Rooney shook his head: "No more, the only diary left by his ancestor Ash is this one, but there are several books that record him, all of which are his sons and grandsons, and of course they are memoirs written by my ancestors."

"Can I see?" Beta asked.

"Of course." Rooney seemed to be ready. He pulled out a few old books from the wooden stand next to him, and asked with anticipation: "Master Beta, can I call you master like my ancestor?"

Beta stared at Rooney for a short time, and the latter had a mysterious expectation. Beta knew that Ash must have passed down the capabilities of the Round Table Knight system in words or verbal ways. Rooney longed for power, which was not a big problem, but the problem was that Beta did not want to see a descendant of an acquaintance now, so he took it down and regarded it as the Round Table Knight.

Therefore, he smiled and said, "The most important thing for a person is freedom. Ashe exchanged freedom for strength. That is because he needs strength, but you are different. You have strength now, and you are close to the elite level. You are still so young and have a great future. You don't have to rely on my command."

This was a very gentle rejection. Rooney understood it and was extremely disappointed. But he still smiled and said, "It's a pity, Lord Beta. Please go downstairs to have a meal."

The two went downstairs, and the sister had already arranged the lunch and tableware. When she saw Beta coming down, her face turned red unconsciously, and she lowered her head and let her sit down gently.

My sister's cooking skills are very good. The honey bread is fragrant and soft. The veal is fried like a piece of yellow cake with some spices on it. It is mouth-watering just by showing off her appearance.

“It tastes good.”

After lunch, Beta praised her and her sister's face turned red with joy.

Then Beta went upstairs, returned to his room, and continued to read the diaries to see if he could find something more useful.

The excited sister finally found that her brother was in a loss, so she asked in confusion: "Brother, why do you seem unhappy?"

When she thought that now that the family’s debt was paid off, she met the legendary master again. The brother should be happier than herself. After all, she knew very well that the elder brother admired the most was the ‘master’ who gave their family strength.

"His Excellency Beta rejected my request to become a entourage."

The sister opened her eyes wide in disbelief: "Why is this happening? Big brother's strength is not bad. If you want, even if you become any follower of any big shot, there will be no problem."

Rooney said unconvincedly: "Maybe I lack certain traits. After all, when Ash's ancestor was an ordinary person, the master thought that his ancestor should become a knight, and even came to lobby again and again. The master was the master, and he would not look up to me because I had the strength."

My sister opened her mouth, not knowing how to comfort her.

In the next two days, Beta read the thick memoirs and did not get any more news from it. However, even so, he felt that staying in this city for two days was not a waste of time. At least he got another "fragment" about the "Divine War" incident. He also met Ash's descendants. Seeing that their lives were fine, he felt much more relieved.

Then Beta asked them to say goodbye, and Rooney and her sister were both very disappointed.

It was morning, and the sun was warm and bright. Beta was walking on the street, looking for horse servants, but he accidentally saw a carriage on the other side of the street in the opposite direction.

Next to the carriage was surrounded by a large group of soldiers. This was nothing. What really made Beta frown was that when he was driving the carriage, when the curtains were twitching, he saw a little fat man sitting in the carriage, and a magician, a master-level magician.

This magician has good basic skills and his mental power is quite concentrated, and he can converge his spiritual fluctuations to a certain small range. But there is still a big gap compared to Beta. Beta converges his mental power, and even a legendary person cannot feel it.

So, Beta found the other party, but the other party did not find Beta.

"They won't go for Rooney in this direction."

Beta felt a little unhappy and turned around and followed behind.

On the side of Toli Manor, Rooney and her sister watched Beta leave. They stood there for a long time before returning to the room. After entering the room, they sat down face to face with each other without saying a word.

Rooney did not fulfill the duties set by his ancestors, while his sister was because of some unknown girls.

Both of them were silent for a long time. The younger sister with a little red eyes stood up. Just as she was about to say she would go to rest, she saw her brother standing up suddenly, grabbed the sword next to her, and pushed open the door with a serious expression.

Outside the door, the little fat noble Malf stood in front, next to him was a magician in a black robe.

Rooney felt the powerful pressure on the magician, which made his hands tremble.

"Malff, why do you still have to trouble me?"

Malff's eyes passed over Rooney and fell into the room. He seemed to be looking for something. Then he focused his eyes and landed again on Rooney's body. His greasy face showed some puzzled smiles: "It's strange, the noble man who helps you, why is it gone? I happened to bring some people here to find trouble for him."

"Your Excellency Beta, are you also able to move?"

When Rooney heard that Malf’s target was Beta, he felt anger in his heart and his hands stopped shaking.

"It seems that I'm leaving, it's good to leave." Malff nodded: "I don't want to offend a magician at the master level or above. Of course, if he's here, I want to see how powerful he is."

The magician beside the little fat man smiled high when he heard this.

"Then what is your purpose, Malff."

"At this point, I don't want to say anything more." Malff clapped his hands gently and said, "I want your collection of books. I heard that there are more than 3,000 books. This is the real treasure."

Rooney's whole body was as if falling into an ice cellar, and his mouth was trembling: "How did you know?"

"Of course it was said by your devil father." The little fat man said for granted: "I have always been wondering why your family has clearly declined, but without a teacher, he still taught you a professional. Moreover, your father is not only addicted to gambling, but also has great ability to appreciate painting and music. You even know some strange secrets. The occasionally said things are very insightful and profound, which is not normal."

"So I found your father in the casino yesterday and asked him to drink, so he almost died of drunkenness. Unexpectedly, there was such a big news from his dirty mouth."

"The three thousand ancient books are all mine."
Chapter completed!