Telling Lille all this didn't have any special meaning.
He needed someone to listen to him, and since Jon wasn't here, that person could only be Lille.
He brought Lille forward, but the surrounding fog was getting thicker and thicker, as if they had entered a secret place.
Of course, this was Grindelwald's doing. In order to prevent others from discovering his whereabouts, this little trick was necessary.
Furthermore, he didn't affect the others and only created a small independent space to bring Lille in.
Compared to his previous actions, this was simply too benevolent.
But this kind of abnormal behavior made Lille feel uneasy.
He felt as if he had been involved in some serious matter, but he didn't have a choice and could only follow his master's pace.
Fortunately, standing beside Grindelwald gave him a sense of security and didn't feel like there was any problem.
But …
"Master, do you have any special meaning for telling me all this?"
"For the time being, you have a close relationship with Jon, so there's no problem in letting you know about these matters. Furthermore, I have a doubt in my heart that I need you to help me answer."
This was a great honor. His master, a dignified Legend Wizard, had a doubt that he needed his help to answer. If his peers were to know about this, they would go crazy with jealousy.
But even so, he didn't dare to show any arrogance on his face. "If you have something to say, just say it. There's no need to be so polite with this subordinate."
Grindelwald originally hoped that the Black Wizards in the Dark Forest wouldn't treat him like their master. He wasn't their emperor. On the contrary, the Black Wizards could only live in seclusion because of him. But now, it seemed that this hope of his didn't have any possibility of being realized. The Black Wizards' reverence and trust towards him only increased day by day. They didn't have the independence that he hoped for.
Since that was the case, he might as well not do these things like before, so as to avoid stirring up a bunch of trouble. Now that they were living well, he didn't need to worry about these useless things.
While he was pondering, Lille was also on tenterhooks as he walked.
Being in the king's company was tantamount to being in the tiger's company. Especially since he was young, he had been taught this by his elders in the forest. Therefore, he didn't dare to be presumptuous in front of Grindvall.
Now that he thought about it, Jon actually dared to communicate with Sir Grindvall normally. It was truly rare for him to have such courage.
The two of them didn't know how far they had walked, but when they stopped again, they were already in front of a restaurant.
"Let's go get something to eat."
After returning to reality from the illusory space, Lille finally saw the time.
He had actually walked for an entire day, but the strange thing was that he didn't feel tired at all. Furthermore, this was no longer Germany.
As Lille listened to the waiter speak German with an Austrian accent, he sighed in his heart.
They actually followed the Danube all the way to Austria.
If he didn't have Grindvall by his side, he didn't know how much time and stamina he would need to complete the journey by himself.
Under the guidance of the waiter, he sat on a chair in the inner room.
To be honest, the position of this chair was very good. It just so happened that one could see the scenery outside, as well as the flowing river.
They had just taken their seats. In less than 2-3 minutes, a steaming hot meal was delivered to the table.
"No need to be restrained, eat something. After all, you've been working hard all day."
Lille remained silent. Whatever Grindvall told him to do, he would naturally do.
Even if the table was filled with extremely high calorie food.
In terms of table etiquette, Grindvall didn't seem to forbid talking. At least, he was currently eating while talking.
He used a knife to cut off a chicken leg, dipped it in sauce, and stuffed it into his mouth while talking.
Strangely, even with food in his mouth, his words were still clear.
"Did you know? Lille, in this world, the gods have their own inheritances. "
Lille nodded while eating. Of course, he wanted to reply, but he couldn't do it. He couldn't speak while eating, let alone speak clearly.
Therefore, the best choice was to not speak and only nod. After all, as long as Grindvall wanted to, he could read his thoughts.
Moreover, after staying in the Dark Forest for so many years, he didn't know anything. Of course, the gods had their own inheritances. The existence of the Wizard was a part of the god's inheritance. In the past, the Holy See worshipped the God of Light. The reason why he could become a god was because the Wizard was left behind by the gods. Therefore, it was completely possible to go up this path.
However, Grindelwald's words were getting more and more out of control. His rationality told him that he shouldn't continue listening, but there was another voice in his heart telling him that this was an opportunity for him to advance further. As long as he followed Grindelwald, he would be able to do so. Then, he wouldn't just be the seventh sequence — he would become one of the Lord's people and even have the opportunity to be taught by the Lord. This was a blessing that many people envied.
Since this was given to Lille, then Lille would definitely want it.
Even a fool could tell the pros and cons of this.
"No, I'm not talking about the inheritance of their power, but the bloodline."
This was originally just a guess in his heart, but it wasn't an unfounded guess.
In the ancient country of Huaxia in the East, the Wizard buried his power in his bloodline. Even if the descendants didn't do anything, they could at least obtain power through the bloodline. In fact, this situation was also present in the West, such as Helga's bloodline descendant Jon. However, the West emphasized the gift of talent, such as Voldemort's Serpentine Voice and Jon's Elemental Affinity. Unless it wasn't activated, as long as their bloodline was activated, they could obtain extraordinary talent in learning magic.
However, the bloodline left behind by the gods in the human world leaned more toward the system of Huaxia. The power was buried in the bloodline, and generation after generation, it protected their descendants.
These descendants might not even have the talent for magic, but they were born with the ability to use some of the power of the laws that only the gods could use.
For example …
"Tell me about the leader of your team. She … that girl is a little special, right?"
Lille swallowed the beef in his mouth and looked into Grindvall's eyes.
In fact, the information of the members of their team couldn't be casually revealed to outsiders.
However, Grindvall wasn't an outsider.
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