Chapter 625

In this world, there are many areas that Muggles do not know. They are scattered all over the world and silently maintain all kinds of scenery for thousands of years.

Of course, the reason why these areas are unknown to Muggles is mostly because of all kinds of natural or man-made dangers.

Such as the fire dragon farm in Romania, the ghost swamp deep in the manchak swamp in the United States, and the world's largest fire crab reserve in the Danakil Desert in Ethiopia, are several famous places in these areas.

The taweng and his son, who had previously met Marca next to Fisher's house, are now walking slowly in a no man's land completely isolated from the Muggle world against a violent snowstorm.

Here is Iceland, an island country close to the north of the world.

"Sit down and rest."

Walking in the continuous wind and snow is quite physical. Even ordinary wizards will be deterred from this strange glacier area swept by snowstorms all year round, not to mention the strange combination of squibs and children.

Under his father's instructions, Ernst turned his mouth to himself and sat down in the leeward behind a huge piece of ice. Although he was almost frozen, his stubbornness still made him unwilling to show half his cowardice.

Old TA Weng naturally saw his son's expression, but he didn't say anything cruel this time, but took off his backpack and took out a package.

It is almost impossible to make a fire in such a violent storm, but he is not a real Muggle after all. Soon, when he untied the package and put a crucible in front of him in the snow, he saw that he then took out a small kraft paper bag.

When his son Ernst saw it, he glanced at it curiously. Just because he hated his father since he was a child, he just looked at it and didn't ask a word.

Old TA Weng naturally ignored his son. He just opened the kraft paper bag, carefully pinched a pinch of red powder with three fingers, and sprinkled it under the crucible against the wind.

As soon as the powder touched the bottom of the thick crucible, a large number of flames burst out with a bang and burned in the ice and snow.

Until now, old taweng poured the dry food and water in the package into the crucible and boiled it silently.

In fact, since early this morning, the father and son have set off for the snowy no man's land. By now, of course, erns's stomach has long been hungry.

But in this strong wind, the smell of cooking food must not be smelled. Therefore, before being aroused by food, Ernst just stared at the orange flame under the crucible as if he wanted to see it through.

In his eyes, who had never touched the magic world since he was a child, this magical and strange scene has deeply attracted him. Once again, thinking of the mysterious way Maka showed at home, he inevitably had a lot of expectations for wizards and magic.

Of course, he would never ask about his father, even if he didn't want to! On this point, perhaps it is the similarity between father and son!

Since the old taweng threatened, the freshman and the young didn't say any more unnecessary nonsense, and it's still the same now. After filling themselves up in a hurry, they took a short rest, and set foot on the road of where to go again regardless of the wind and snow.

No, old taweng probably knew it, but he didn't explain it at all.

The environment is still bad. The storm and snow seem to never stop, scraping desperately. Just eating the warm food in his stomach didn't keep him warm for long. Just a few minutes, little grace felt that the initial cold was extending to his trunk again.

As for the limbs? Hey, I haven't felt much in the cold!

The legs are moving forward mechanically. The unstoppable breathing represents the gradual consumption of physical strength, but it also means the loss of heat. After a long time, when little grace found that the already gloomy sky was getting darker, an idea flashed through his young but shrewd heart - is it going to be night?

However, at the moment when his little guess was fleeting, the wind and snow around suddenly became much smaller. Without dense snowflakes to block his vision, he found that he had come to an amazing snow cave.

Right in front of the cave, the whole view is getting darker and darker with the deep caves of blue and white, while behind it is the fierce snowflakes outside the caves. This is like a world of difference.

"Rest."

After continuing to walk for a short distance, probably because he has walked a lot, but perhaps because it is too dark deeper, old taweng always chose to rest in place at this moment.

After he made a fire as before, he followed him, but did not take out the crucible, but took out an unlit torch from his backpack and put it next to him.

"Sit down, little rabbit!" he pulled the scarf that covered half his face, shook off the snowflakes at will, and then sat down against the ice wall on one side of the cave.

Little grace turned his mouth again, and then sat reluctantly beside the fire - of course he was tired, but he was so unwilling to listen to his father that he even sat awkwardly.

After all, he is just a child who has just entered the rebellious period.

"Boy," old taweng continued after a brief pause, "don't you always want to know about your mother? I'll tell you today that what you're walking now is the road to your mother's ancestral land."

"Ancestral land?"

Little grace also subconsciously pulled off his thick scarf and repeated this slightly strange word. As for the discord between him and his father, it had long been washed away by the sudden word "mother".

"It's where the ancestors lived," old taweng explained patiently. "In fact, this trip was originally the custom of your mother's family... Before your mother died, I promised her: if you follow her blood and embark on the path of a wizard, I will bring you here and let your boy walk to the end of the snow cave according to the rules of her family."

"The end? Where is that?" asked erns with some doubt.

However, old taweng immediately shook his head.

"I didn't go in either," he seemed to fall into a memory and continued after a little silence. "At that time, I followed your mother. I almost came here as far as I could. I didn't go any further."

"Er..." little enston was surprised for a while. "So, we'll take the next road for the first time?"

"It's not 'US'," old taweng glanced at his son faintly. "You're the only one on the way. I won't go in with you."

Hearing the speech, little grace couldn't help looking at the torch thrown on the ground at random. Only then did he understand that the torch was only something prepared for himself! In this way, even if he was brave from an early age, he couldn't help but produce a chill colder than the surrounding temperature.

He has no way to know how deep the cave is and whether there is an unknown danger in it.

"Old man, are you serious?"

It's not too much to call his father "old man", because old taweng seemed to be very old when he gave birth to this son. Of course, Ernst has hardly called "Dad" several times since he was sensible. Although the "old man" is appropriate, there is some disgust and exclusion in it.

But at this moment, his heart was only stunned and a trace of uncontrollable fear.

"Hey, are you afraid?" old taweng sneered scornfully. "If you are afraid of death, just say it - I can take you home at any time, and then you will grow up honestly and become an ordinary person who can't do magic. What? If you decide, tell me."

After that, he shrunk his neck, turned his head and looked at the fire, and ignored his son no longer.

Although now in the snow cave, the snowstorm outside has little effect, but the cold cooling still exists. In this ice and snow, numb hands and feet and cold sore cheeks kept warning Ernst, and also continued to aggravate his fear.

Looking at the bottomless darkness in the depths of the snow cave, little Ernst tightened his body and sat by the warm fire with his knees in his arms. He just felt that everything around him was shouting to himself - give up! Go home! What's wrong with being an ordinary person?

Yeah! The father, who was always fierce and rough and even punched himself, was not qualified at all, but at least he raised himself to such a big age. Except for the brutal treatment that would often be unbearable to him, he had never been ill treated in terms of food and drink.

What is more intolerable than the unknown fear? When you have enough skills to move out and live alone, won't all bad things be over?

Single parent children like little grace, coupled with their father's always beating and scolding, tend to be much earlier than their peers. Even though there are many things he doesn't understand in his short life, the least independent thinking has been secretly erected.

Just under his uncomplicated thinking, the word "mother" has always been swirling in his mind for a long time.

"I'll go," he said coldly at last. "Dead old boss!"