Fang Yu frowned, and quickly browsed the entire list again to confirm this, and found that not everyone in this list had detailed information after their name: some had no background, some lacked introduction, and most of them had no background.
There is no marked entry time.
He silently put down the file, tapped his fingers on the table, and turned around and asked: "Miss Sylvide, do you have any ideas?"
Of course, this question is also asking the fairy lady on his shoulder.
After hearing this, Miss Goblin said: "Mr. Knight, among those whose backgrounds are marked above, seventy-four are the heirs of nobles, twelve are descended from various royal families, and thirty-three have backgrounds from the Kaolin Merchant Alliance. Either their parents are officials, or
They are the children of the president of the Chamber of Commerce; another sixty-seven are exchange students from the El Pashin Artisans Association, three are from El Pashin Theological Seminary, and the remaining eleven have special relationships with the senior leaders of Howlett College.
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"And among them, those who are introduced are all dwarves and Equin elves. The largest group of twenty-seven people are from the Steel Eyebrow clan, the remaining fourteen people are from the Greybeard clan, and there are seven elves.
"
"There are a total of 235 people in these two groups, accounting for about one-sixth of the total number of people. This is the situation I counted before. Mr. Knight, I hope it will be helpful to you."
"There are two details that need to be reminded, Mr. Knight. Exchange students from the Elpaxin Craftsmen's Federation only began to appear in large numbers in the second half of the list. This should be a sign that the Hollett School was accepted by the Craftsmen's Federation after it became famous. Then
It happened almost sixty years ago, Mr. Knight can pay close attention to this time."
"In addition, the identities of these people also overlap. Ten of the dwarves are also exchange students of the Elpaxin Craftsmen Association, and there are three of the elves, so the total number is 235 instead of 200.
Forty-eight people. The name of one of the last three elves may be of interest to Mr. Knight. His name is Curufin Novili. If I remember correctly, you should know this name."
Fang Yu opened his mouth exaggeratedly when he heard it. He just flipped through it twice. How terrible is his memory to remember these details? He subconsciously checked it and found that Miss Goblin was absolutely right. He couldn't bear it.
Zhu asked in disbelief: "Miss Tata, have you remembered everything?"
"As for the written information, I will never let go of it, Mr. Knight." Miss Goblin replied very calmly.
When Sylvester saw Fang Plover's frowning and surprised expression, she understood that he was communicating with her dragon soul. She waited for a while before asking: "Did Miss Tata say anything?"
Fang Yu had not yet recovered from the shock, and subconsciously shook his head.
The noble girl thought for a while and then replied: "Everyone with a background marked above has an extraordinary background. And those with introductions often have special status. This list intentionally singles out these people, indicating that they either attach great importance to these people, or
"
Fang Yu finally came back to his senses from the conversation with Miss Goblin and asked hurriedly: "What?"
"Either to avoid these people."
"Avoid?"
"All the lists with backgrounds and introductions above don't seem to indicate the time of admission to school. I don't think there is such a coincidence, right?"
When Fang Yu heard this, he quickly took out the roster and checked it, and found that it was indeed the case, and not only that, the further back in the roster, the more lists were marked with time. The most frequent ones were the last twenty, and almost all of them were marked with the time of admission to the school.
What's even more outrageous is that among the more than 20 lists, all the lists with special backgrounds and identities were accurately avoided. Among them was the elf hero Curufin Novili in the Battle of Bain.
How can there be such a coincidence in this world? The human traces are too heavy.
However, Fang Piao did not expect that the master alchemist, Curufin Novelli, had studied at Holliday College as an exchange student of the Elpaxin Craftsmen Association. If Miss Goblin hadn't had a photographic memory, who would have
Notice this detail.
Fang Yu couldn't help but glance at Sylvester, at least the latter didn't seem to notice this at all.
"What's wrong?" Noticing his gaze, Sylvester smiled softly and asked, "Does it look good, Captain?"
Fang Yu quickly turned around in embarrassment.
Sylvide sighed: "Captain, I think we may have made a mistake."
"...Wha, what?"
"This list is not without exceptions."
Fang Yu was stunned for a moment before he remembered that this was indeed the case. This list basically conformed to the rules they judged, but there were only twelve exceptions.
That is Shizu and the other eleven lists marked with fanaticism. These lists not only have detailed origins, backgrounds, and introductions, but also the time they entered the school.
