At the same moment when Metien and Semi accepted Mrs. Tree's invitation and entered the herb garden, they were in the central theater, backstage, and in the green room.
"I have told you all the things I know. Perhaps there are many unknown details that were brought into his tomb by the ancestors. It is a shame that we, the descendants, do not have enough courage.
To explore the truth, the existence of that castle remains an unfathomable mystery to this day."
"I have thought countless times that the ancient castle in the forest that the ancestors could not approach was not originally a domain that mortals could set foot on. Although humans always claim to be the primates of all things, the unknown areas of this world are actually constantly changing.
Expanding into areas beyond our known world, even after experiencing the geographical discoveries of the Pioneer Age and the Age of Discovery, we dare not say that we have fully mastered all phenomena on this planet."
"So I think that only those same mysterious powers can unravel this mysterious mystery." Mills said this, leaning forward slightly and staring at the guests in front of him with bright eyes: "That's what you have.
strength."
Mountains that have not been conquered for thousands of years, ancient castles standing on the cliffs, dark red thorn bushes surrounding the sky, and Noctus the Dark, a monster that wanders in the castle and swallows the sun to bring darkness... These are beyond human beings
Things in imagination will fall back into reality at some point.
However, Sir Roman, who first discovered this mystery, could no longer see that moment coming. Under his tomb, there were only sleeping skeletons longing for rest. As his only blood descendant, Mills felt that even if he could not personally help
The ancestor fulfills this last wish, at least to see the day when the mystery is revealed on his behalf.
so.
"I want to ask you a favor."
He said in a very serious tone: "If you want to enter the Saussen Mountains, look for traces of the old castle, and successfully find out the truth about it, I hope you can share this experience with me. I hope you can share it with me."
I can gain new inspiration from it and write a sequel to "March Xun Diary" to make up for my ancestor's only regret during his lifetime. As for the reward..."
He paused for a moment, then suddenly stood up from the chair, raised his hands, like a king on the stage showing his treasure house to a brave man, and said in a raised tone: "I have been running a theater in Rosting City for twenty-two years.
Time, the wealth accumulated during this period, including the manuscripts, sculptures, ancient books, paintings and treasures inherited from our ancestor Sir Roman, as long as you two want them, you can take them all!"
After that, he added: "Of course, I mean everything except the Central Theater - after all, this is another work of Roman ancestors besides "March Xun Diary". As a descendant, I can't
While making up for his regret, I also added another regret."
When Lin Ge heard this, he raised his eyebrows slightly and asked subconsciously: "Are you kidding me?"
"There is absolutely no lie." Mills said with a serious face: "If you two don't believe it, I can swear to the great teacher and ask the notary of the Holy See to make a contract, which will be witnessed by the gaze of the gods."
Swearing to the great teacher... It turns out that he is a believer in the original sect. This is not surprising. Except for educators, most people who are engaged in literary creation will also choose to inspire the grace of the final teacher and bask in her glory in order to find
The perception of more knowledge.
As for the notary public who judges the Holy See, Purification Spiritual Light has always been known as the "Guardian of the Social Contract". There are also many lawyers, judges and police officers among her followers. If she is sentenced by the Holy See to be a "dishonest person", I am afraid that
At least among the mainstream civilizations in the Western Continent, they can no longer find their own place.
Saying such words shows that Mills has indeed made up his mind. Perhaps in the eyes of outsiders, it is stupid to spend all his wealth for a last wish a hundred years ago, but Ringer can suddenly understand him, because the young man also wants to
It was someone's last wish that made him insist on doing something he didn't like for so long, and in the end it even became a habit.
Unfortunately, he could not agree to the other party's request.
At least not now.
"I haven't made up my mind yet, Mr. Mills."
Ringer's tone was calm: "Honestly, this will be a difficult choice. I don't know which path to choose will be the right one, so I still need some time to think about it. Before that, I can't make any promises to you."
This sentence made Saint Xalia tilt her head slightly, and her eyes stayed on the young man's face for a moment. But the latter was indifferent. I don't know if he didn't see it, or if he saw it but deliberately ignored it.
"If that's your consideration, Mr. Ringer."
Regarding his answer, Mills didn't seem so disappointed, rather, it was within his expectation: "Then I should also express my feelings. I think no matter what kind of thinking you have gone through, the final choice is
Same: you will embark on the same path as my ancestor Sir Roman, enter the Saussen Mountains, and search for traces of the old castle until its secrets are revealed, and... you will also reveal its secrets.
.”
Ringer asked: "Is this your intuition?"
"No."
Mills shook his head: "It has nothing to do with intuition, but because I know that since you have come here, walked to this theater, and know the stories of the past, it is impossible to turn a blind eye to the future. Just like the master Shakespeare
As said in "Hamlet": Man can control his own destiny."
He stared deeply at Ringer: "Will you give up controlling your own destiny?"
At this time, Mills seemed to have become a philosopher, telling the obscure and profound truths of the world. But perhaps sometimes art and philosophy have no boundaries, just as a playwright also needs a deep understanding of fate to help him write
Just like the thought-provoking lines in the script.
Ringer was speechless. He averted his eyes slightly: "Maybe so, but I still give my original answer, Mr. Mills, I can't guarantee anything."
When Saint Xalia heard this, her beautiful golden eyes seemed to dim a little, and her lamb bleated twice, expressing her inner thoughts on behalf of her master: What a dishonest man!
"Then, I respect your choice."
Mills sighed: "Of course, the promise just mentioned has no time limit. I am always waiting to fulfill it."
As if the curtain on the stage had fallen, this sentence announced the end of the topic. After that, both parties tacitly agreed not to talk about the Saussen Mountains and the mysterious castle. After a few minutes of simple greetings, Ringer
Say goodbye because the purpose has been achieved and there is no need to stay any longer.
Mills did not try to keep him, but just gave him two bottles of Dulinde wine as a parting gift. Considering that Miss Shelia might be interested in human drinks, Ringer accepted them. If that didn't work, he could give them to Alice, although
She may not like it, but if she likes it, Ringer may not give it as a gift.
Saint Xalia led her lamb and walked out of the green room, followed closely by Ringer, but before going out, she suddenly heard Mills say: "Actually, there is one thing I said wrong in the story I just told.
"
Ringer's footsteps stopped, and Mills's voice continued: "I said before that the sun-eating monster Noctus is real, and the brave Rosh is just a fictional image created by Roman's ancestors - before that
I've always believed that, but now I have new ideas."
"Perhaps the brave Luo Xu also has a prototype?"
"Who do you think it could be, Mr. Ringer?"
He waited quietly for the young man's answer, but after Ringer remained silent for a few seconds by the door, he said nothing and walked out of the green room silently, not forgetting to close the door before leaving. When the crack in the door gradually closed,
At that moment, Mills heard a deep voice:
"I have no idea."
Then, the room fell into a deathly silence. It was not until a long time later that a slight sigh sounded: "Magic... I am so enviable."