Aesop Sel is a witch from the seventeenth century, and it has been three hundred years since now.

Not to mention the long time, she is also a legendary wizard who founded the Ifamoni Magic School.

This kind of witch wants to hide things, and it is difficult for others to find it.

In fact, the Gunter family was trying to retrieve Slytherin's wand until their demise.

Of course, the later period was purely a scoop. The poor Gunter family wanted to blackmail Ifamoni Magic School a large sum of gold and live a rich life like their ancestors.

Just make money, it’s not a mess!

But this kind of collision is of course "breaking".

For the Ifamoni Magic School, the dilapidated land of Gaunt was like the Great Ying Empire, which had encountered a lighthouse country with rising national fortunes.

I won’t blow my head out of you, let you whine!

At this time, Nicolemay continued to speak in the room.

"After the failure to pursue the wand, I set my eyes on the goblet of the god of death."

His eyes were bright and mysterious.

"There are more clues left by this cup than Slytherin's wand, but because there are too many, real and fake, it is difficult to distinguish.

Later, after my continuous investigation, I found that this goblet has another name, you should have heard of the Holy Grail.”

Nico took William and walked slowly towards a room.

They walked through a luxurious marble-paved hall and entered a beautifully decorated room where Victorian lamps with tassels cast soft lights.

The air is filled with dusty smell, the incense is mixed with the earthy smell emitted by the stone buildings.

William looked up and found that he was wearing various murals and paintings on the wall of the room, all of which were written by famous artists.

Nico walked in front and said with a smile:

“In the story of Muggle, the night before Jesus’ crucifixion, he had a dinner with his twelve disciples.

Jesus picked up the goblet and took turns to his disciples to share the wine.

The cup will automatically flow out delicious wine without pouring it. On the third day after Jesus died, he was resurrected again."

"A goblet, the cup that produces fine wine, and is resurrected three days later. Do you feel that this story is very familiar?" Nico's voice echoed in the room.

William's head is slightly slight, and he has indeed heard of the story of the Holy Grail.

When I was in an orphanage in my previous life, the widowed aunt next door often went to pray to a single old pastor on Sundays, and she did it all day.

William often heard stories about the Lord from her.

But what William is more familiar with is the "Holy Grail War" and... Lin Mei.

Wait, they are all magical worlds, why doesn’t there be any magic replenishment in this world?! The kind of liquid exchange.

hateful!

Nico did not notice William was distracted, and he walked through several floor-to-ceiling windows and headed towards the corner.

"After Jesus' death, Joseph of Arimathea buried him and brought the Holy Grail to Britain. You must have heard of the story of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table.

Galahad, one of the Knights of the Round Table, used the magical power of the Holy Grail to heal the dying aborted king.

Later, Galahad gave the Holy Grail to Merlin."

Nico finally stopped, and in front of them was a huge painting.

"This is Merlin, who is standing in the middle of this painting," Nico explained.

"Did you see that, he was wearing a white robe, and next to him were twelve round table knights, and beside Merlin, there was a rough wooden goblet."

"Is this Merlin Memorial?" William wondered as he looked at the hall in the giant painting.

During the summer vacation, he attended the award ceremony for the Merlin Medal here, so he remembered it deeply.

A smile appeared on Nico's face: "Yes, Merlin hid the Holy Grail here, but later disappeared again, and I already... almost know where it is."

Nico turned out two chairs and sat comfortably on it. "My story is almost finished, and I don't know anything else, ask."

"Death...where is he?" William said curiously.

"Child, your question is stumping me." Nico said laughably: "But I also have speculations about how to find the god of death.

For example, Siren is the most loyal servant of the God of Death. If you find the island where she lives, you may find the God of Death."

"Then are you going to the Mermaid Tribe?" William blinked.

"William, I'll give you a piece of advice, don't try to find death." Nico's smile was restrained and his expression was serious.

"Why?"

"Before answering this question, let me ask you some small questions."

William nodded.

Nico asked, “How many people have seen the God of Death in the story you heard?”

"Three brothers."

"Very good, then, how many people survived after they received the gift of Death?"

"One..." William frowned, "What do you mean is that if you want to see the god of death, you must set out together, and only one person can survive in the end?"

"William, I'm just guessing." Nico sighed slightly, "The bridge represents the trial of the god of death. If you complete the trial, you can see him.

The three brothers mean that there are only three people in the trial, and these three people are either blood-related or as close as brothers.

In either way, are you willing to sacrifice two people for a so-called Deathly Hallows?”

William shook his head without hesitation. "I don't want to!"

He certainly was unwilling to exchange the lives of his sister Anne, or Hermione, Cedric, Qiu, the twin brothers and others for the so-called Deathly Hallows.

"So I'd rather you never find the god of death." Nico smiled satisfied.

"Then why are you looking for the Deathly Hallows?"

"No one has no desires and no desires, and even Albus is no exception." Nico sighed, "He is also looking for one of the items."

"And I collect the Deathly Hallows, and I don't want to be the master of the God of Death, nor do I want to get so powerful. I just want to unravel the Book of Abraham and live well."

"Didn't you already refining the Philosopher's Stone?"

"Child, the story has already told us that the Philosopher's Stone cannot live forever." Nico laughed, "It is just a necessary magic material for the elixir of immortality."

"And, the philosopher's stone cannot be used permanently. When a stone exhausts magic power, a second piece must be refined.

And the cooking of the elixir of immortality is not completely costless.”

William thought about Nicolomai's words and found that the Philosopher's Stone was not omnipotent. He thought that the stone could be made in batches by soaking in water.

He pondered for a moment and asked again, "Do you want eternal life?"

"No one can live forever unless it is the god of death." Nico looked at the night sky outside the window and was stunned.

“But I hate ending, anything related to ending is the case.

I usually don’t watch the endings of novels. I never watch the finale of Muggle TV series. I don’t want to send my friends to a long journey, and I won’t attend other people’s funerals…

And I don’t want to end my story now, I just want to have a good look at the world.”

Nico slowly closed his eyes.

"Albus often says that death is also a great adventure."

"Yes, of course this sentence is correct, but I haven't seen enough of these scenery yet and don't want to leave."

"Isn't this the meaning of life when you experience something that you haven't experienced? What do you think, William?"

William shook his head. "Nicole, to be honest, I haven't figured out the meaning of life right now."

The old man didn't say anything because he fell asleep.

William formed a robe, covered the old man's body, and then left gently.

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Chapter completed!