However, the identities of these people are not all from distinguished backgrounds. On the contrary, not only are there no dwarves or elves, most of them are commoners. For example, Shisi was just the daughter of a pottery workshop owner, and her family environment was not very good.
When Fang Yu thought of this, he vaguely felt that he had caught something.
Sylvide looked at him and continued to remind: "These twelve people may be the victims of the Dragon Cult to resurrect Nicol Bolas. The captain must have thought of this section.
, this is what they have in common, so does this have anything in common with other lists marked with time?"
Fang Yu was stunned for a moment, and his eyes widened involuntarily: "You mean, this time is not actually the time to enter the school, but we thought wrong... this is actually the date of... the sacrificial ceremony...?"
He suddenly stopped.
A creepy feeling arose in my heart.
There was even a deeper hidden emotion that was so disgusting that it made him clenched his fists involuntarily.
Sylvide glanced at him and shook her head slightly: "You don't have to pay too much attention, Captain, this world has always been like this. It is very close to you, but also very far away. After all, you are just passers-by in this world.
You’ll never understand something.”
"Sylvid?"
The aristocratic girl rarely showed her true feelings. She just sighed and forced a smile, which made Fang Yu couldn't help but recall the first time he saw her.
Beside the bonfire, the bard and the girl who was a master and a servant could not shake off the worry on the girl's face.
With that look on her face, she said quietly: "Who will seek justice for these people? The Kaolin royal family? They are pursuing the murderer just to maintain their rule. Do you think those people really care about what happened here? So they would rather cover it up.
the truth"
"Or the Elpaxin Craftsmen's Association? But the alchemists are only obsessed with their inventions and creations, and this new era they have created. They are arrogant and arrogant. The captain himself is an alchemist and naturally understands this truth."
"Or dragon slayers? But dragon slayers no longer act for justice. They only act for the fate and tradition of their own clan. What they pursue is honor, not justice. As for this."
Sylvide picked up the heavy list.
"No matter what they were like in life, what they experienced, who would care about everything that is hidden behind history. Dolifen's fantasy has existed here for thirty years. Only adventurers will set foot here, and there are some who are not familiar with it.
It's a 'transcendence ceremony' that's so important, but for the captain, it's just a 'task' and a 'scene'."
She threw the lists on the ground, like pieces of paper butterflies flying.
Fang Yu didn't know why the noble girl suddenly lost her temper, but he couldn't help but think of Shizu, who had just separated from him.
That somewhat fragile girl, those flesh and blood sacrifices outside had a chilling and evil appearance. Is that what she experienced in the last stage of her life?
He even recalled the trembling look of Tian Lan at that time, and what he told them with a pale face:
"Brother Ed, do you understand... She wants to live so much... But I can't do it, I can't save her; I can clearly feel it, but I can only watch..."
I can only watch those people doing evil things
those people.
Fang Yu suddenly remembered, weren't they the same people who made this city miserable thirty years ago? And what was buried under these ruins were just the memories of a helpless girl?
This illusion of three things called Doriphon
It is intertwined with the blood and tears, despair and pleading of countless people.
The ghosts who lost their lives in the disaster thirty years ago are wandering in this dark illusion, repeatedly experiencing the darkest and hopeless memory in their lives, day after day, unable to escape.
And are the whispers lingering in those dark and moving corners just to tell people what happened thirty years ago?
So what's the point?
What does the powerful Dragon's Golden Eyes have to do with them to cause them to suffer this disaster? And what did they do wrong to have to endure such suffering?
Fang Yu sighed. Sylvide was right. They did make a mistake. But the mistake was not just a minor flaw in the list, but the true meaning of this illusion.
That's behind the resentment, where the rage for revenge lies.
That is the source of the obsession with illusions
"Aren't they afraid?"
The aristocratic girl was slightly startled and turned back to look at Fang Plover.
"The people who created all of this thirty years ago came back here thirty years later," Fang Plover said slowly in the darkness: "Don't they realize anything at all?"
Sylvide looked at him curiously with a strange expression: "Huh?"
Fang Plover raised his head and looked at the moonlight outside the window. Under the silver moon, there was more darkness hidden.
The whispers gathered in the darkness lingered, and it seemed as if countless eyes were watching all this, and the time in the entire illusion seemed to have stopped at this moment forever.
But invisible changes are always hidden in places that people can’t see.
Fang Yuan turned around and replied: "Miss Sylvide, we did make a mistake."
