Chapter 209 208: Morgan’s response! Dark King trick!
The night is getting darker.
The stars dot the sky like diamonds, shining with gentle light. In this era of industrial reform, the night is as clean as an amazing curtain.
Ian and Riddle followed Miss Morgan and passed through a dense forest, and the gravel road under their feet gradually became wide and flat. The trees on both sides of the road are tall and ancient, with branches and leaves intertwined. As they gradually penetrate, the outline of a magnificent castle appears in the distance, which is a magnificent and ancient building.
The spire tower penetrates into the sky, with colorful flags floating on it. It is less mysterious than the castle of Hogwarts, and more grand and solemn as if it were legendary.
"Welcome to my home, my most respected teacher." The young Morgan turned over and dismounted, and his tone was full of heroic pride.
She handed the horse to the waiting servant, ignored the look of the servant looking at Ian and the other two, made an invitation to Ian, and then began to lead the way ahead.
Maybe it was back to a home with heavy red tape.
The princess began to pretend.
Her steps became a bit noble-like, as if every step had been carefully calculated, and the hem of the skirt swung gently with her movements, making a subtle rustling sound.
"Click~"
The gate of the castle slowly opened.
They were greeted by maids in gorgeous uniforms. They were well-trained and respectful. Unlike the servants outside, these maids did not have much curiosity about Ian and the other two.
In the eyes of their little princesses, their masters will look for so-called wizards outside every now and then, but most of them encounter people who are cheating.
That's why.
These maids may not be familiar with other skills, but they are very skilled in digging pits and burying people. Among them, a maid secretly glanced at Ian and felt a little regretful about the little boy's appearance.
"Go here, don't wake my father and mother. They don't like me to bring people back." Little Morgan noticed the strange thing about the maid and warned his maid with his eyes. Then, as if nothing had happened, she enthusiastically led Ian and Ian's servants to her "territory" in the castle.
This is located to the west of the castle.
The view outside is wide and you can see the beautiful scenery of the entire castle manor. The luxury inside the castle is far beyond Ian's imagination. In the spacious hall, the crystal chandeliers emit a brilliant light, illuminating every corner. Those crystals are real natural crystals with candles on them.
The walls are decorated with exquisite oil paintings, and the characters in the painting are lifelike. In addition to not being able to move, the painter's painting skills are absolutely outstanding.
"Your home is really big. Is this aristocrat?" The floor was covered with thick carpets, soft and comfortable. Ian's feet were stomping on it, making almost no sound.
It is hard to imagine that ancient people could have such a luxurious life in an era of low productivity. "My father is strong." Morgan may not know her future fate. She only knows that as the Duke's father, she is already on the upper level of the pyramid of power in this world.
It is not that this young future legendary witch likes to show off, but that she understands through Ian's previous communication with herself, she understands that she needs to show Ian the value of her home. "Strong strength? This will indeed save me a lot of things." Ian chuckled and gave an unconcealed response. He was indeed thinking about using the power of this era to find a time converter.
As for how to deal with a duke?
There are so many ways for the legendary wizard. However, considering the Duke's identity as Morgan's father, Ian could not use Riddle to cast the Soul-Snatching Spell for him.
Of course.
The nobles must know many nobles.
It would be best if you could catch a few tyrannical nobles.
"You can stay here tonight, can you?" Little Morgan took Ian to a room, with furniture in the carved wooden doors and extremely exquisite luxury items.
A wide bed is placed in the center of the room, with at least 20 people sleeping on it. The bed is covered with soft silk bedding and an exquisite desk lamp is placed at the head of the bed.
In addition to exquisite furniture, there is also a larger space than the outside.
The inside is bigger than the outside.
It is obvious that there are traces of magic.
It is obviously not a lie to say that it is a witch who owns his wizard.
"Of course, I am very satisfied with your arrangement." Ian was a little amazed at the luxury of this room, but on the surface he still had to calmly maintain the image of a mysterious wizard who was used to seeing the world. "It's good that you like it, I hope you have a good dream tonight." Little Morgan showed her sense of sensibility. She could feel that Ian was tired of the journey, so she also left the room after bowing slightly. She looked back at Ian outside the window, and then took Riddle, who was worried, to another room.
Seeing little Morgan left.
