Chapter 592 The World in Painting The World Famous Painting of Ishruna
What came into view was a mottled and dilapidated house, with a faint musty smell. The dim yellow light only illuminated a corner of it. An old man, also dressed in rags, sat cross-legged on the ground, his rickety back seemed like...
Just like a sculpture.
"Thank you for your help."
Olga Marie bowed slightly, then looked at the old man calmly.
Although the old man looked unattractive, as an excellent magician, she felt extremely powerful magic power from the old man.
Such powerful magic power has already approached that of his senior brother Kirshtalia, and he is completely top-notch among magicians.
"Are you... rare?"
Although it was a question, the old man's tone of voice was so conclusive.
He slowly raised his head, looked in the direction of Gray and Olga Marie, looked them up and down, and finally focused on Gale.
But the next second he withdrew his gaze, lowered his eyes, and seemed to sigh softly.
"It's a new rare person. I haven't seen you for a long time. I didn't expect that a rare person would visit Ishruna. This world is on the verge of destruction."
The old man's words contained a bit of emotion and vicissitudes of life.
"Aha~~ You are also a rare person, right? I didn't expect that there are pure-blooded rare people living in Ishruna today (????ω??`)."
Gale looked at the old man and said with surprise.
"Yes, I should be the last pure-blooded rare person in Ishruna."
Unexpectedly, the old man did not hide anything, but frankly revealed his identity.
Seeing the confused expressions of Gray and Olga Marie, Gale explained,
"For Ishruna, rare people are travelers from other places. However, rare people are also different from each other. They belong to different populations. The rare people who first came to Ishruna had silver eyes.
, that is also one of the signs of rare people.”
"Silver eyes..."
After hearing Gale's words, Gray subconsciously looked at the old man's eyes. Although the eyes had become cloudy, he could vaguely see the bright silver light emitting from the pupils.
But the silver brilliance has now become dim, almost completely covered by the turbidity. If Gale hadn't reminded him, no one would have noticed this.
"But according to my records, the last pure-blooded rare people should have all died in the war against the church's siege three hundred years ago."
Gale flipped through the pages of the book, looking for the records at that time.
For him, who is the book of eternity and time, what is happening in this world, what has happened in the past, and even what will happen in the future are all recorded in it. What he records is the so-called real history.
"This matter is very simple. Because in order to survive, I took refuge in the church and became a knight of the church."
The old man said calmly, and there was even a smile on his face, but the smile appeared on his face full of vicissitudes of life, like a ferocious ghost.
"Knights of the Church—?!"
After hearing this word, Gray and Olga Marie subconsciously became vigilant. They wanted to spread the fire to save the world, and during the process of spreading the fire, Gale said that their biggest obstacle was the church.
If it wasn't really an accident, they almost thought it was a trap set by the church, waiting for them to fall into the trap.
"Today's young people are really impatient. I haven't finished speaking yet."
The old man paused, sighed softly, and then continued.
"Although I am a knight of the church, that was only a few hundred years ago. Now I am just a dying old man. The church does not pay attention to my heart, so I can live in seclusion here safely."
"But I actually met you here. Is it fate or fate? To a certain extent, the two should be almost the same."
"Wait a minute, are you Monet, the former Grand Knight Commander of the church?"
Gale stopped and stayed on one of the pages.
"Huh? Does anyone still remember the old man's name, Monet... It's really a name worth remembering, but I have already abandoned it for a long time."
The old man said with emotion, focusing on Gray and Olga Marie.
"There has been a prophecy circulating in Ishruna. When outsiders come to Ishruna again, the extinguished flame will be ignited again. As expected, you have already shouldered the important task of spreading the fire."
"Then as someone who has been here before, let me give you some little advice."
The old man stopped, then looked into their eyes and said solemnly.
"Hesitation will lead to defeat. In the end, you just need to go on unswervingly. Remember, never stop, don't doubt, as long as you keep going firmly, the road under your feet will be smooth.
extend."
Although Gray and Olga Marie were a little confused, they still nodded in confusion.
"Then just remember it."
The old man grinned, revealing few teeth.
"I will not report your whereabouts to the church, so you can stay here as long as you want. Although spreading the fire is urgent, you won't be able to make it to the end if you don't take a good rest."
"By the way, you must be hungry too. I just made dinner, so let's eat some together."
"Then I'll bother you."
Olga Marie nodded slightly and replied politely.
Just a few minutes later, she already began to regret why she agreed so neatly.
"This, this...is this dinner——?!"
She held the rough wooden bowl and stared at the "chowder soup" in the bowl. The hunger in her belly had disappeared, replaced by a strong feeling of nausea.
The thick soup was the same turbid white color and exuded an indescribable strange smell. There were more than a dozen white worms about the thickness of a little finger floating in it. In addition to the worms, there were also unknown shriveled wild vegetables.
She glanced at the old man and watched him drink up the thick soup in the wooden bowl. The white bugs were chewed into pieces in his mouth, making a dull "pop" sound and exploding white slurry at the same time.
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Olga Marie's body couldn't help but tremble, and then she secretly looked at Gray beside her, and found that she was also holding a bowl, with a look of hesitation on her face.
Then, as if she had a telepathic connection, she raised her head and looked in the direction of Olga Marie, and their eyes met in mid-air.
[I will never eat these things. Even if I starve to death and fight those winter wolves again, I will not eat any of these things!]
They instantly understood each other's firm intentions from their eyes.