Indescribable tarot cards

What you see is a quiet cemetery with numerous tombstones.

The sky was gloomy, the sun could not be seen, and thick dark clouds blocked the non-existent skylight.

Everything was quiet, as if everything was frozen.

It seemed that what was displayed in front of Aaron was just a lifelike painting.

Aaron looked around and sighed softly.

Then there was finally a sound in this space.

Based on his years of experience being pulled into hallucinations, Aaron could probably confirm that he was being pulled into an illusion again.

But, he didn't know where this was.

The connection is successful, the plug-in is mounted, and the extraordinary road is being revised...

"Formless Fire" has been activated...

Aaron was still thinking about the system prompts.

It was clearly a plug-in approved by the system, but there was no sense of surprise in his heart, only a little uneasiness and confusion.

In other words, he is still doubting the origin of this unknown plug-in.

The reason is also very simple. He was really frightened by the plans of Roskia, Gad, and even Tu Antivan.

How can there be such a coincidence in this world?

Just when he needed a golden finger, a golden finger really came flying to him?

At least, since time travel to now, he has never seen a good thing like pie in the sky.

In most cases, the so-called good things are transactions.

Some are relatively fair and impartial, while others are forced to buy and sell.

And who initiated this goldfinger transaction?

What price does he need to pay?

Aaron had no idea.

It was precisely because he didn't know that he felt worried.

He subconsciously looked around, seeing only tombstones and only a winding path leading to an unknown distance.

The environment here is very similar to the noble cemetery in Leiden City, but there are tombs in the noble cemetery.

Here, there are only tombstones and bare land.

After regaining his composure, Aaron slowly stepped forward hesitantly and picked a tombstone at random to take a closer look.

The material of this tombstone is unprepossessing, gray-white, with a vague sheen like jade.

But on this tombstone, there are densely packed small characters written in golden mainland common language.

Of course, Aaron had no intention of reading those small words, his eyes were completely fixed on one line of words.

Raymond Albert.

The Albert family?

Aaron subconsciously left this tombstone behind and walked to several nearby tombstones to take a look.

Lucia Albert.

Ennis Albert.

Coleridge Albert.

…

I scanned a dozen tombstones in a row, and the surname on them all was Albert.

For a moment, Aaron couldn't help but feel a little absent-minded, and subconsciously looked up.

All you can see are tombstones, densely packed.

If it is true as he inferred, then here...

For a long time, although he could know a little bit about the secrets of the Albert family from Ruosiqia, he could also roughly guess that the Albert family was not trivial.

But after all, they were all rumors, and I only knew them from Ruosiqiya.

Grandpa's mouth is a liar.

God knows whether what he said was true or false.

After Aaron personally saw the tombstones all over the mountains and plains, he had a general understanding of the Albert family.

However, at this time, new questions came to his mind.

So, why did he come here?

How should he get out?

Just as he hesitated, he saw a figure walking slowly not far away.

He walked slowly and quickly, and in an instant he came to Aaron from the end of his field of vision.

Aaron frowned and looked at the visitor.

He has dark golden fluffy hair, a pair of smiling eyes, and then a rather simple aristocratic decoration, which feels like the aristocratic style of the Agrant II period.

Simple, elegant, yet practical.

If we say that during the time of King Algrant I, most of the so-called nobles were mud-legged people who had unintentionally mastered extraordinary power. Their decorations and heraldry were all kinds of, and some of them were not even works of art. They were simply borrowed by drunken people. The product of drinking wine and making gestures on the table.

Considering that most of the people at that time were illiterate, most of the family names were unexpectedly down-to-earth, and even those with literary talent would mostly conflict with others.

Naturally, in this context, the so-called aristocratic dress is simply a joke.

That generation, the entire generation, didn’t have much sense of class. Most of what they wore were armors and cloaks for battle. Few people would pay attention to this kind of aristocratic dress, which is more beautiful than actual value. .

However, I guess no one would care about this.

It was not until Agrant II came to the throne and became the new master of the kingdom that the situation was slightly relieved.

After all, people's pursuit of beauty is eternal.

As many aristocratic families consciously adjusted their family emblems and coats of arms, aristocratic dresses that originally looked more like vases than vases have also returned to the stage of history.

The tailors consciously abandoned some metal components and added numerous patterns to the dress at the expense of defense, pursuing beauty as much as possible while ensuring practicality.

The dress worn by the man in front of him was obviously a product of that era.

At least, at the moment, there is really no aristocratic family whose dresses are inlaid with metal components.

Before the man could speak, Aaron felt that this man seemed familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere.

However, for a moment, he really couldn't remember who this person was.

Of course, looking at Aaron's somewhat confused eyes, the man chuckled, "I think you should remember me, but you just can't recognize me. Let me introduce myself. My name is Rick, Rick Albert. Of course. , those are what other people call me, in fact..."

He patted Aaron's shoulder casually and added: "In fact, you should also know that I am your father."

After another pause, he seemed to realize something, shook his head, and denied himself: "No, to be precise, I should say, I was once your father, right, Aaron?"

He crossed his arms and stood lazily, looking at Aaron with an incomprehensible tone.

Although this scene looks like a classic father and son recognition.

For others, even if the father and son didn't hold each other's arms and cry, the atmosphere would definitely not be as awkward as it is now.

But in fact, neither party has the excitement and joy of seeing each other again after a long absence.

Instead of being excited, Aaron inadvertently took a small step back and looked at Rick with a scrutinizing gaze.

It wasn't until Rick took the initiative to admit his identity that Aaron realized.

Yes, this man is Rick, but in his youth.

Most of what Aaron carries in his mind is Rick in his old age.

At that time, he had long been tortured by "illness" and wasted away.

However, Aaron had imagined countless encounters with this cheap father.

I never thought that I would meet him here.