Pillar of Yita

Fang Hong’s heart skipped a beat.

This lich actually knows the relationship between the Rogsel Family and this castle. Who exactly is it? Or could it originally be the owner of the castle, having encountered some issue when transforming into a lich, thus causing Aimumu Fortress to become what it is now?

Yet he and Hilveld hadn’t heard of any previous owners of Aimumu Fortress having studied magic. Not even Magic Guided Conductor, let alone Alchemist.

However, it can’t be ruled out that the truth was intentionally concealed, as certainly no one would openly announce they are studying undead spells.

But Fang Hong also found it strange. If the opponent has always been in the castle, is it possible it doesn’t know that the cat lady named Daisy can lead people into the underground?

Speaking of which, he just realized that Daisy and Miss Tata were nowhere to be found. Even calling out mentally yielded no response, only a faint tremor coming from deep within.

He barely felt the sensation from the Dark Dragon Soul being conceived, ever since it came into contact with that Dragon Slaying Sword, it has remained that way.

Fang Hong couldn’t help but glance at Gita nearby. Miss Natural Historian seemed less frightened upon seeing him awake, her hand tightly clenched around her Magic Guided Book.

Not sure if it’s due to confidence or looking down on this unremarkable girl, the ’Skeleton’ hadn’t confiscated her weapon.

”Human,” the ’Skeleton’ was evidently annoyed that he hadn’t answered directly, ”Don’t assume that before I figure out the truth, I won’t dare kill you, but I can start with your companion.”

”This girl was quite concerned about you earlier,” it clacked its jaws together, producing a rattling sound: ”If you continue to waste time, I’ll cut off one of her hands.”

Gita turned pale with fright.

Fang Hong knew that this creature meant what it said, as it lacked human emotions. He thought for a moment before answering, ”The reason is actually simple, because I am the heir to the Rogsel Family.”

Of course, he lied in hopes of betting whether the opponent had any ties to the Rogsel Family. Although he hadn’t entirely fabricated, in a certain sense, he was indeed the Rogsel Family’s sole blood inheritor at the moment.

At least, Rockland Rogsel had granted him this authority.

But unexpectedly, the ’Skeleton’ sneered upon hearing his words, ”Nonsense, you’re a Holy Chooser, how could you be the heir to the Rogsel Family’s bloodline?”

It pointed the magic wand in its hand at Gita. ”Looks like you need a lesson.”

Fang Hong felt speechless, cursing himself for being an idiot. He hadn’t expected there to be such an obvious flaw—yes, he was clearly a Chosen, how could he possibly be the Rogsel Family’s heir?

Though Chosen often ignore the distinction between their identity and that of natives, him making this mistake is not entirely unusual. Additionally, Fang Hong hadn’t anticipated that the ’Skeleton’ would know the concept of Chosen.

But this statement indirectly confirmed Fang Hong’s suspicions. He quickly shouted, ”Wait, I’m not lying to you.”

The ’Skeleton’ paused, appearing interested in seeing how he planned to resolve this flawed lie. However, it didn’t retract its magic wand, clearly indicating that if Fang Hong uttered a single unsatisfactory word, Gita would likely suffer the consequences.

”Do you recognize Rockland Rogsel?” Fang Hong asked softly.

”Who is that?” The ’Skeleton’ flashed a red light in its eyes and countered.

The opponent didn’t recognize Dolifen’s Praetor, which was not surprising. After all, Aimumu Fortress had been abandoned over a hundred years ago, by which time Rockland Rogsel had yet to be born.

But Fang Hong quickly asked again, ”He was the last Family Head of the Rogsel Family, his father was Maryland, son of Night Hawk—his grandfather was Tantance, who once served as Praetor in Agnis.”

”Tantance—” The ’Skeleton’ finally showed a reaction upon hearing the name, ”So that kid settled down, I thought no woman would fancy him.”

It looked at Fang Hong. ”But what does that have to do with you, don’t try to fool me.” The ’Skeleton’ said, waving its magic wand above Gita’s head.

Miss Natural Historian shivered with fear.

Fang Hong couldn’t bear it any longer, unable to help but say, ”Is intimidating a little girl meaningful, considering you were once quite the Great Sorcerer.”

The ’Skeleton’ remained silent for a moment, perhaps satisfied with Fang Hong’s statement—indeed, being able to transform oneself into a lich clearly indicated it was an outstanding magician. Level 40 is a threshold unattainable not only to natives but to many Chosen as well.

Miss Sicape and Captain Kroid were only around Level 30 when leaving Eteliria.

Only then did it withdraw the magic wand, asking, ”You say this Rockland was the last Family Head of Rogsel, does it mean the Rogsel Family ceased to exist? How is that possible? It was one of the oldest and most prestigious families in Scepter Coast’s history.”

Fang Hong felt that as the ’Skeleton’ uttered the words ’oldest and most prestigious’, its tone seemed somewhat dismissive.

Yet if the ’Skeleton’ had asked him this question before the journey to Dolifen, he might not have been able to respond. But since gaining that bizarre inheritance, he had specifically researched related information.

Hence, he really did know some unknown secret history regarding the decline of the Rogsel Family.

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