lady Livi stared blankly at the young man, a montary confusion flashing in her eyes, but she quickly seed to rember sothing, just as she was about to speak...
The next second, her eyes suddenly widened, witnessing a mont she would never forget.
——
Lady Livi watched in amazent as a semi-transparent golden ripple spread out from the handso young man, quickly sweeping over You Jike’s body, who let out a low roar and imdiately showed a pained expression.
Following that, You Jike seed like an apple being rcilessly squeezed by an invisible hand; his eyeballs bulged, his head deford, and finally, with a series of teeth-gnashing sounds of flesh being crushed, the nearly two-ter tall, bear-like robust You Jike quickly shrank into a mud-like ball of flesh just slightly larger than a fist.
Even Lady Livi, who had perford countless living blood and flesh experints, was almost nauseated by the sight.
At this mont, she heard a deep and urgent spell chant, which abruptly stopped the next second.
Looking up, her pupils shrank, reflecting only the image of a figure intending to cast a spell suddenly exploding.
The terrifying pressure filling the hall completely vanished, and the sun-like dazzling spirit light was extinguished.
Neither the gray-eyed Wizard nor You Jike existed anymore; from the blood mist ford by their bodies, two distinct space rings flew, each accompanied by two terrified and twisted soul phantoms, all floating lightly into a slender and fair hand.
Lady Livi stood dumbfounded in place, as if sothing was stuck in her throat.
Her vacant eyes scanned over the two patches of bloodstains in the empty hall before finally resting on the handso young man walking toward her.
"I don’t want to repeat this..."
The handso young man stopped completely a few ters away from Lady Livi and looked at her with an incredibly calm expression, "Where is Aunt Soraya now?"
"...Grandmother went to stay at the Clavell family at White Stone Castle three days ago, she should still be there..."
The handso young man finally got the answer he wanted and nodded to indicate his acknowledgnt.
It seed his purpose here was rely to ask Lady Livi this one question.
He directly turned and walked again towards the door but paused after two steps, slightly tilting his head to Lady Livi, casually reminding her: "Rember to clean the floor... I don’t want Aunt Soraya to find out I dirtied her favorite carpet as soon as I returned.."
"Yes...yes."
Lady Livi muttered in agreent, until that tall, upright figure completely disappeared into the snowstorm outside the door, a title she never wanted to say before finally finding its way out from her mouth.
"Linus..Uncle.."
If Lady Livi rembered correctly, about the sa ti four years ago, a young Wizard who claid to be from the Silver Magic Ring suddenly burst into Cold Stone Manor, and then inexplicably beca her grandmother’s nephew and her uncle in terms of seniority.
Four years ago, that young boy was rely a small Level 1 Wizard.
Four years later, he possessed fearso strength able to effortlessly crush Level 3 Wizards.
"Is it the sa person at all..."
Facing the wind and snow, Lady Livi’s eyes emitted a dreamy voice of confusion.
She did not know.
Perhaps only grandmother herself could discern.
....
"Linus, my dear Linus, you’re back..."
In a spacious and slightly shabby room, next to a blazing fireplace, Soraya, with her full head of silver hair, frail and thin, gently hugged Ronan.
"Yes, Aunt Soraya, I’ve returned."
Compared to his indifference and coldness when reuniting with Lady Livi, facing Soraya, who had given him much care and help, and showed genuine kindness to him, Ronan appeared significantly more gentle.
"You have far surpassed ..."
Soraya gently caressed Ronan’s cheek, her face full of affection and joy; although trying her best to hide it, her intensely fluctuating spiritual power still betrayed her excitent at this mont.
"Those who once trampled on the ’Ice Fla Iris’ glory should indeed see what an outstanding figure our Lansite Family has produced...
Even if you return to the Frost Leader, you’ll undoubtedly be among the most dazzling of your peers...
Linus, I didn’t see you wrongly, you haven’t disappointed ... Ice Frost hasn’t abandoned Lansite, fate still favors us.."
Soraya continued her speech, as the flas in the fireplace beside her flickered with her trembling and impassioned voice.
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