"The New Calendar is a calendar calculated from the day when the Magic Empire completely fell. It marks the farewell of this continent to a cruel rule and the beginning of a new era. However, if we talk about the things that have ever appeared on this continent,
The splendid civilization and the ancient magic empire are just one of its eras."
On the second floor of the slightly dim library, an old man with his back facing the sky shook the seat under him. He slowly spoke like a kind old man spending his old age peacefully: "In the history we can collect so far, ancient times
There was also a civilization in the period before the Magic Empire period, and it was not just a single civilization, but a huge civilization composed of many races and ethnic groups combined with each other."
"Many of the relics you can find now are left over from that era, not the products of the so-called Magic Empire." The old man here suddenly laughed: "If you can read more books, these difficulties...
That won’t be the reason why you always come to me for help because you can’t figure out the use.”
Who came to find you! Who has the ability to dig out so many ancient ruins?
"Relics are just part of history."
Seemingly seeing through what Duan Qing was thinking, the old man smiled inexplicably, and then pointed at the giant knife behind Duan Qing: "Many items are proof of their existence, such as the meat cleaver behind you...
Oh, it's your weapon now, right?"
"...Do you know this thing?"
"According to legend, the Gernt tribe is a race that is much larger in size and strength than other humans. Any props used by their tribe...are unimaginably large." The old man shook his head and explained: "This one of yours
Weapons should be tools used by their clan other than in combat, so only adventurers like you can control them. If it were the weapons they use... haha."
"The person who gave you this weapon really takes good care of you." He stroked his beard and finally said with a smile.
Take care of me...
Thinking of a certain wheat-colored girl who took away all her savings with a shy smile, Duan Qing gritted his teeth bitterly, then removed the long knife from his back and threw it to the side of the bookshelf: "Then...these
What does the so-called prehistoric civilization have to do with prophecy?”
"Every race and civilization at that time had its own specialties." The old man did not answer his question directly, but continued to introduce: "The Fusta people are very good at communicating with nature, and the Manila people are very good at communicating with nature.
To communicate with the elements, the dwarves are natural masters of forging, while the Kowa are experts in survival... In that prehistoric era, each race had talents and specialties that they relied on for survival. Even now that they have disappeared, these
Talents and their impact still exist in this world, even if those impacts...have become relics."
Pointing to Duan Qing's weapon again, the old man's eyes became lonely: "But they still exist."
"You don't want to tell me... there is an ancient race that has prophecy as its gift, right?" Duan Qing said with his eyes hanging: "The prophecy race?"
"Oh, that doesn't exist." The old man shook his head slowly, and then sighed: "I'm just introducing this situation to you, and I want to clarify one thing by the way."
"Even if they are an ancient race, they have their traces on the Free Continent." The old man said solemnly: "There is only one exception."
"who?"
"Tadaya." The old man stared at Duan Qing's face: "They appeared out of thin air in the first four years of the new calendar year. All records are like this, and any history before that... we don't know a hair.
unable to find."
"Hmm...so what?" Suppressing some disharmonious feeling in his heart, Duan Qing subconsciously retorted: "A new race...there seems to be nothing wrong with it?"
"Because you don't understand that era." The old man replied in a low voice: "It was an era when the Magic Empire was about to perish, and it was the most chaotic period on the Free Continent. People at that time had only the fate of death, and there was no possibility of rebirth.
The fate of Tadaya... is contrary to the fate of that era. Even the best historians cannot explain such a phenomenon."
"So... is this the reason why you think they don't belong to this world?" Remembering the other party's inference last time, Duan Qing raised his chin: "Did they really appear out of thin air?"
"There is still a lot of evidence, this is just one of the silhouettes." The old man made an introduction gesture: "Regardless of origin, technology, combat power, or knowledge... this race has given us too many surprises, even to the point of
It’s so frightening that if only more than two hundred years had not passed from their appearance to their disappearance, no one can know what the current layout of the Free Continent would be like.”
"About this question, maybe you should ask the Destiny Weaver." Duan Qing muttered in a low voice, then raised his head: "Or...are they already freed from the shackles of fate, so they cannot be predicted?"
"The Destiny Weavers have never done anything about those two hundred years." The old man shook his head and replied: "In fact, they never reveal their secrets to outsiders unless they have to, or... fate dictates."
"Ha, I'm afraid those people have nothing to do with Tadaya, right?" Duan Qing clapped his hands: "For example... they are actually a group of people, what about this conjecture?"
"The Destiny Weavers appeared much earlier than the Tadayas in the records." The old man immediately pushed Duan Qing's guess to the ground: "The things they can do... are much less than those Tadayas."
many."
"The so-called prophecies...are what they left behind." In Duan Qing's confused look, the old man said lightly: "It's in their own records."
"What?"
"Those prophecies... are actually a long poem." The old man lowered his eyelids and seemed to be in a state of memory again: "The previous content combines the glorious history and splendid civilization that once appeared on the Free Continent.
Perfectly contained within it, and then...they left these words."
"New holes have opened, and the chimes of fate have appeared again."
"The four stars are about to go out, and the four emperors are about to light up."
"The end of the pendulum points to the east, and the black wall represents death."
"The lights are lit and the wings are fluttering, bringing the blue light back to the sky."
"Fire leads darkness, and death means rebirth."
"The roar of the common people has stopped the flow of hope."
"The threads of magic are everywhere, and the presence of power is slowly dying."
"The wheels of fate will not stop, and the bell of victory will eventually ring."
"This is……"
"These are the last few words."
After the slow and rhythmic recitation stopped for a long time, Duan Qing's question and the old man's answer sounded one after another: "Of course, this is the version translated from Tadaya, and I have tried my best to maintain its original meaning...
