A piece of wood.
It was hard to imagine why an ancient wizarding family would deliberately keep a piece of wood.
And
the wood was truly eye-catching.
It glimmered in the corner, making it impossible not to notice.
"That?"
Gellert turned his head, wearing a mysterious smile.
"No one knows what it is, but our family may well have been named after it. We're the 'Greenwood' family, after all.
"I think you should take a closer look."
The old man was really keeping him in suspense.
Klein raised an eyebrow.
He walked up close and curiously ran his fingers over the surface of the wood, but suddenly shivered.
"This!"
Klein, who hadn't been particularly interested before, perked up at once.
It was no exaggeration to say that the sliver of life magic the wood had just revealed could rival a hundred pounds of Fire Dragon heart's blood.
If he could master the power within it, bringing the dead back to life and restoring flesh to bare bones would be no problem at all.
Compared to it, the Resurrection Stone was just a "little brother among little brothers"!
"Heh, everything here is yours. You'll have plenty of time to study it later. For now, let's go upstairs. Rocco should have dinner ready."
Gellert chuckled.
He understood Klein's reaction perfectly.
Every generation of the Grindelwald family knew the wood was a treasure, but no one had ever managed to draw out its power.
As time passed, the wood had become the most luxurious decoration in the Grindelwald family's Chamber of Secrets.
However
Klein might actually be able to figure out how to use it.
But that had nothing to do with the old man anymore.
Dinner was what mattered. Dinner was what mattered.
Once he had eaten his fill, he still had