Sylvide did not speak, he chose to continue: "The awakening of the dead souls may not be just the power of the Dragon's Golden Eyes."
"Revenge?" the noble girl asked softly.
But she shook her head: "Unfortunately, after all the memories and emotions of her lifetime have passed away, all that is left in this illusion is nothing but obsession."
"But this weak, pitiful obsession can't change anything, and it can even be used by the Dragon's Golden Eyes."
"Because this world is so real."
"Yes."
"They can't."
Fang Plover replied calmly.
"But we can"
Sylvester was slightly startled and looked at him with a puzzled expression.
After Fang Yu thought for a moment, he replied in the most concise language: "Didn't Miss Sylvide say that no one will seek justice for these nameless ghosts? You are wrong, there are still people."
"Captain, you?"
The noble girl couldn't help but chuckle, but she still looked at Fang Plover with some appreciation, as if she saw the shadow of her past, simple and innocent.
She couldn't help but said in a teasing tone: "Dear captain, you are only at level five, aren't you?"
She originally wanted to say something more, but suddenly the wind started blowing in the room, and a whirlwind seemed to appear out of thin air. The pieces of paper she had thrown on the ground flew into the air, turned into fragments and dust, and disappeared.
More than just dust and pieces of paper on the ground.
The entire office was enveloped in this whirlwind, and even Siesta, who was looking for something in the pile of old papers, unexpectedly turned around.
Only Fang Plover seemed to be unaffected by the whirlwind and could stand calmly in the center of the strong wind.
Not moving at all.
He looked at Sylvide and said, "Do you remember what I said before, Miss Sylvide?"
"Because this is the last scene"
"Hostings Cathedral."
"It was once obscured by fog for thirty years, but a voice in the dark led us to this place. That's every name on this list, those innocent victims, that's their power."
"Although it is insignificant, it is not impossible to change."
"Maybe they should thank Hu Di"
"Because someone always needs to step up."
Fang Yu took a step forward and walked out of the fierce wind. He seemed a little calm, although he didn't know what the overflowing emotion in his chest was called.
But now he understands.
It's called anger.
With such calm anger, he slowly took out something from his arms and placed it on the dean's desk under Sylvester's gaze.
That's a brooch
The pitch-black badge is outlined with dark silver edges, as if it has been polished over many years and has gone through the hands of many people.
The black background is soaked with blood. After it dries, what is left is a testimony of history.
It reflects the moonlight and is slightly dark.
Then the wind stopped.
There was a sudden stop, and the pieces of paper fell down, as if there was an invisible hand grabbing them and letting them return to their original positions page by page.
The strong wind swept away every trace of dust in this old, decayed office, making it seem as new as ever, just like it had been decades ago.
It was an era when its owner was still arrogant.
The curtains were all open, and the moonlight outside the window was so bright that it looked like satin, like tassels, or like a bright stream.
The gurgling stream flows in this silent house.
The silver moon was empty, but it was only half full.
Sylvester stared at the moonlight for a moment, then hurried over to look at the latest document on her desk. She was only half-written and the ink was still wet.
She skipped the text and looked directly at the date.
Dolifen's fantasy has never changed in the past thirty years.
It was clearly fixed four days before the celebration.
The noble girl turned back and looked at Fang Plover silently.
But Fang Yu only looked at the many portraits hanging on the side wall of the office. The face of one of the girls looked slightly nervous.
It clearly made him feel somewhat familiar.
The brooch on the table seemed to be shining brightly.
Well, he thought, let himself see now what happened thirty years ago
Suddenly there was a slight noise outside the door.
A man's voice that seemed familiar to him spoke outside:
"Misu, please step aside and I'll open the door. Let me see what these guys are doing here!"
Fang Plover turned around.
I happened to see the fleeting look of surprise on Sylvester's face: "That voice is...?"
At this time, the door was opened with a bang.
There were three people standing outside the door.
He was an older knight, but he was not as weather-beaten as he was later. He had an upright and serious face, and there was no trace of confusion in his firm eyes.
As for the other person, Fang Yu had never seen him before, but he had heard his name. He couldn't help but think of Tian Lan's description of this person. He was cunning, cunning, and simply not humanoid.
But here, he is just a young man who is still young, with curly black hair, somewhat handsome, and a face as red as an apple. He stands at the back of the three people.
Fang Plover knew his name.
Rune Lincius, the president of the Black Goat Chamber of Commerce.
As for the last girl, the latter was looking in the direction of Fang Plover.