Ian slowly closed the door. He did not appreciate the view outside, nor did he enjoy the comfortable big bed in the room, but seemed to be a little anxious to take out his magic wand as soon as he was.
"Call the God Guard!"
He chanted a spell softly, and a silver light burst out from the tip of the wand, and the light wandered in the air like silk threads. There are more and more silver threads, and they intertwin and entangle in the air, gradually drawing a vague outline. The silk thread continued to dance, outlining his slender waist, floating long hair, and the face he knew very well.
"Aliana, I need you to ask the teacher something for me." Ian spoke uneasy and told his outrageous experience to the girl who turned his head and looked slightly confused.
"This is really... amazing!" Ariana couldn't help but sigh, her eyes widened, and she was also surprised by the situation where Ian met Ms. Morgan in the past time and space.
The girl re-draws back into her wand.
Actually, I'm back to the illusion.
Ian was waiting nervously.
One minute.
Five minutes.
The response he urgently needed came quickly, the wand played its own role, and the silk thread reappeared, but this time it only outlined a line of words in the air.
"Follow history."
This is not Arianna's handwriting.
But it comes from... the legendary black witch. Ian was a little surprised. Morgan actually put on the ring he gave out and established a connection with him as the guardian spell.
"What does this mean..."
I didn't have time to think too much, Ian stared at the gradually disappearing words, feeling that there was a certain deep meaning in it, but it made him a little difficult to figure it out for a moment.
What history should we follow?
What's going on now?
Or the legendary witch doesn't want Ian to interfere in the process of history in the past and change the birth of King Arthur? To be honest, this is indeed a question that Ian couldn't help but think about.
…
Just when the little wizard was thinking about his teacher's deep meaning.
Another corner of the castle.
Riddle got his own bedroom.
Also wide and bright. Although the decoration in the room is not as luxurious as Ian, it is definitely a room for entertaining guests. Of course, little Morgan would not underestimate a wizard.
Although this wizard is a servant. "Miss Morgan, you are so generous, it is my honor to live in such a place." Riddle bowed deeply, and he put on his humble and gentle disguise.
"You have to be polite, this is the etiquette you deserve."
Faced with this wizard who cursed herself in various ways and was full of malicious intentions, Morgan smiled and responded politely. She showed her true good qualities as a nobleman. She would not be complacent by others' compliments, nor would she be angry by others' rudeness - at least on the surface.
What is the bad woman who is still young and still thinks in her heart? I'm afraid only Ian can guess.
"I apologize to you for my previous misconduct and offense. Really, the evil black magic has corrupted my brain. I hope you don't have the same knowledge as me." Riddle is still refining his image. He even belittled himself and belittled the black magic he has always admired.
Cowardly? No.
It's from the heart!
"Your attitude... is so interesting." Of course, little Morgan could sense Riddle's changes. She thoughtful, looked at Riddle deeply before turning around and leaving.
In place.
Only Riddle was left with the unconscious Malfoy who needed Riddle's care. Looking at the little girl leaving, Riddle breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Malfoy whom he was carrying again.
His complicated heart began to make new plans.
Just as the Dark King started his brain, it was late at night and there was only a faint candlelight in the castle. Miss Morgan sat alone in her bedroom, holding an ancient book in her hand, and reading knowledge that was taboo. Her attempt to transform the domestic pig obviously came from the books she was reading.
Her bedroom is equally luxurious, with portraits of family ancestors hanging on the walls and bookshelf filled with precious books and artworks. However, her eyes remained on the book in her hand.
After a long time. "Today was a surprising day." Perhaps because he could not continue to concentrate, Morgan closed the book in his hand, and the cover of the book had gold-plated text.
"The Dark Bible"
I respect this book to those who are willing to devote themselves to darkness for the sake of light—almost all the handwriting on the cover has been worn out, but its exquisite workmanship can still be seen.
The most new ⊥小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小"My teacher... is really a strange fate." The huge windows were open, the breeze blew gently, and the gauze curtains fluttered in the wind. Miss Morgan sat beside the bed, holding the Dark Bible in her hand, murmured quietly, and she looked up at the window, the stars outside the window seemed to tell the mystery of the universe.
"I can actually find a powerful wizard to teach me magic." Little Morgan had no doubt about Ian's strength at all, and this was not just because of the shock Ian brought to her when she was on the farm.
