Violet's mother had already passed away, so where did Jack come from? This doesn't make any sense.
No, even whether this baby girl is Violet in the future cannot be confirmed. There is no such thing as an eighteen-year-old girl in this world who could possess power comparable to a god. Could it be that someone is impersonating her?
“Mary, I have some good news for you. Violet is a real genius. She’s only six months old and she can already walk and talk. Just today, she called me ‘Papa’.”
“I bought a magic device to test her aptitude. Her magic affinity is 100%, she has affinity with all elements, and her physical constitution is excellent. She even instinctively mastered the breathing technique of battle qi on her own. I think she is an angel who has fallen to earth. Her future is limitless. But as her father, I can at least protect her for now. I have to hide her aptitude for the time being. There are just too many bad guys in this world.”
This talent is so extraordinary, it's like she's cheating. Wu Yu couldn't connect her with the Violet he knew at all. But if this was the real Violet, then everything seemed reasonable. Could it really be a cliché plot of a god reincarnated?
The rest was mostly nonsense, mostly Viscount Russell's praise of Violet Violet, which Wu Yu only skimmed through.
The monotonous and tedious daily log continued until Violet was three years old, at which point it finally came to an end.
"Damn it, I've finally been found. I hid it so well, but gold always shines. Today, an old man in a black robe came to the manor. I am a generous lord. I would have dinner with even a beggar. But he is my most precious angel. I know that my little angel is a peerless genius, while I am just an ordinary viscount. I do not have the ability to nurture her, but I do not want to part with her so soon."
"I finally compromised. I can assure you, I absolutely did not succumb to that old guy's Saint-level strength. Violet does need a good teacher. Considering that he is willing to stay in the manor, I will let him teach my little angel. However, if he dares to have the slightest malice, I will kill that old guy even if it means offering my soul to a demon."
Violet's teacher is a Saint-level powerhouse, someone Wu Yu has never heard of before. He knows that this so-called teacher will be the key to everything.
"Is something bothering my little angel? She's smiling less and less, and I even see a hint of sadness in her eyes sometimes. Oh my god, who dares to bully my darling? I'm going to break her legs."
Has anything changed? Wu Yu turned the pages faster and faster.
"No, don't take away my angel! Those cold eyes, there's definitely a devil hiding in them! Get out of my daughter's body! I will definitely protect my daughter."
“I lost. It turns out I fell into a trap two years ago. That old man was a demon in human skin. He imprisoned me in the house, and I could only watch helplessly as he inscribed strange magic circles in the manor. My daughter was also captured by him. God, save my daughter.”
Because he wrote with too much force, the paper had many holes, and this page was also stained with blood. Wu Yu could imagine how painful it must have been for Viscount Russell to write this page.
When you turn to the next page, everything changes.
"Jack advanced to the second tier today. My performance was too mediocre, which disappointed him a bit. I'm sorry, son. You are the heir of the family and must not be arrogant. In fact, you have always been my pride."
The diary entries continued to describe the Jack that Wu Yu knew, and the name Violet never appeared again.
Wu Yu could easily conclude that Viscount Russell's memories and thoughts had been altered.
What exactly did that old man do to Violet?
Wu Yu closed the diary and put it into his storage ring. With even more questions in his mind, Wu Yu left the room.
Why did Violet leave this diary with me? Wu Yu didn't think Violet was unaware of its existence, but the information revealed in the diary couldn't possibly reveal the whole story. Viscount Russell's vision was far too narrow.
"Wu Yu! Wu Yu!! I've discovered something wrong with this manor." Suddenly, Joyce rushed over.
"What is it?" Wu Yu was overjoyed, feeling that he had made a brilliant move.
“I tried to climb to the top of the roof to overlook the layout of the entire manor, and I found the positions of the trees to be too strange, as if someone had used the ley lines to set up a large magic circle,” Joyce replied immediately.
"You also know magic?" Wu Yu exclaimed in surprise.
“Hey, don’t underestimate me. I’ve lived for over a hundred years and I’ve dabbled in all sorts of things. Although I don’t recognize what this magic circle is, I at least know that it’s a magic circle,” Joyce said, feeling offended.
Could it be a magic circle carved by Violet's teacher? Wu Yu suddenly thought of the contents of the diary.
"Wait for me outside. I'm going to try to find this magic circle." Wu Yu led Joyce outside the manor.
Wu Yu told Joyce to stay where she was, while he went to town to buy several barrels of fuel.
Upon returning to the manor, Wu Yu evenly poured the fuel oil into the garden, then used a fireball as a starter, and the raging fire quickly engulfed the entire manor.
Although Wu Yu couldn't draw magic circles, he had studied magic. To draw a magic circle, he needed special magical beast blood, magic crystals, and various minerals. Those trees were just there to assist him.
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