Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

Dago was well aware of this, but he didn't care.

From the moment he stepped into the castle, the memories of his predecessor, "Dago," constantly provided him with all sorts of strange and bizarre revelations, trivial and complicated.

If all of these things were written down on paper, it would probably be a very long "bucket list".

He could only patiently complete them one by one.

After Baron Ferresche finished speaking his last matter, he looked at D'Ago and hesitated before asking, "Now that you've returned, will you leave again?"

"certainly."

Dago nodded. "I can only stay for a while, and I probably won't be back for a long time after I leave. However, I will try my best to arrange everything before I go."

Baron Ferreira's face immediately showed disappointment.

Although he didn't know much about wizarding matters, judging from the almost prostrate attitude of the witch in the Rogue Adventurer's Guild towards Dargo, his second son might have already climbed to a very high position in the wizarding world.

If the other party were willing to stay, he couldn't even imagine how prosperous the Heca family would become.

pity....

A woman's soft sobs could be heard in the hall.

Dago turned his head and quietly looked at the dignified and beautiful woman wiping away tears with a handkerchief on one side of the long table.

He thought for a moment, then finally couldn't help but speak: "Mother."

The beautiful woman stopped crying, looked up at him with red eyes.

"Where's Lily?"

Dago said a name.

Baron Ferreira had seven wives, and that number grew to twelve during the six years that Dargo was away from home.

With a large family of offspring, among the many Heca families, the one that the former "Dago" cared about most, besides Baron Ferresher and his birth mother, was probably his younger sister Lil, who had always been his closest friend since childhood.

When he was in the south, he often received letters from her. The last time he received a letter, he learned that she was about to get engaged.

Lil was also one of the strongest obsessions of the former "Dago".

However, since returning this time, Dago has not seen her yet. He guesses that she may have already gotten married, and judging by the timing, it's about right.

However, when faced with Dago's question, the dignified and beautiful woman suddenly fell silent.

Baron Ferreira's expression also became somewhat strange.

When Dago sensed something was wrong and frowned slightly, he heard Baron Ferresche sigh softly and say, "Lily died last summer."

In an instant, all the candlelight in the brightly lit castle hall, which was as bright as day, went out.

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became incredibly oppressive.

Tracy, who had been eating, suddenly stopped, looked up, and stared at Dagger with a strange look in her eyes.

In the dim light, Dago's face remained expressionless, and he looked extremely calm.

But at this moment.

Tracy seemed to hear a crisp sound of something breaking quietly echoing in her heart.

Life in the baronial territory passed by slowly and calmly, like a river covered with fallen leaves in late autumn.

The Heca family's preparations for the "winter hunt" to celebrate the harvest were quite different from previous years, creating a lively and bustling scene.

The entire castle fell silent. The people living inside the castle spoke in hushed tones and slowed their pace as much as possible, as if afraid of disturbing someone's presence.

The afternoon sun of autumn shone through the dark green leaves of the Virginia creeper onto the wall, but it didn't feel very warm.

A group of well-dressed children, around seven or eight years old, huddled together, standing on a support made of a few discarded bricks, their eyes wide with curiosity as they peered through the window.

The room was quiet, with only a painter with a long braid busy at his easel. The children's attention, however, was not on the colorful paints, but on the man sitting opposite the painter, quietly flipping through a book.

The children couldn't make out the man's features, only catching a glimpse of a pure black robe embroidered with silver trim.

The robe seemed to have light constantly flowing across it, and it appeared to be surrounded by many shimmering lights, like the starry sky of a midsummer night, full of mysterious and profound colors.

The children became engrossed in watching, and after some time, a coughing sound rang out.

Startled, one of the boys accidentally fell off a rock, and all the children scattered in panic.

"It's all right now."

Sweating profusely, the artist put down his brush and stammered nervously.

Upon hearing the sound, Dago gently closed the book, stood up, and slowly walked over to examine the other person's work.

On the newly painted canvas, a handsome and serene young man dressed in a wizard's robe was depicted.

He only bears about five or six points of resemblance to D'Ago himself.

It's hard to say whether he's satisfied or not. With Dago's current level of mental strength, even if he tries his best to control it, the force field naturally emanating from his body will distort the light, making it impossible for ordinary people to see the details of his facial features.

It's quite remarkable that the painter could paint his portrait so well while they were in the same room.

A soft knock sounded, and Baron Ferreira pushed the door open and entered.

Dago nodded slightly, and the painter beside him immediately left with his easel as if he had been granted a pardon.

Baron Ferresche walked over, glanced at the painting Dargo was holding, and then spoke to him in a low voice.

The two left the room quickly.

Continue forward, then descend the castle stairs, finally stopping in front of a secret room.

This is a newly excavated underground chamber. Even though it has undergone multiple renovations, the air is still filled with the slightly damp smell of decaying soil.

Dago casually raised his hand, and a beam of light shone from his fingertips, illuminating the entire secret chamber as if it were daytime.

Baron Ferreira tactfully stopped at the door, turned and left, leaving him alone there.

Dago slowly walked in and glanced around the underground chamber—the space wasn't large, only about thirty square meters, and it was completely empty, with nothing but bare stone walls on all four sides.

Everything was as he requested.

A slight look of satisfaction appeared on Dago's face, and then he lightly flicked his hand, sending a bunch of things flying out of thin air.

Immediately afterwards, his spiritual energy spread out, enveloping the materials, and quickly disappeared into the surrounding stone walls.

Soon, the sound of falling pebbles echoed from the surrounding stone walls, and strange, twisted runes began to gradually appear.

These dense patterns cover almost the entire stone wall space, eventually converging at Dago's feet.

When Dago embedded the high-level magic stones he had prepared into several specific energy slots, the entire rune array quickly began to operate, and lines lit up, adding a mysterious and profound color to the small secret room.

After doing all this, Dargo gently shook out the completely dry canvas in his hands.