Fang Yu quietly lowered his gaze, and couldn't help but look at the sleeves of his alchemist's coat. The cuffs there were frayed and had threads. There were two thin copper rings on top, inlaid with three dark copper rings.
gear.
The battle in Fenris was still fresh in his memory. The power of the spell seemed to have left burning marks there and seeped into the intertwined threads. Of course, he knew in his heart that this was what Sylvester had prepared for him.
I don’t know which coat it was, but it was no longer possible that it was the one that Fenris was wearing underground at that time.
But when he mentioned the Battle of Bain, he still subconsciously thought of that battle, which was the most difficult battle he had experienced in Aitaria.
The old man's voice brought him back to reality: "Yes, have you heard about the origin of that war?"
Fang Plover withdrew his eyes from his sleeves and replied seriously: "I've heard some, Mr. Alfan."
"I guess so," the old man raised his gray eyebrows. Every curved wrinkle seemed to contain inexhaustible wisdom, and his brown eyes were full of energetic spirit: "But you must not understand
More."
"Oh?" Fang Yu asked with some dissatisfaction: "What do you mean by knowing enough?"
"Look," the old man's eyes also curled up, "It's a good thing to be young and energetic. I also had such a period of time, but you should understand that knowledge is like all kinds of fragments, in the hands of different people. Even with farmers
Conversation can often be of great benefit.”
Fang Yu calmed down a little and asked in a humble tone: "So what kind of different story does Mr. Alfan plan to tell us?"
The old man narrowed his eyes slightly and gave him a very satisfied look. "It seems that you are different from other people." He said, but he stopped dwelling on this issue and talked about himself.
Come on.
"Since you already know something, I don't need to repeat the whole story. When an island rises from the abyss, it is filled with treasures from the Xinthas era. In addition to the most vulgar gold, silver and jewelry, agate and jade,
, the truly valuable ones are of course the countless cultural relics, hand scrolls, and ancient stone tablets, including the Yuanhai Scroll."
"You may not know, but that was the largest and most complete record of the Abyssal Scroll Stone Tablets in the past two centuries. Scholars from the Silver Tower even gave them a special name, called 'Nognis'
Stone tablets', guess who was the first to see those tablets, Corin-Ithurion, or the Oshur Empire?"
Fang Yu listened calmly, and his mind could not help but flow through the scenes that happened underground in Fenris. He replied very plainly: "I guess not, it is an independent adventure group."
The old man looked at him in surprise.
Then he laughed loudly, patted the armrest of the chair and said, "It seems you didn't lie. You really know a lot more than the average person. It was an independent adventure group, but not many people remember their names now.
- Is it called 'Dawn Star' or 'Dawn Star'? Hey, I'm getting old - but it should be generally correct. I have some confidence in my memory. By the way, they are also your holy choices.
By."
"But that's not important," the old man changed his topic, like an excellent storyteller, tightly grasping the center and suspense of the incident: "They were the first people to discover the island, and they were also the first people to land on it.
The people who went to that island did get the "Slates of Nognis" because there was an alchemist among them and he recognized the value of these tablets. He made rubbings of the tablets, and here they are, what you know today
The things I saw—"
But after he said this, he unexpectedly discovered that the center of everyone's attention did not seem to be on his 'story'. Except for the middle-aged craftsman, almost everyone turned back and looked at Fang Plover.
.
Fang Yu pressed his knees with his hands and looked at the old man intently, without showing any abnormality on his face. He tried his best to ask in a very normal tone: "Dawn Morning Star?"
The old man gave them a meaningful look, rubbed his chin with his hand, and replied slowly: "Maybe it's not quite right, it should be the 'Star of Dawn'."
"But I've also heard of that adventure group, but it doesn't seem to have that name."
"Then what's its name?" the old man asked.
Fang Yu thought for a moment and couldn't come up with an answer.
"You don't know," the old man looked at him with wise eyes: "Because this is an answer hidden in history, it is insignificant, so not many people know about it - many people remember it as the 'Body of God'
, and not anything else. This is normal, people are always forgetful."
But he smiled slightly: "But I can tell you this answer clearly. They were the first adventure group to land on the island that year, a team of Holy Chosen Ones who accidentally participated in this historical event.
Is it amazing?"
Fang Yu lowered his eyelids and replied slowly and with great restraint: "But Dawn Star - I seem to have heard this name somewhere."
The old man was noncommittal about this: "This is just a very common name. Whether it is 'Dawn Star' or 'Dawn Morning Star', it all means hope. This is a very popular name among mercenaries and adventure groups.
It’s not a surprise if you’ve seen the same name.”
"...Mr. Alfan, you mean that it was once disbanded."
The old man smiled very playfully and replied tactfully: "After experiencing something like that, of course it can't be unharmed. But we digress. This team is not the center of our attention. What do you think?"
