Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

"Quiet down, my dear, close your eyes."

The stars are twinkling; it's time to go into the night.

The moon shone softly, casting its light on the sea.

Dream of the miracles you will witness.

Sleep well, little one, in this sweet cradle.

"Go to sleep, my dear Agatha. Before Green Lake freezes over, let's go see the black swans tomorrow."

In the empty room, the young nanny gently kissed the girl's forehead, tenderly comforting her.

Once the girl closed her eyes and peacefully drifted off to sleep, the nanny stood up, blew out the candle, and tiptoed out of the room.

"Creak—"

The door closed gently, and moonlight, like a transparent silver veil, spilled onto the floor, making everything in the room appear extremely peaceful and tranquil.

Suddenly, a gentle breeze blew in, and the floor-to-ceiling window on one side of the room, which was close to the balcony, was gently blown open.

Under the moonlight, two figures quietly appeared.

Dago pushed open the door and slowly walked into the room.

He knelt down beside the crib, his black robes spreading out on the floor like ink.

On the bed, a two-year-old girl was sleeping soundly.

Dargo's gaze slowly swept over the girl's face, hair, and body, before suddenly landing on the toy she was tightly clutching in her hands.

It was a small bear made of plush fabric, crudely made with crooked and old-fashioned stitching. One of the buttons that made the bear's eyes had fallen off.

"Lily".

Dago looked at the toy bear, his lips moving slightly, a hint of emotion flickering in his eyes.

If he remembered correctly, this toy bear was made by his predecessor for Lily's fifth birthday. She loved it so much that she played with it until his predecessor, "Dago," left home.

Unexpectedly, the teddy bear has now ended up in Lily's daughter's hands and has become her favorite toy as well.

Dargo gazed tenderly at the sleeping girl in the cradle, watching her quietly. Tracy stood beside him, looking at him with a strange gaze, as if she were seeing him for the first time.

Time flows slowly, like a river flowing calmly under the moonlight.

Dago gradually awoke from his reverie. He reached out and gently stroked the girl's face, unexpectedly feeling a strange, blood-related throbbing sensation.

This throbbing of blood was far stronger than when he faced his biological father, Baron Ferreira, and his biological mother.

Dago thought for a moment, then pricked his finger, and a drop of blood seeped out. It was then quickly sealed by frost formed from the void, eventually forming an incredibly beautiful ice crystal gem.

Dago retrieved a necklace with built-in protective magic from his spatial ring, strung the ice crystal gem that contained a drop of his blood onto it, and then placed the gem necklace beside the girl. On the inside of the necklace, there was a line of small words that he had personally engraved—

[A gift to Agatha Christie. —Dago Heca]

"Agatha Christie"

Dago murmured, and it seemed as if he could hear the girl sleeping soundly in the crib, her eyelashes fluttering as if she was about to wake up.

Dargo gently touched the girl's forehead with one finger, and she was immediately soothed and fell into a deep sleep again.

Just then, soft footsteps came from the corridor outside the door.

Dago tilted his head, then leaned down and gently kissed the girl's cheek.

"Let's go."

The door opened quietly, and the maid carrying an oil lamp walked in.

She walked quickly to the crib and saw the sleeping girl. Only then did her heart relax.

"Huh, why is the window open? Did I forget to close it?"

The nanny suddenly noticed the half-open French windows on the balcony. She walked over in confusion, but the balcony was quiet and there was nothing unusual about it except for the occasional hooting of an owl.

"The moonlight is so beautiful tonight."

The nanny, captivated by the moonlight outside, couldn't help but exclaim, "May the moonlight bless our poor Agatha!"

She closed the French windows tightly, turned around, and went back into the room.

She didn't see that right above her, under the night sky, two figures were standing in mid-air, silently looking down at her.

"She has good potential."

Tracy suddenly spoke, referring, of course, to the little girl Agatha.

"Yes."

Dago nodded. "It's much better than I was back then. Perhaps we'll have a chance to meet again in the future."

Dago withdrew his gaze, and when he turned around, his expression had completely returned to calm.

He gestured for Tracy to leave.

On the way back to the Earl's territory from Fragrant Flower Territory, an unprecedented "drastic change" began to take place within Dago's body.

As Lily's last and greatest obsession came to an end, Dago clearly felt all the "congested" lumps within his soul dissolve at that moment.

Images of memories flashed before his eyes, all the memories belonging to his predecessor "Dago," from the moment he could remember.

From then on, this memory was no longer a "memory" of any previous life; like in the previous life, it all belonged to Dago.

At this moment, Dago felt that he had finally become a complete whole.

Soon, the two arrived above the Earl's castle.

"I need to go into seclusion for a while..."

Dargo looked at Tracy, who waved her hand dismissively. Dargo didn't waste any more words with her. He took a deep breath and quickly descended, arriving in the secret chamber at the bottom of the castle in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, his mental power within his mental space was growing rapidly, a result of a significant increase in his soul power.

Before his soul was complete, the fragments of his soul left behind by his predecessor "Dago" were superfluous parts of his soul, and could even be considered impurities.

However, now these fragments dissolve and become nourishment for his soul, allowing it to grow stronger.

"After this anomaly ends, my soul aptitude may be able to reach another level."

As Dago pondered this, he silently closed his eyes. Soon, a strange light emanated from every pore of his body, illuminating the entire secret chamber.

That night, many people living in the castle felt a strange tremor in their sleep and woke up for no reason.

As time passed, Dago never came out of the secret room after that night.

One afternoon, as usual, Tracy was sitting on the roof watching donkeys being repaired to pass the time when she suddenly seemed to sense something. She looked sharply in one direction, and all the laziness on her face disappeared.

She leaped off the roof, seized a horse, and charged out of the castle. Because of her special status, no one dared to stop her.

Tracy galloped along, through jungles, across streams, and over hills, until she was a certain distance from the castle—

A look of pain suddenly appeared on her face, and she fell off the horse without warning.

Just as Tracy was about to land, the entire space suddenly froze completely.

The drifting clouds in the sky, the blowing wind, the galloping horses, the flowing water, and Tracy falling—everything was frozen in time by a mysterious force.

In this absolute stillness, countless crimson points of light emerged densely, quickly converging to form a tall and slender human figure.

The figure strolled up to Tracy, stretched out a hand, and gently fiddled with the empty space behind Tracy.

"collapse--"

Some invisible string snapped.

With the next breath, everything that had been still resumed to move.

"Bang!"

Tracy fell hard to the ground and rolled around a few times, looking rather disheveled.

When she got up and saw who it was, a cold and complicated expression immediately appeared on her beautiful face.

"It really was you... Wallis."

Emerging from a sea of ​​crimson lights, a handsome young man emerged, clad in an exquisitely beautiful golden robe, exuding an indescribable air of nobility.

He looked at Tracy, smiled, and spoke softly:

"You should call me Uncle, my dear Tracy."