The corners of the flame self-confidence piece spread upwards, watching the paper, which was browned by the fire, gradually turned into ashes and was blown away by the wind, until the fingers felt the pain before releasing.

Relying on this letter, he finally knew what the relics those people were chasing were.

Even if only part of it.

Some additional content in the letter mentions that the Grants actually foresee the crisis in advance. They do not know who the enemy is, but they can feel the prying and oppression around them. In this way, they pretended not to find anything, and also did not try any escape method.

In the last period of time, all they did was try their best to fight for some living space for their children under a high pressure situation.

This letter was written a week before the grocery store fire.

The Grant couple created the conditions for the predecessor, but he has not seen the slightest bit of becoming the victim of the Church of Shia. Now that he is succeeded by someone else, he always has to try his best to fight.

"Phew...live, have what to give, take the initiative..."

The concluding remarks in the letter woke Donald up, standing at the entrance of the alley, leaning against the stone wall behind him, the cool breeze from the cloudy weather swirling around him.

Some changes are not just verbal. Today, he seems to have great autonomy outside, but in fact he is extremely passive. He doesn't even know what enemies he faces, let alone carry out counter.

He needed something to force out those who were hiding in the dark, and this letter gave him a chance.

As Cann Antoine said, if he wants to change the situation now, he must have an inheritance in his hand. The amber ring is a life-saving thing, and naturally it is impossible to use it casually.

Something else must be found as soon as possible.

Holding the metal blocks in his hand, while it was still dark, Donald went to the library of Godot University to find Sirius and explained his findings to her, hoping that she could talk to the sheriff and make an appointment , find a place to talk.

Immediately afterwards, he took a carriage to the bank and took out the things he had deposited in the bank.

This time, instead of going to the cafe, I paid a sum of money directly and asked for a quiet room in the bank.

His fingers rubbed the amber ring, looking at the liquid in the amber stone on the face of the ring, Donald finally understood why the ring fit so well with his finger.

It was originally something the Grants left for themselves!

The infusion of mental power Donald tried for the first time, but it did not inspire any effect, and even did not give any feedback.

It's not enough to wear it directly on the hand. Even a child can see the extraordinaryness of this ring. Donald thought about it, and simply got a string and hung it around his neck and stored it close to him. As for coming up to pick up his clothes or peep at his bath, right?

Put the other two emblems into the box and put them together with the emblem of the Silver Moon Church. He doesn't understand these two things. It doesn't mean that Infinita doesn't understand, but they are quite representative things.

"Wait...representative, high-level badges in other organizations, I don't know if it is an identity proof in another sense..."

Holding the two emblems and comparing them left and right, Donald put the square emblem back and put the oval emblem in his pocket instead.

Two metal building blocks were placed on the table in front of him, and the letter mentioned that they were the key, no doubt, it must be related to the heritage.

The two metal building blocks have the same shape, they are the most common rectangles, similar in size, and have neat straight lines on the outside, which looks a bit special.

However, Donald merged them together along the edge. He tried each position once, and there was no special change. In the end, he could only try to use mental power to contact them.

Change finally appeared.

Donald noticed that a circular hole began to appear in the center of the two blocks, the size of a pinhole, which was not obvious, but some dark golden lines could be seen.

He tried to control the infusion of mental power from these two holes, but it didn't work. Obviously, these two small holes had other functions.

"What does this mean, does it mean that there are other parts that need to be added?"

There are small holes on both sides, and Donald wondered if it might be possible to need a metal stick of the same thickness or something to connect the two sides to fully activate them.

As he was thinking about it, his fingers subconsciously held the building block and rubbed it. When the pulp of his thumb touched the surface of the building block, the tingling sensation made Donald suddenly release his fingers.

"Hi~"

Turning his fingers, he saw the wound that had seeped out with blood beads. He hurriedly put it in his mouth and put it in his mouth. His eyes fell on the building block again. Donald couldn't see any sharp spikes on it. How did the wound appear?

Could it be that......

Not caring about the wound, Donald pursed his lips and put his thumb in the gap again. Sure enough, the familiar tingling sensation reappeared. This time, Donald did not let go of his hand, but pressed harder and harder on that position, letting it be Blood seeps through the wound~lightnovelpub.net~click~click~

There was a slight cracking sound from the gap between the building blocks. Donald let go of his hand, and the building block fell back to the table. It just collided lightly, but it broke into a dozen pieces in an instant and spread out on the table, making Donald a little overwhelmed.

The quality is too bad, isn't it?

Doing one and two, and holding another metal block with the other hand, Donald always felt that there was a connection between them.

In the same process, blood flows into the holes, just like lubricant, re-splitting the pieces of building blocks that were originally hardened together. At a rough glance, the number of pieces is similar.

Donald looked at the pile of odds and ends on the table, put one hand to one side, and gathered them together.

When he let go of his hand, the pile of fragments began to vibrate again, like a pile of small magnets that attracted and repelled each other, each piece seemed to have its own position.

The initial movement was slow, but as time passed, several pieces attracted each other, speeding up the process.

Arrange, combine, outline...

Donald watched as the pile of debris slowly formed on the table in front of him.

Yes, in just a few minutes, this pile of fragments formed a circular clock in front of Donald!

Before he could wait for Donald to start his research, it spread out again, and then formed a strange scale shape, which looked familiar, but couldn't remember what it meant for a while.

Finally, after forming the key shape, it is finalized and will not change.

Picking up the slap-sized key, Donald could probably guess that the images that had been cobbled together from fragments had something to do with the legacy.

Life is full of surprises.

"Hey, let's start from here..."

In the quiet room, Donald's voice echoed alone.