Three days later, in the Manor, Velin looked at the pile of items before him, then raised his head to look at Hebrew. Picking up a scrap of cloth, he questioned, "This came from the graveyard too?"
Hearing the doubt in his master's tone, Hebrew's eyelid twitched. He feigned composure and said loudly, "Master, this was my oversight. Please punish me."
"Forget it."
Velin tossed the scrap of cloth aside and waved Hebrew away.
Seeing this, Hebrew thumped his chest in salute and quickly left.
He had no idea whether there were any other foreign items in the pile. It was better to leave as soon as possible.
After walking out of the Manor, he looked up at the clear, sunny sky. It was perfect weather for training.
Looking at the pile of items, Velin held his head and said helplessly, "So careless and reckless, not cautious at all when doing things. It seems I've been too lax with him these past few years. Since he and Devonshire's adopted daughter Abrien are both of age, I'll have them marry once we return. It would be good to have someone constantly keeping an eye on him."
Upon hearing this, a smile appeared on Kyle's face, but he quickly returned to his calm expression.
The guards standing nearby treated themselves as deaf, indicating that they knew nothing.
"Kyle, separate the items with writing from those without."
Kyle nodded and enveloped the pile of graveyard items with magic power.
Less than a minute later, Velin looked at the sorted items before him. He walked over to the pile with writing and began examining them carefully.
Thirty minutes later, Velin picked up a damaged diary. Opening the first page and reading its first sentence, buried memories began to resurface.
"March 3rd, Beast Calendar 12098.