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Pate looked at Merlin solemnly and said, "Son, your grandfather is buried here, as well as generations of our Leo family's ancestors. This place is of irreplaceable importance to our family. It carries the spirit of the Leo family and is the foundation and soul of our family."

Pate raised his head slightly, his eyes sweeping over every corner of the ancestral land, as if he could see the figures of his family ancestors.

"Do you know, Merlin?" Pate continued, "It's as if there's an invisible and powerful force here, silently guarding our territory. Whenever I come here, an indescribable peace wells up in my heart, as if all my worries and fatigue can instantly dissipate."

Pete closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if feeling the mysterious power.

"From a long time ago, there has always been a voice in my heart calling me to come here. So, I often come here alone to talk with my father, my grandfather, and those ancestors I have never met, telling them how much I miss them and sharing every bit of my life."

A gentle smile appeared on Pate's face as he recalled those moments of "communication" with his ancestors.

"Every time I come here, I feel a special sense of relaxation. The surroundings are very quiet, and the peaceful atmosphere can bring unprecedented comfort to my soul. Sometimes, I even fall asleep here without realizing it. Not only me, but every family member who comes here to worship their ancestors can experience this wonderful feeling." Pate said with emotion.

However, Pate's brows suddenly furrowed slightly, revealing a puzzled expression: "It's just that this feeling seems to be gone now. It's really strange."

As he spoke, he brushed off the dirt from his knees and stood up. "There's nothing particularly beautiful here, it's just the roots of our family. Merlin, remember, come and pay homage to our ancestors whenever you have time. This is our responsibility as descendants of the Leo family."

After giving the instructions, Pete turned around and walked back with Merlin.

Merlin couldn't help but turn his head and take another look at the place. An idea suddenly flashed through his mind: should we develop this place into a tourist attraction?

But as soon as this idea came to his mind, he immediately dismissed it.

After all, this is the resting place of our ancestors, and developing tourist attractions may disturb their peace.

However, Merlin thought again and realized that the people of the Leo family seemed to attach great importance to wealth.

If our ancestors knew that even after they passed away, this place could bring wealth to the family, they might be happy.

As Pete and Merlin walked away, the originally silent ancestral land seemed to wake up from its slumber.

The ground beneath my feet rose and fell slightly, as if it was breathing slowly, but this movement only lasted for a moment and soon returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.

In the vast continent of Aize, a mysterious trend has quietly surged since an unknown time.

In the streets, taverns and inns, bards began to passionately sing stories and legends related to the Oberon civilization.

The ups and downs of the tone portrayed the Oberon civilization as dreamlike, as if that ancient and mysterious civilization was slowly revealing a corner of it to the world through the mist of time.

This trend spread quickly. The legends of the Oberon civilization could be heard in the prosperous capitals of the six empires, the city-states of the Aize Federation, and even in the hidden places where the major races lived.

The Oberon civilization, which had been almost forgotten by the world over the years, has once again become the focus of everyone's attention, triggering countless hot topics and topics.

Soon, news about the Oberon civilization appeared on the pages of the Azer Arcane Newspaper, occupying a prominent position and attracting the attention of countless people.

On the magic network constructed by the communication crystal, a large number of posts discussing the Oberon civilization appeared.

People expressed their opinions on the magic network, from speculations about the origin of the Oberon civilization to fantasies about its mysterious magic. The heated discussions kept the popularity of the Oberon civilization soaring.

The Aize Federation was keenly aware of this unusual wave of heat and felt something was wrong.

Is someone trying to repeat the sensational scam of the century?

The top federal officials are well aware that if this trend is allowed to develop unchecked, it is very likely to cause chaos and turmoil on the continent again.

Seeing that the topic of Oberon civilization was getting more and more heated and the related trend was sweeping across the entire continent like wildfire, the Aize Federation finally could no longer sit still.

They were clearly aware of the seriousness of the matter and immediately contacted the Arcane Academy, hoping to use the academy's authority in the academic and magical fields to make the truth of the century's scam public. They must never let the Oberon civilization bring madness to the entire continent again as it did in the past.

The Arcane Academy has always taken it as its mission to maintain the knowledge and order of the continent. After receiving the request from the Aize Federation, it quickly cooperated and took action.

They carefully wrote a detailed announcement, ready to expose to the world the false nature that may be hidden behind the Oberon civilization.

However, just one or two days after the announcement, a piece of news that was like a bombshell shocked the entire Aize continent.

In the Dawn Empire, in the seemingly ordinary territory of Earl Rio, shocking news came out that the remains of the Oberon civilization had been unearthed!

This news instantly swept across the entire continent like a hurricane, and everyone was stunned by this sudden news.

Whether it was the common people on the streets, the nobles in the palace, or the leaders of the major forces, all of them turned their eyes to Count Leo's territory. A storm surrounding the remains of the Oberon civilization began.

Merlin sat in the spacious and bright study, casually flipping through the newly delivered "Azer Arcane News". The eye-catching headline on the front page was a report on the ruins of the Oberon civilization.

The communication crystal next to it kept flickering, and prompt sounds came one after another. They were messages from all sides, but Merlin just glanced at them and did not reply.

Almost without exception, these messages were inquiries regarding the remains of the Oberon civilization. There were curious inquiries from scholars from all over the world, cryptic inquiries from nobles, and even inquiries from business groups seeking collaborative development.

Merlin shook his head slightly, but a faint smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He couldn't help but sigh: "I didn't expect public opinion to spread so quickly. It's beyond imagination."

As he spoke, he put the newspaper aside, tapped his fingers lightly on the table, and fell into deep thought.

"This is also thanks to the Aize Federation's statement. They originally wanted to warn everyone to be on guard against the Oberon civilization's fraud, but they inadvertently helped us. Instead, the Oberon civilization's popularity has risen again, attracting everyone's attention."

Merlin stood up and walked to the window, looking at the busy scene in the territory outside the window, thinking about his next plan in his heart.

Today, the remains of the Oberon civilization have become the focus of attention of the entire Aize continent. He must seize this excellent opportunity and perform this "play" well, so that the Earldom of Leo can take advantage of this favorable situation and truly prosper.