Fang Plover nodded slowly.
Sylvide was looking back.
A hint of worry flashed through her water-blue eyes, and she quietly reached out her hand and held his wrist from behind.
But Fang Yu turned around and gave her a steady look - in fact, he had known that Quelord and Miss Scarpet had experienced the Battle of Byrne, and that Mr. Quelord had said those words to him that night,
It seemed to have some profound meaning - of course he was indeed a little surprised:
If that is really the Dawn Star——
But at the same time, a trace of doubt also flashed in Fang Yu's heart: it was like a shadow of the past, overlapping with the shadow of the present, and made him frown slightly - he seemed to have heard this story somewhere. But he
Then I thought about it and realized that I had indeed heard the story of 'Dawn Star'.
And not only have I heard about it, I have also participated in it myself.
He put aside this idea and continued to listen quietly.
The old man put down the tea cup in his hand and continued: "Where did you just talk? By the way, the slates, they made rubbings of those slates, but they had differences on how to deal with the slates. They wanted to monopolize the knowledge, but they brought
The best way to avoid taking away so many slates is to destroy the slates, so that the manuscripts in their hands will naturally become unique knowledge."
Fang Pliance frowned when he heard this. In his impression, Miss Scarpet and Mr. Querod were not such people. But when it came to matters involving the 'Dawn Star', he showed an extraordinary
Mature, I just asked lightly:
"Mr. Alfan, what happened next?"
"I don't know," the old man raised his gray eyebrows, spread his hands, and said, "Anyway, no one has seen those stone slabs again, but those Holy Chosen Ones didn't get much benefit. As far as I know, those who later
The rubbing texts changed hands several times, but did not remain in the hands of their original owners. And the small adventurous group was eventually lost to the public. Not many people still remember the names of those people, even the alchemist who copied the slate.
The same goes for warlocks."
Fang Yu did not answer immediately, because this was very logical: how could a small adventure group want to monopolize such important knowledge, whether it was the Dragon Worship Cult hiding in the dark, or the large and small guilds of chosen ones?
Let them go easily. What's more, shortly after that, 'Prohibition No. 7' was promulgated.
By the way, ‘Prohibition No. 7’.
At this moment, a tiny flash of light suddenly flashed through his mind——
He raised his head and suddenly realized who the scholars, alchemists and Dragon Worship Cult the old man mentioned were the third party that was related to the 'Abyssal Scroll'.
The old man looked at his expression and smiled slightly: "It seems you have guessed it."
Fang Yu couldn't help but reveal a complicated look in his eyes.
"I said," Rhett also spoke at this time: "Little guy, what kind of riddles are you playing?"
The lion paladin rubbed the bunched beard on his chin with his huge paws, twisted a copper ring, and looked at the two people with squinted eyes.
Fang Yu turned back and looked at Rhett and Attila. Adventures and things in the market were almost nothing that could stump this paladin from Lotao, but history - especially the history of the Chosen One, was not.
.He replied in an almost imperceptible voice:
"alliance."
As for which alliance it is, there is no need to say more.
The big cat man's silver-gray eyes immediately revealed an interesting look.
Sylvide was also thoughtful, but did not speak. Only Aitila always maintained a calm expression.
At this time, Fang Yu stood up from his position and saluted the old man: "Mr. Alfan, thank you very much for telling us this. I think we have enough information."
The old man looked at him with clear and insightful eyes and asked: "Are you leaving? It seems that you have something to look forward to?"
Fang Yu nodded slowly.
There was a smile in the old man's eyes, and he joked: "Actually, I still have some information about those slave traders. My experience of escaping from them was not simple at all."
Fang Yu also smiled when he heard this. He smoothed the collar of his coat with his hands and replied politely: "Let's wait until next time, Mr. Alfan. Those are just insignificant people."
"It seems you really understand. Well, then I will tell you this wonderful story next time - well, after you rescue the others," the old man paused and asked again: "What are your plans?
How to start?"
Fang Yu thought for a while: "I plan to go to the place where they settled first."
"Good choice." The old man replied.
Fang Yu then looked at the middle-aged craftsman and signaled that they could leave.
The middle-aged man actually didn't understand the conversation between the two at all from the beginning, but he had never seen anyone who could talk to the old man so congenially. Although the other party has never revealed his identity so far,
At least in the field of knowledge, the other party's knowledge can be said to be profound.
Her Royal Highness the Princess once compared her palace teacher and found that he was far inferior to him. Due to such considerations, his views on Fang Plover became a little unpredictable.
Seeing Fang Plover looking at him, the middle-aged man did not dare to neglect, nodded and prepared to leave.
But at this moment, the old man stopped them.
Fang Plover couldn't help but look back.
The old man's gray brows were gathered together, and he was looking at him with light brown eyes, somewhat seriously, and asked something that no one present except him understood: "What are you studying?"
