"More than a century ago, my ancestor Sir Roman - he was not a knight at the time, but please allow me to use this title to describe - in short, he was a playwright and created many classics that were popular at the time.
The repertoire was later overshadowed by the glory of "March Xun Diary", so it was not known to the public."
"Those who engage in artistic creation will bear in mind a truth: inspiration is unlimited, but the means to inspire it are limited. Therefore, no matter how great a creator is, he will inevitably encounter a stage where it is difficult to inspire inspiration. That is naturally very painful.
, but as long as you get through it, you will definitely be able to leave your own name in the future art world... Sorry, I seem to have talked about too many irrelevant things, so let us continue to focus on the topic."
"As a well-known playwright at the time, Roman's ancestor naturally encountered similar difficulties. He tried various methods to regain the ability to inspire, such as learning from the experience of his predecessors; for example, changing the direction of creation, etc.
, but the results were all failures. So in the end, he chose a path that even people of our time think is crazy, that is, hiking through the Saussen Mountains, away from the hustle and bustle of civilization, in close proximity to nature
During the contact, he inspired infinite inspiration. He imitated those fanatical believers in ancient times and called this road a pilgrimage of art."
When Mills said this, he blinked his gray eyes, showing a look of envy and yearning.
Ringer saw his expression in his eyes and was speechless. He felt that he and Sir Roman were indeed of the same bloodline and were both artistic creators, with elements of paranoia and madness flowing in their bones.
You must know that even in today's era, the Saussen Mountains are still a barbaric land that is difficult for civilization to set foot on. This mountain range that separates the northern border of the Kingdom of Great Brita and Laisenberg has always been considered the "Wolf" of the Sigiriya continent.
"Cave", this symbolic name illustrates its cruel nature, it may devour travelers who enter it at any time, and even lick every inch of flesh and blood on the bones clean.
Although the city of Rosting has a sightseeing train route that claims to “go deep into the southern foothills of the Saussen Mountains and experience the wild nature,” in fact it will only take you around the semi-civilized suburbs of the southern foothills wilderness.
Take a look at the markets, villages and old hotel sites left over from the pioneering era, but going deep into the Saussen Mountains is a complete gimmick.
And even on such a very safe sightseeing route, the skeletons of many adventurers from the pioneering era can still be unearthed every year, proving that the "Wolf's Lair" on the mainland is not a social place where ordinary people can come and go as they please. What's more, Sir Roman is still crossing the road alone. No matter what era, there is only one evaluation for this kind of behavior: seeking death.
But not only did Sir Roman not die, but he actually inspired inspiration and created classic works such as "Diary of March Search". It can be seen that ordinary people's standards of judgment are not feasible for artists.
"That's because our ancestors returned within less than a week after entering the mountains, and did not, as he said, hike across the Saussen Mountains to Laisenberg on the other side." Mills said: "In this short period
During the journey, he encountered something that he would never forget, and it became an opportunity for him to write "March Xun Diary"."
"That was one day when he was walking in the mountains, chasing the natural scenery that was difficult for people in the civilized world to appreciate. At a casual glance, he saw an ancient castle standing on the cliff..."
Along with Mills's narration, Ringer and Saint Xalia seemed to have returned to a century ago, following the footsteps of the traveler, walking through the dark and secluded forest, stepping on the thick piles of fallen leaves, which smelled slightly fishy.
Underneath the smelly decaying matter are crawling reptiles or spiders. When you step on it, it feels like walking on a muddy swamp.
The road is not smooth. The nutritious black soil has given birth to abundant plants. The ancient trees are towering, the vines are overgrown, and the thick aerial roots are twisting and twisting like pythons, blocking the way. Travelers must work hard and use their own strength.
With the strength of my wrists, arms and legs, I could barely climb over these walls.
He breathed a sigh of relief, put aside the cane he carried with him, took out a dirty handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped the sweat from his forehead and neck casually, without the gentle and elegant attitude of a few days ago.
, because in this remote mountain wilderness far away from civilization, there is actually no need for these useless things.
The exhausted man planned to take a short rest before continuing through the forest. However, when he inadvertently raised his head, he was shocked to see that between the gaps in the airtight canopy, the sunlight struggled to squeeze in, high up in the direction.
There is an ancient castle standing on the cliff.
It is so old and exudes an ancient aura, which seems to be as old as the history of this land. To this day, dark red thorn bushes have covered every wall tile of the castle.
Only in a few corners can one see the spiers of the castle breaking through the blockade of thorn bushes like swords and piercing the sky.
The man was stunned by his discovery and almost suspected that he had seen an hallucination. When he came to his senses, he immediately gave up the idea of resting, picked up his cane and chased towards the cliff where the castle stood, trying to find out what the castle was like.
Which era is it, which civilization it comes from, and why it was left here.
There are already tens of thousands of guesses in his mind, creating endless inspiration.
……
"In this way, Ancestor Roman kept chasing, but no matter how he chased, he could not touch the shadow left by the old castle. He could only look at the thorns and sigh, as if it was a creation hiding in another time and space.
, just appeared in front of human beings by chance, leaving a startling glimpse."
"But he never thought of giving up, because he had never seen similar descriptions in the records left by adventurers before. If he left today, he might not be able to gain the same experience next time."
"Just when the Roman ancestors insisted on arriving at the castle, an accident happened."
Mills's expression was serious, as if he was narrating a real thing: "From the old castle, a roar like a monster came. In an instant, the ground shook, as if the mountains themselves were being shaken. The birds lost their direction.
, all the wild beasts fled in fear, and the sky suddenly darkened, without even a trace of sunlight."
When he said this, Lin Ge suddenly woke up: "The sun-swallowing monster, the dark Noctus?"
"That's right."
Mills nodded and said: "It was exactly as described in the legend. The Roman ancestor was stunned by this terrifying roar. He felt the threat to his life and did not dare to approach the castle anymore, so he hurriedly left the Saussen Mountains.
I returned to Rosting and was inspired by this incident to write "March Search Diary"."
"This was his original goal, but after it was realized, it did not bring the slightest sense of accomplishment to Roman's ancestors. For the rest of his life, he was obsessed with the old castle he saw in the Saussen Mountains and the hidden promise in the old castle.
He never forgot the roars of Ketus and wanted to explore their truth and meaning of existence. To this end, he spent his whole life studying the history and legends of this area, resulting in no other scripts being created in the rest of his life." "He organized expedition teams three times and entered the mountains in an attempt to find the ancient castle, but they all ended in failure. After the last failure and return, he exhausted all the strength he needed to survive. A sixty-two-year-old man
He ushered in his own death on the hospital bed. Before he died, he told his son, my great-grandfather's grandfather, that the play must continue to be performed until the Central Theater closed down."
"Because this is not only the most proud work of his life, but also a mystery that he tried to reveal but ultimately lost to time."
The story came to an end in Mills' calm tone.
An unsolved mystery, an unfinished adventure, an unfinished drama, and an old man who cannot rest in peace.
One of the greatest playwrights in Rothstein's history, his name is Roman Bergstrom.