The ancient parchment has changed color. Although it is protected by magic and will not rot, eight centuries of time (Earth time) still left mottled marks on it. Just as Hao Ren thought, the witch trapped here
After realizing that there was no hope of returning home, she wrote down all her affairs. Now these blackened papers quietly tell the story of an ordinary female magician living in another world in this strange space.
"Anyone who can read these letters, if you can recognize the words above, I express my most sincere goodwill and blessings to you. May the light of knowledge and mystery protect you from wandering here like me. My name is
Beatrice is from another world, and I'm sure you are too.
"I came to this place in search of knowledge and mysteries. After going through a hellish adventure, I fell into the abyss and was finally trapped here. In a sense, I got what I wanted. What I learned and came into contact with
This thing is a miracle that I have never imagined in the past thousands of years, and I believe that even the gods in ancient times will not know the deep mysteries of this world. Almost all my concepts and knowledge systems have been completely overturned here,
No matter how much space I use to describe the surprise I felt when I saw this underground world, it is not enough. I hope to share the joy of discovery with others, but unfortunately, I cannot go back, so I can only record these in
On parchment…
Hao Ren quickly ignored those less important passages and just glanced at Beatrice's early records in this world. He found that the witch received a lot of help from the locals after she fled here. The Fire Tribe is a passionate people.
A hospitable tribe, they do not show much hostility towards outsiders of unknown origin. In fact, because Beatrice happens to be good at some fire magic, her skills are regarded by the people in the tribe as evidence of being close to the natural elements, and in
In this world, achieving harmony with the natural elements is itself proof of "good quality", so Beatrice easily established friendly relations with the locals.
She became friends with the "Miko of Fire" at that time, the tribal saint. The friendship between the two came about in a strange way: in this world, superficial elemental magic is widely known, but the more advanced magic knowledge has been lost. Only the Saint
Women and tribal warriors can rely on the assistance of blood or artifacts to gain access to advanced magic, and the warriors only use these powers to fight. In fact, the only ones who really devote themselves to studying magic skills are the saint and her apprentices. The arrival of Beatrice has set the stage for this
The world depleted of knowledge has brought new vitality, and the saint of the Fire Tribe has found a partner with whom she can study ancient knowledge.
They jointly studied the lost ancient symbols and the ancient memories engraved in the blood instinct. In just a few years, the two became close friends. They even restored many ancient magical creations like those seen in the Wind Tribe.
The "phlogiston lamp" was created by Beatrice. She deciphered the manufacturing method of this ancient artifact from the totem text of the Fire Tribe.
Another deed was the cure of the Black Spot Plague, which established Beatrice's reputation in the eyes of the locals. Later, she was no longer even treated as a foreigner. People in the tribe regarded her as a foreigner.
The "people of the goddess" are the same as myself, but this people just happened to fall from the Pillar of Eternity.
"...I have spent many years here. Life was a bit difficult at the beginning. I had to learn unfamiliar words, languages, customs and even eating habits from scratch. I still remember that a plant here almost killed me at first. It was the most common delicacy eaten by the locals. It was the first time I intuitively felt what the concept of a 'different world' was. But in any case, the situation gradually improved, and this was a place where I could live stably. I even kind of like it here. In my hometown, people like me are taboo. Because of the changes of the times, magic users are declining. A war between races is coming to an end, and people like me The 'witch' or 'witch' is the loser. I don't have much to miss in my hometown. The days of hiding and being frightened are not worth remembering. It might be good to live here, at least for a certain period of time. ,I thought so.
"...In my spare time, I also observe the lives of local people. I am very interested in their religion and living conditions, and more importantly, I am very interested in the state of the world. What kind of power can move the earth? Creating another layer of earth? This is an almost fantasy concept, but it actually happened in this world. According to the legends of the locals, I believe that this world was never like this at first, some kind of power beyond imagination. Changed here...
"...The locals believe that the pillars supporting the sky and the earth are the arms of giants. And in their religious beliefs, in addition to the 'goddess', you can see the shadow of 'huge creatures' everywhere. The giants support the sky. The clouds are a They believe that the wind on the grassland is the yawn of a giant beast named 'Haku', and the entire world is even built on the back of a hunchback named 'Toca' The old man with a hunchback was the goddess's gardener, and the goddess completed the work of creation on the back of this gardener. There are many such legends here, full of weird colors, which reminded me of the strange things in my hometown in ancient times. The 'gods'. But these legends don't seem to be laughed off. Although they are weird, they have surprisingly clear and rigorous logic. They seem to have really happened, but they have just been distorted by historical inheritance.
"Yes, historical inheritance, the historical inheritance of local people is a more interesting topic. I found that these people once had an extremely glorious civilization, which was probably even higher than my hometown. This civilization has been dated back to ancient times, and there is no doubt that it is ancient It was caused by the event that caused the sky to close during the period. In some ancient murals and slates, I can see what that ancient civilization had created: self-driving vehicles, popular aircraft, magic-driven rock guards and iron Giants, and even a magic city floating in mid-air called 'Moro Tosh'. But these things have disappeared and were buried deep in the cracks of the earth...
"...There is a very interesting phenomenon. According to my research, the closing of the sky caused the world to lose more than half of its population, and the remaining population also gradually withered in the following years, but this withering process is not entirely It was caused by the disaster, but more like it was consciously controlled by the survivors. I found many ancient slate records of plans to reduce the population, and found that tribes scattered around the world were following a strict timetable even during periods when contact was cut off. They reduced their numbers, and about three thousand years ago, I mean according to this world's concept of time, they controlled the population to the size it is today, and this number has never changed since then.
"...The birth of newborns is strictly controlled. They use ancient medicine to control when new offspring can be produced. The growth of newborns also has to go through a ritual-like training process to ensure that the newly born children can fully bear the burden. Their work in the tribe is not so easy to die prematurely. Various indications indicate that although these indigenous residents do not know the meaning of living in an underground world, they are very aware of the fragility and barrenness of this world, and may control the population and The concept that civilization is to reduce consumption has been passed down from ancient times. Although no one knows the meaning behind this, they still strictly follow the ancestral precepts. So who taught them to control consumption in this way? Maybe There is only that goddess.
"I even suspect that they have ways to control the intelligence level and way of thinking of newborns. I found ingredients that have an impact on the brain in the spices they use daily. These spices will only slightly suppress brain activity and are not very harmful, but I I feel that it is this right kind of suppression that has stagnated the development of their civilization. It has been thousands of years since the sky closed, which is enough time for them to rebuild the ancient kingdom, but they still live an almost primitive life. This should be It's the result of intentional or unintentional control... It's a pity that I don't have much time, so I can't verify these conjectures. And even if it is verified, what can I do? I can't reverse their religious traditions. They regard religion as extremely important. After After thousands of years of drug infection and traditional education, many ancient precepts have become something flowing in their blood. As an outsider, it’s better for me not to get involved..."
Hao Ren suddenly raised his head from the pile of old papers and looked at Bonia who was just dazing next to him: "Let me see the spices you usually use when baptizing newborns." (To be continued.)