Eau Tayloff, who had been released from the soul gem, was stunned for a moment. Allen sat back in his chair and roughly told him about his current situation and his relationship with his grandfather.
Aiutayfo touched his face with his hand. The sensation made him wonder if he was really dead. Although he had mentally prepared himself for this, he still found it hard to believe that someone had told him that he was dead and had turned him into a soul. After death, he didn't go to see his god, nor did he fall into hell. Instead, he was turned into a portrait by a wizard and continued to exist in this world. This was inconceivable to him.
He thought of a possibility and could not wait to ask Allen, "Can I still see my wife and children?"
"I'm sorry, but your wife and children are not wizards. I don't think they have the chance to enter the Hogwarts. I'll be leaving soon, and there won't be time for you to reunite." Allen saw through his thoughts and continued without waiting for Aiutayfo to ask. "You can't become a ghost, but if you try to appear in the mortal world in the form of a soul and not in a painting, I'm afraid you'll be sucked away by the underworld. In that case … according to Muggle's understanding, your current memories and emotions will no longer exist."
"They are not wizards," Aiutayfo replied with sadness and certainty. His eyes were filled with sadness and confusion. He would never see his wife and children again. He did not know what kind of life they would lead. At least, although Duke William was very strict with his subordinates, he was much nicer to a knight's family who had died on the battlefield than other nobles. His son could at least inherit his knighthood when he came of age …
But in the long years that followed, he would only have endless worries and longing.
Utayfo let out a long sigh. It was better this way. Even if they met, the wizard would not leave his portrait to his wife and children. Otherwise, it would only make them sad if they could not see him whenever they wanted. Hopefully, as time passed, they would not be immersed in the grief of losing him.
The red-haired knight was stunned for a long time before he reacted and bowed to Allen to thank him. Although he did not understand these things, at least he understood that his current situation was better than dying and going to another world.
Aiutayfo then followed the method Allen told him and entered his body in the painting.
After carefully looking at the treehouse in front of him for a moment, he pushed open the round door that was so green that it almost flowed out and walked into the round, warmly decorated room. He looked around curiously. It was a low-ceilinged room with a faint earthy fragrance, like a tunnel-like tubular hall. The surrounding walls were inlaid with wooden planks. The floor was covered with tiles and carpets. There were shiny tables and chairs in the room, and many hooks were nailed around to receive guests. Through the round window, he could see the swaying grass and dandelions outside, as well as the scene in the office in the distance. There were shiny copper ornaments in many places, and there were many plants hanging from the ceiling or placed on the windowsill.
All the rooms on both sides of the corridor were maintained at the same level. The wooden door on the right was closed, and the sound of cooking could be heard on the left. He glanced around and found that in this room, where the wine cellar, pantry and kitchen were integrated into one, the copper lamps on the wall gave out a warm light, making it look cozy and peaceful. The yellow and black chairs were empty. It seemed that he was the only guest in this tavern. At this time, a kind, plump red-haired lady looked at him with a gentle smile from behind the bar.
This was the owner of the tavern, Helga Huffington. Hufflepuff, she greeted Eutelfo in a friendly manner. "Welcome, Knight. What would you like to eat? You're a little early. No one will come to visit at this time. "
The red-haired knight, who still did not understand why the portrait came to visit, heard the lady owner speak with a Welsh accent from his family's hometown. "I don't have money." Then, he reflexively said. Aiu Tayloff looked embarrassed. He remembered that he was penniless. How could he have money to eat …?
Helga? Hufflepuff looked at his red hair and facial features, and asked softly, "Can you recite poetry? If you can, you can sing to pay for your meal. "
"Of course. Everyone in my family can sing. Before me, my ancestors were the court poets of the Norman Grand Duke." Aiutayfo's face, which had been baptized by the flames of war, showed a nostalgic look. Without the invasion of war, that peaceful and quiet time was so happy.
Thinking of his career as a court poet before becoming a knight, Aiutayfo could not help but feel a little annoyed. If only he had not daydreamed about becoming a knight.
"That's great." Helga tilted her head and asked Aiutayfo to find a place to sit down. She walked back to the kitchen. Aiutayfo obediently sat on the sofa, thinking about his own thoughts.
When Hufflepuff came out again, Noah Tayloff casually glanced at the food she brought over. This glance made him focus his blank gaze. The appearance of the food — a mixture of fruit and oatmeal — was so familiar ….
He could not wait to pick up a small silver spoon and put a piece into his mouth. This taste … He narrowed his eyes and carefully felt the familiar taste of the buds. This was the pudding that only his family knew the recipe of! Thinking back to the Adept who seemed to be able to see through all his thoughts, he attributed all of this to magic.
Eiu Tayloff chewed the pudding, and the warm pudding slid into his stomach. The familiar taste and temperature seemed to have healed the wounds brought to him by the war and the pain brought to him by death. It also eased his infinite longing and attachment to his family.
After finishing all the pudding, he lay motionlessly on the sofa. All the beautiful memories of his time with his family flashed through his mind, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up. He felt very warm, as if his whole body was wrapped in a warm and blissful feeling. This was the taste of home …
After a long time, Aiutayfo, who was relaxed and seemed to be alive again, stood up. "Thank you for your hospitality. Let me sing you my favorite Irish folk song, 'In Memory'. This is a traditional song passed down from my ancestors. We sing it at Christmas."
"Okay, okay." Hufflepuff directed a lute in the tavern to fly to Aiutayfo. "There was once a poet. When he left, he left me a lute. You can use it."
Eiu Tayloff picked up the zither and played a short piece of music. After adjusting the zither, he squinted his eyes and tilted his head, as if he was immersed in a beautiful memory. He sang affectionately, "The white smoke you exhale is now slowly riding the wind, bit by bit disappearing into the floating clouds in the sky …"
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