The young witch retracted her gaze and looked down at the cover of the Dark Bible. Next to the gold-plated text, there was a line of small words, which was the author's name. "You must be very old."
She was still murmured to herself.
See only.
Miss Morgan gently stroked the spine, his fingertips resting on the author's name - Medivh. This special name is particularly eye-catching under the candlelight.
As a witch, the premonition is in effect.
She could feel it.
This will be the name and... puzzle that runs throughout your life.
The night is getting darker and there is silence in the castle. Miss Morgan gently closed the Dark Bible and put it back into the dark lattice of the bookshelf. She walked to the bed, lay on the soft silk bedding, and closed her eyes. However, everything that happened today still echoed in her mind, and her heart was filled with expectations and anxiety for the future. "What will tomorrow begin?" she asked silently in her heart, then gradually fell asleep. The night is always spent without most people knowing it.
The morning sun shines into the room through the thick curtains, and Ian wakes up from the soft silk bedding. He stretched, feeling the softness of the mattress under him and the faint fragrance in the room.
Look around.
The little wizard still couldn't believe that he was sleeping in an ancient castle. Of course, Hogwarts is also an ancient castle, but it is completely different from the incredible things that are brought about by being in the past today. "What a dream journey." Ian sighed in a low voice, then got up and put on his clothes. After washing up briefly, he walked out of the room with anticipation and prepared to explore this novel era.
Dragon and magic.
Knight and wizard.
The brilliant era will be truly revealed in front of him. This is also the best way to learn history - as soon as I stepped out of the room, Ian smelled a strange smell.
It looks like the pungent smell emitted by a certain herb after being boiled, and it is mixed with a hint of indescribable fishy sweetness.
"Poil?" Following the smell, Ian saw Riddle squatting by the window, focusing on mixing the potion, and various strange-shaped bottles were placed on the ground.
"Where did you get the materials?"
Ian looked at Riddle in surprise and was fiddling with the black magic ceremony. He could only roughly understand Riddle's finished products. After all, the mixed-blood prince of the black magic knowledge involved in it did not teach him.
"There are wizards in this castle." Riddle looked up and saw that it was Ian. A look of unnatural flashed across his face, but he quickly returned to peace.
He did not answer the origin of his material directly, perhaps because the Dark King was ashamed to mention that he was a thief.
"Use black magic to deal with the influence of black magic?" Ian could roughly judge what Riddle was working on, but he didn't quite understand why Riddle was working on such things.
This guy is obviously in a bad state, and he doesn't breathe when he leads a horse that costs more than ten kilometers in one breath!
"Although Malfoy was resurrected by you, he still had big problems because Heerbo's transformation was not completed, so I was trying to save him."
Riddle thought deeply last night.
This is his plan.
"Ah?"
Ian raised his eyebrows in surprise, "You...will you actually prepare potions to save Malfoy? Is this still the Tom Riddle I know? "
The little wizard's tone was full of surprise.
Faced with Ian's teasing.
Ridel forced a smile while operating.
"After all, he is my servant, I can't watch him fall into a coma all the time, right? "Ridel explained righteously, revealing a rare sense of responsibility in his tone.
His reasons are sufficient.
However.
But Ian couldn't help but look up and down at the Dark King. "Riddle, you have changed." Ian suddenly said, with a hint of relief in his tone. "You actually began to be responsible, which really made me look at you with admiration."
The little wizard gave a thumbs up.
Riddle responded again with a forced smile.
However.
He didn't dare to contact Ian for too long. How can the Dark King be so kind? He is Voldemort, an evil and evil species that scares countless people!
Conscience discovery?
Not exists!
Riddle knew that he had his own plans!
The Malfoy family is loyal to themselves! Therefore, now, the Malfoy family should take on the responsibilities they should bear, and the servant of the Dark King who once served as their bodies must suffer for the great Dark King!
Yes! ...Malfoy must be the groom of that damn black demon! So! Only the Dark King can consider what the Dark King should consider! This is what Riddle thought. He truly showed his amazing wisdom last night and chose to maintain his character by raising Ian.
Of course, the Dark King is still invincible in the world.
However, if an enemy comes from heaven, then there is nothing we can do. Riddle rebuilded his confidence last night and showed strong psychological regulation skills.
The so-called talented person.
Maybe that's it.
(This chapter ends)