Chapter 483 (2/2)

Igor forced a smile and said, “The ancestors warned us: the stone was a gift from the witch and it’s something the future generations can enjoy. However, we must not lose or destroy it. Otherwise, we’ll receive a more severe punishment from the witch—I’m not saying that I don’t trust you, but I also believe in my ancestors. After all, we’ve been punished by the witch once, via the evil spirit that is.”

Hao Ren looked at Vivian and smiled wryly. “You left such a mess behind…”

Vivian looked away, innocently. “What does that have to do with me? People back then were all superstitious, and an absolutely normal words when passed down three generations, just happened to turn into something surreptitious. How would I have known that?”

Bewildered, Igor looked at Hao Ren and Vivian, who were conversing in Chinese. The old man had no clue what they were talking about. Soon, Hao Ren turned to him. “So, you’re talking about the witch, right? Look at this one here.”

Hao Ren pushed Vivian forward. “This is the ancestral witch you’re talking about.”

Vivian rolled her eyes. “What do you mean by ‘ancestral’?”

Igor was utterly shocked. “Huh?”

Hao Ren repeated his words. Igor shook his head, his smile was bordering on crying. “Please don’t make jokes like this. I know that all masters are a bit odd, but this joke…”

Hao Ren did not argue any further. He reached into his Dimensional Pocket and took out a giant portrait from it. “This is the portrait of the witch we found underground. Your ancestors left it there. Your ancestors haven’t entered the crypt in 200 years, so the portraits in there are still in their original state. You can see for yourself.”

Igor’s jaw almost dropped to the floor when he saw Hao Ren yank out a painting out of thin air. But when he saw the portrait, his jaw complelely dropped to the ground. From the very first glance, he knew that the painting was genuine, and that the style was very similar to the other portraits of the witch in the castle. Yet, he still could not believe the content of the portrait—the witch in the painting looked exactly like the girl in front of him.

“This looks…” Igor stared at the portrait of the witch and the hole with scorch marks. “This hole…”

Lily scratched her head in embarrassment—she was now in human form, so she could not wag her tail, only scratch her head. “I poked it by accident, but that’s beside the point.”

Igor was silent for a long while as he stood in front of the portrait. There was a fierce ideological struggle within his head, and he could not ignore it. “I can’t believe that the witch has appeared so suddenly… And why did the lady not mention this earlier?”

Vivian looked at Igor with both arms folded across her chest. “Because I didn’t think of it. Who would have thought that the silly boy back then would become a rich man, and that later generations would get embroiled in this mess? It doesn’t matter whether you believe it or not. Just touch your own eyes.”

Feeling strange, Igor rubbed his eyes. “What?”

“Your eyes weren’t dark brown at birth, but grayish blue. But after a few months, they gradually turned into this color.” Vivian managed to regain her memories, and found enough evidence to prove her identity. “Do you have a mirror?”

The middle-aged butler who stood next to him silently handed Igor a small hand mirror. Vivian snapped her fingers, an Igor was horrified to see the brown color in his eyes gradually fade into a grayish blue hue, which only newborns had.

“I was the one who gave you your current eyes.” Vivian smiled. “I left a mark on the two menials because I had a bad memory. It was getting especially worse at that time, so I was worried that if they got separated and met again, they would also forget each other. Hence, I left behind a mark in their blood.”

Lily snapped, “Then you forgot what you left behind. With such a bad memory, there’s no point for you to do anything.”

Vivian could only remain silent.

Igor looked at his eyes, which slowly turned brown again. He began to recall the stories he had heard about the family’s eyes, stories that had been passed down from generation to generation. He finally realized who this person standing before him was.

The old man suddenly passed out.