Ryan sat quietly next to Sterling, his mind a little confused for a moment, and he didn't know whether to believe what he said.

He desperately tried to dig out the memories in his mind, and found that in his memory, Sterling had a very high status, and he could come and go almost anywhere in the house freely.

The relationship between his father and him is not like a master and servant, but more like a close friend and brother. Ever since he detected his extraordinary talent at the age of five, his father has asked him to learn swordsmanship and temper his body with him...

All signs indicate that Sterling is not just a retainer of the Black family, because the trust and authority have exceeded that limit and are more like family members.

So, should I believe what he said?

Ryan fell into deep confusion and contradiction...

"Lei, I have no other meaning in telling you this. I just want you not to forget the glory and dedication of your ancestors. Since your grandfather chose to leave that place, you no longer have to shoulder the responsibility of guarding the abyss.

You just need to live well and let Black's name continue, which is the best reward for your ancestors." Sterling patted Ryan on the shoulder and said with a smile.

"Where is that place?" Ryan raised his head and looked at him steadily.

"If... you really want to know, go to the prayer room and have a look. You will find the answer behind your grandfather's portrait." Sterling struggled for a long time, finally sighed, patted his shoulder and left.

Already.

That night, Kelinman prepared a sumptuous dinner to celebrate Ryan's return, and there were also the arrival of several guests.

Allen seemed a little restrained, but Delai acted very calmly, especially he was very chatty with Sterling. Maybe it was the sympathy between middle-aged uncles?

Susan and little Amy couldn't get along. Susan acted like a little adult and spoke more maturely. Amy was obviously a little introverted and immature, and seemed a bit dull compared to Susan.

Ryan gently shook the silver wine glass in his hand. The mellow and alluring red wine inside made him slightly tipsy. It was not because of the high alcohol content, but because of the long-lost warmth and family affection that made him deeply intoxicated.

.

In his previous life, his parents passed away very early and he never fully enjoyed the warmth of family affection. Unexpectedly, in this life, he would make up for these regrets.

It's just a pity that I didn't see my father in person...

Thinking of this, his ears recalled what Sterling had said to him during the day.

"Maybe, I do need to go take a look." Ryan thought.

After dinner, Ryan helped the drunken Allen back to the room. He was persuaded to drink by Sterling and Delay in turns. This guy was too honest and had a poor drinking capacity, so he got drunk directly.

Fortunately, this guy drinks well, otherwise it would be bad if he did something rude in front of his mother and sister.

After settling them, Ryan went to the underground prayer room alone. This is the only underground secret room of the Black family, and it can also be regarded as their family's "ancestral hall".

The dark and quiet corridor could not be seen to the side at a glance. Ryan walked step by step holding an oil lamp. The sound of his footsteps was particularly loud in such a closed space.

Ryan didn't know why his grandfather built such a thing. This was not in line with the tradition of the mainland human race. The way nobles commemorated their ancestors was to paint their ancestors into oil paintings and hang them on the wall, but there was no such thing as digging a special one.

The secret room is kept secret from anyone.

After a while, Ryan came to the closed door, stretched out his hand to push open the heavy stone door, and the shaft made a "creak" sound.

"Bang"

The stone door opened completely, making a dull sound.

A rotten smell came to my face, and I looked at the dust on my hands. No one had been here for at least a while.

The prayer room is different from the dark corridor outside. Instead, it is very bright. Bright oil lamps are swaying gently, illuminating the small prayer room.

The source of the lamp oil for these lamps is very unusual. It is fish oil produced by the mermaid tribe. A small lamp can burn for hundreds of years, so it is extremely precious.

The prayer room is very empty, with only three oil paintings. The first one is of a middle-aged man who looks a bit fierce, holding a big sword with both hands, and the two suns are sharp and menacing.

The second painting shows a handsome middle-aged man, holding a long bow, with a warm smile on his face. The similarity with the first painting is that his eyes are as sharp as an eagle.

Ryan's hand gently brushed the oil paintings. The first painting was of his grandfather, whom he had only seen a few times. The second painting was of his father, but the third painting was blank. Ryan understood that it was prepared for him.

"Grandfather, father, I'm back. Thanks to your protection, the Black family is about to have a more glorious future..." Ryan whispered softly. After three generations of struggle, he finally joined the ranks of the real nobility. How could it not be touching?

According to Sterling, Ryan took down his grandfather's portrait and found a hidden compartment at the back. He opened it and found a fist-sized almost transparent crystal ball, a piece of paper, and a delicate...

's ring.

Ryan was a little confused, so he took out the note first and found that it clearly said: "The blood of the Black family can be found by dripping blood on the crystal ball to find the answer in the heart."

"Is this a bloody confession?" Ryan picked up the crystal ball with a strange look on his face, but didn't see anything special.

He bit his fingertip and dripped blood on it. He was surprised to find that the blood disappeared the moment it landed on it.

The surface of the crystal ball suddenly began to emit a hazy fluorescence, and some complicated lines began to appear. Dots of light covered the entire surface of the crystal ball like stars.

A beam of light shone from the crystal ball and imprinted on the smooth stone wall, clearly revealing a fierce figure in military uniform, who was his grandfather.

Ryan's eyes suddenly widened and he exclaimed: "Projector?"

Unfortunately, no one here can answer his question.

"Hello, descendant of the Black family. My child, don't be surprised when you see this scene. This is just a photo of me during my lifetime. I borrowed a gadget produced by the Ness family - photo beads.

Being able to find this means that you may have some basic understanding of the family's origins, and are willing to believe and accept that glorious past.

But, kid, I don't have much more to tell you here than Sterling Nord. What's gone is gone, and we have other tasks.

If one day, the secret ring begins to call you, then consider whether you should take on that responsibility.

Don't try to find relevant information about the Desolate Land, because that will expose your existence. The Nord family may have told you that there are many defectors in this world.

You need to be wary of all families that are rich in extraordinary beings. They may be well-intentioned towards us, but there are also many descendants of defectors who are already ready to take action.

Try to survive, kid. Our ancestors used their blood and flesh to build a line of defense for us. However, the offensive of the abyss has become more and more fierce. Sooner or later, the line of defense will collapse.

Take care, kids..."
Chapter completed!