…”
"No, no, no, I can understand what I just said. What I mean is... what do these contents mean?"
"I also want to know."
As these words appeared, the old man's sighing expression also moved to the side as he stood up: "If the conjecture I mentioned before is correct and Tadaya is indeed an outsider who appeared out of thin air, then
...This prophecy will be the most miraculous thing I have ever seen in my life."
"Do you think... they can really predict the future?"
"At least there are no errors in the previous string of historical chants." The old man whispered: "As for the last paragraph... Although no one can fully understand it, it does have some things right."
"where?"
"The pendulum pointing to the east is the establishment of the Free City, and the black city wall... probably refers to the battle of the garrison forty-three years ago." The old man's voice became deeper and deeper, as if he was mentioning something.
Things that should not be mentioned: "It was a tragic war. Even the empire that started the war had to admit its crimes in the end."
"...Isn't this fortress still in operation now?" Duan Qing lowered his voice involuntarily: "In the northeast of the principality, on the edge of the Andachel Mountains, it doesn't look like anything like this has ever happened..."
"The principality had no reason to abandon that place." The old man explained: "And... compared to the pride of the people of the empire, the people of the principality are obviously much tougher. There is no fact that they cannot accept, even if it is..."
He raised his skinny arm and pointed to the sky outside the library: "If Tania City is destroyed in the next moment, they will still survive."
"The people who can't be abandoned...except for the rulers of the principality, the rest are probably the nobles with illusions." Duan Qing muttered in a low voice: "In order to protect themselves, they can do anything...
…”
"They have different dignity and pride." The old man shook his head again: "You can't ignore this."
"...Do you know something?" Duan Qing stared at the old man's back, and after thinking for a long time, he asked this question: "Even last time, you didn't let me get close to the aristocratic group... Is there anything else here?
Is there a bigger reason? Could it be that the Speaker was assassinated twice..."
"I'm not like that." The old man looked back at Duan Qing's face, and then showed a relieved smile: "Whether it's a prophecy or a warning, these are some suggestions I put forward to you. You can believe it or not.
Believe...but no matter how you decide, it is your own choice."
"Carefully observe every scene you see, and then follow your heart... That's it." The old man lowered his head: "Others... are not important."
"……All right."
Duan Qing nodded slowly: "I understand."
"Someone is waiting for you downstairs." The old man nodded with satisfaction, then turned and walked towards the darkness in the middle of the bookshelf: "I hope... your time is not wasted here."
"...who?"
Watching the other party's back disappear, Duan Qing stood up in confusion: "Why don't I remember that someone made an appointment to meet me... Huh?"
He walked down the stairs, then looked at a fat figure blocking the door, and frowned: "You are..."
"Hey, Moshang Qingshan." The fat man wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then put on a warm smile: "The labor and management have been waiting for you here for a long time."
"Uh...why don't you go in and find me?"
"I don't want to go in." The fat man named Lux Yang immediately shook his rattle, and then pulled Duan Qing out of the door: "We can't afford to offend that guy..."
"ah?"
"It's nothing... I, it was you who saved the Speaker the night before yesterday, right?"
After taking a few steps to an alley near the library, the fat man made sure there was no one around before lowering his voice and asking: "Do you know the attacker?"
"We know each other, but why should I tell you?" Duan Qing squinted his eyes and replied, "Tell you, what will you do if you treat me as an accomplice?"
"How can we be so treacherous?" The fat man immediately said righteously: "Look, I have come to find you personally. Doesn't this prove my sincerity?"
"I'm afraid it's because most of your men are dead, right?" Duan Qing crossed his arms and responded: "And... who was the first to have a straight face, acting like the boss doesn't believe us?"
"Uh...hey hey hey hey, it's all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding." The fat man immediately rubbed his hands and laughed dryly: "We didn't know each other at that time, and we hadn't established a long bridge of friendship yet... It's fine now! We
We are already in the same boat, we are all brothers, brothers!"
"You have to get out of the way, get out of the way." Duan Qing pushed away the opponent's fat hand that was patting his shoulder: "Then Nan Tieshan must have known you for a long time, right? I haven't seen you calling him brother.
Why did I change so quickly now?"
"You are different from him." The fat man said with a smile: "You are a popular person in front of Pamir, a star favored by the Council of Mages, although you don't look like a mage..."
"I haven't contacted the people in the Council of Mages for a long time." Duan Qing said expressionlessly: "As for the celebrity in front of Pamir...is this useful to you?"
"..."
"Although I showed up later, I saw all the fighting that night." Duan Qing said solemnly: "It's fine if you don't show up. The Speaker who I carried over was there from the beginning to the end.
I was panicking...why was that?"
The fat man still said nothing, but looked at him quietly.
"There are only a few answers. One is that the speaker is a martial arts master... I don't know if you can understand this term. In short, he is very strong, so he is fearless." Seeing the other party's silent performance, Duan Qingyao
He pointed his fingers and began to answer: "But he has been beaten once before, and the result was really terrible, so...another answer is ready to come out."
"He knew that he would be fine." Duan Qing whispered: "He knew that the attack was meaningless, or that he had some backup means to make him feel confident. I had already checked the building where he was at that time, and there was nothing.
A strong person who attracts attention, that is..."
"Are you waiting for me?" He asked with a smile, and then shook his head: "Honestly, no matter what the answer is, to me..."
"It doesn't seem to be a good thing."
"...Wonderful judgment. But..." The fat man raised his eyelids, and finally raised his head: "To think of so many people...are you too suspicious?"
"Farewell, this is not an adventurer's intuition." Duan Qing replied: "I just..."
"I just don't want to believe you anymore."
This chapter has been completed!