?”
Fang Yu wanted to deny it immediately.
But he thought about it for a moment, and finally met the other person's gaze and did not choose to lie. He only nodded slowly.
"Did you see anything?"
Fang Yu chose to tell the truth: "I don't understand."
Indeed, he had never understood it.
The old man raised his eyebrows and replied to himself: "This is of course..."
…
After leaving the underground and bidding farewell to the middle-aged craftsman, Fang Plover rushed non-stop to the slave merchant's place of residence in Tansnir not long ago.
This time, Abed sent them to that place, still riding the two 'Bergo' beasts of burden from last time - and although Tianlan, Ai Xiaoxiao and others did not enter the manor, they were all waiting for the beasts at the moment.
He looked at the broad back of the beast and looked at it. Even Pasha was there. When he saw Fang Plover walking out of the manor and coming to the beast of burden, he quickly threw down a roll of ladders.
"Thanks, Pasha."
"You're welcome, Mr. Ed." Pasha replied softly.
After these days of training, the little boy looks much healthier than before. He is no longer skinny, and his eyes have regained his sparkle. Everyone in the Seven Seas Brigade treats him well, and Pasha is very satisfied with his performance.
situation.
Fang Plover took the ladder and shook his head. He insisted on letting Pasha participate in this task. His original intention was to let the other party see that there are no slaves in Kaolin-Ishulian today - only some lawless people, but those
People will eventually be punished.
He tried many methods, but could not change Pasha's inherent thoughts - not to mention that the noble daughter often engaged in "feudal restoration", which made people laugh or cry. However, Pasha respected her and obeyed her. He had no choice but to
Try to be subtle and let Pasha watch the world change little by little.
Let him understand that the past is the past.
Etalia has profoundly affected the earth, but the earth has also profoundly changed Etalia——
But just as he was about to climb onto the back of 'Bergo', the big cat man asked from behind: "Ed."
Fang Yu stopped moving his hands and turned around.
The lion paladin inserted his shield and scepter behind his back, walked to him, and said, "If you have any ideas, you can tell others. The Seven Seas Brigade is a collective..." He turned his head and said:
"Of course, we believe you will make the right judgment, but you understand that the captain should make his crew feel at ease..."
Fang Yu understood the implication of the other party's words. He shook his head and replied: "Actually, it's nothing, Mr. Reid - I just made some unexpected discoveries on those things, but it should have nothing to do with this matter, so I didn't
explain……"
Indeed, he actually didn't understand the Yuanhai Scrolls at all, but accidentally discovered that they could increase computing power. This was naturally great news for him, but it had no meaning to the event itself.
The big cat man nodded, patted his shoulder with his paw, and climbed up first.
Then came Etila. The elf lady came up and looked at him carefully, but hesitated to speak.
Fang Yu looked at her in surprise and asked, "Miss Aitila, what's wrong?"
"It's nothing," Miss Elf shook her head: "You have learned to be on your own, Ed."
Fang Yu looked at her expression and heard a hint of hidden meaning: "Miss Aitila?"
"Growth is a good thing," Etila sighed: "I just remembered..."
Fang Plover couldn't help but shut his mouth and stopped talking.
But he couldn't help but wonder in his heart, what kind of person was Miss Attila's brother during his lifetime? He was a tree elf, was he really that similar to himself?
'Bergo' moved forward into the busy city. Tian Lan and Luo Yu were asking the big cat man what happened before. The ship officer lady sat with his back against him. After a while, the other party suddenly asked
: "Captain, what about the Dawn Star?"
"It's nothing, don't worry."
Fang Plover replied.
He was just a little unsure, had Miss Scarpet and Mr. Quelord really experienced something like that? Everything the old man described seemed to be slightly different from the 'Dawn Star' he knew. But that was
Has it changed in the past ten years, or is it just a coincidental name?
What Mr. Querod said to him that day in the elven ruins seemed to have a deeper meaning. What did he and Miss Scarpet really go through in the 'Battle of Byrne'? That was a
The great battle seemed to be enough to leave such a deep memory in the Chosen One.
He also had another vague thought in his mind, always feeling that he had heard the same story there.
Sylvide turned around and looked at his side face in a confused and quiet manner with her shallow sea-like eyes.
Fang Yu gently held the hand of his ship officer—
Not long after, 'Bergo' arrived at its destination.
Tang Xin, Ai Xiaoxiao, Xiangxiang, Parker, Luo Hao and a group of guards were waiting for them there.
After Fang Plover got off the beast of burden, he pulled his cousin aside and asked her somewhat seriously:
"Tangtang."
"Brother, what's wrong?" Tang Xin looked at him strangely. She had never seen him look so serious.
"Do you remember the name Dawnstar?"
Tang Xin couldn't help but rolled her eyes and reached out to touch her cousin's forehead.