Upon hearing Miss Justice's greetings, Crane Fool suddenly felt a strong feeling.
After knowing the other party's identity, status, appearance and situation, he suddenly had a deeper understanding of the relaxed, cheerful and vigorous and sunny that came from Justice Audrey's tone, and understood where their essence originated. However, Klein did not envy and jealous of this, and believed that the other party lacked the polishing of suffering, but felt that in such a world where the underlying rules were full of chaos, distortion and madness, it was really good to have such a lady existed.
A little smile appeared on his face, nodded slightly, and responded to Miss Justice's greetings.
When the members of the Tarot Club finished greeting each other, the Hermit Gadriya pushed down her glasses, turned her body sideways, and saluted the blurred figure shrouded in gray fog at the top of the bronze table:
Dear Mr. Fool, this time I have three pages of diary.
The mysterious queen is finally online again... Klein whispered in his heart and said with a smile:
very good.
A few seconds later, the allowed Hermit Gadriya showed her diary and watched them jump to the palm of Mr. Fool.
Klein glanced casually, and suddenly let out a huh in his heart.
He discovered that the diary provided by the Mysterious Queen this time seemed to belong to the early days of Emperor Rossell, and did not seem to have important information.
Normally, if you cannot distinguish the importance, you will definitely give priority to choosing later diaries, so that you can restore the mystery of the assassination of Emperor Rossell to the greatest extent... I believe that the mysterious queen has enough IQ... While wondering in his heart, Klein carefully read the first page of diary:
On September 21, I arrived in St. Milon and officially started my first visit with the group.
The weather in Fsak is really a bit cold. It's less than October and it looks like it's going to snow. No wonder the specialties here are all kinds of coats and cold-proof clothing, and also, strong wine!
Damn, the height of the people here is really exaggerated, and they are worthy of being a country of descendants of giants. However, I still want to say that I hate others looking down on me!
Tonight, I'm going to the tavern and find a beauty in Fsack to make a drunk together!
Seeing this, Klein suddenly had a little doubt that the mysterious queen Bernardy provided these pages of diary to ask whether she had an older brother or younger brother of Fsak’s blood.
Holding back the sound of his heart, Klein's eyes swept to the second diary:
On September 22, I seemed to be in pieces...
What happened last night, where is my Fsack beauty?I haven't even drunk her!
People from the embassy told me that girls here often drink more than men...
I have to be restrained when going to a tavern in the future. If an aunt picks up the body, it will be bad...
The wine here is really strong. I had a headache all day. Fortunately, it was not a pain in my butt. I went to bed early and went to visit the Twilight Hall tomorrow.
On September 23, the Twilight Giant Hall was indeed magnificent, just like a myth that came to reality, and that building seemed to be completely prepared for the giants.
As a pagan, I could only circle outside, and the square at the foot of the giant temple at dusk was actually rich in wine!
There are many people here, some kneeling, some sitting, and some playing the bone flute there, which feels melodious and open.
I met a Fsak who played the bone flute. Even compared with his compatriots, he was exaggerated and was estimated to be close to three meters.
His name is Oneger, and he claims to be from one of the purest ethnic groups of the Fsak giant bloodline. He looks melancholy when he plays the bone flute, as if he doesn't belong here, but he doesn't know where to go. He looks more like poets than Intis, who only knows how to turn around the hem of a woman's skirt. Speaking of this, I can't help but want to complain. Those guys are proud of having that disease, which has completely disrupted the social market!
Oneger and I chatted for a while and mentioned the question just now. He said that he was just missing his hometown.
But the problem is that he is a standard Saint Milon man and has never left here.
Oneeg did not answer me immediately, and blew the bone flute for a few more minutes, before saying that he missed the source of the giant bloodline, the giant royal court in the mythology and legend.
He told me that he and the Fsaks of his tribe often dreamed of high mountains, huge city walls based on them, palaces, towers and various buildings that were always bathed in the light of dusk. This was very similar to the Twilight Great Hall, but it was even more incredible, more epic and miraculous.
Without anyone notifying him, Oneger and his tribe members were convinced that this was the Giant Court.
At the end of the conversation, Oneeg slowly stood up and said thank you for your listening. He was going to leave Fsac and look for the giant court, and the hometown of his spirit and soul.
He believed that the easternmost area of the Sunian Sea might have a road to the giant royal court.
He said that thousands of years have passed, and the giants have never forgotten their hometown. Now, it is his turn to follow the footsteps of his ancestors. This road will never stop unless it reaches the end.
He blew the bone flute again, gradually fading away in the melodious but sad melody.
Hometown Ah...
Hometown Ah... After reading this, Klein felt for the first time that his emotions with the Emperor resonated 100%.
Although Rossel only wrote three seemingly repetitive words in the end and did not explain his heart, Klein fully understood the ups and downs of the Emperor's mood at that moment, because he and Rossel had a homeland of spirit and soul like Oneger.
A sighed in his heart, and Klein turned to the second page of the diary:
On January 10, visit Sunia Island.
This place is also called the ancient elves island, with a large number of elves remains and customs.
I was shocked on the first day. The elves actually do "blood-blood". They like to eat animal offal and are good at using spicy and spices?
They also invented chopsticks?
Think about the elves on the murals. Except for some blue-haired people, the remaining contour lines and hair color eyes are close to Asians on the earth. Can't they be fellow villagers?
Yes, I had such suspicion in a daze, but I thought it was impossible to wear so many people in one go, and I almost became a race, and I thought I would think too much... It is unreasonable that the living habits and food utensils that can appear on the earth are impossible here... Klein reads down with interest, wondering if Rossell has explored the reasons:
On January 13th, I have been busy collecting cultural relics, ancient books and folk legends here these days, and I forgot to write a diary for several days.
Although many things have been taken away by major churches long ago, I still obtained some valuable things.
In various legends, there are records of the elf king Sunya Solem inventing chopsticks and cooking delicious food with animal internal organs and blood. There are stories about this ancient god being good at distinguishing spices. They all believe that He is the ancestor and the first elves. For some reasons, he left the Western Continent, which only exists in the mythology, and came to the Northern Continent.
Could it be that this is the fellow villager and the first time traveler?
Then He multiplied a race?The ancient gods can do everything, including having children?
He seemed to have a wife, and he was also an elf, well... I fell into deep thought.
On January 16, further investigations showed that the elves may really have nothing to do with time travelers, at least they did not leave any symbols related to Chinese or English.
They should have used elves from beginning to end, which doesn't make me feel a little familiar.
Moreover, those common inventions did not appear before I arrived, and so did many famous quotes. What existed was only some proverbs and fables with similar meanings and examples.
All the items and legends at present do not support my guess, which made me a little disappointed and relieved. If I meet another or another time traveler, I really don’t know how to face it.
On January 17, I dreamed of my hometown that I was about to forget.
Sure enough, the Emperor gave up that guess initially... Klein turned the page again and looked at the last diary:
On April 2, my daughter is just smart and can speak under one year old!Although I have only learned a few words for the time being, I believe that the progress will not be slow in the future!
She inherited this from me!
I looked left and right and felt that she was a little like me on Earth. Could it be that the soul would also bring some inheritance?Haha, just think that's it.
Bernadai, this name is pretty good, it sounds beautiful, but in my heart, I always want to give her a Chinese nickname.
Alas, she couldn't see her real grandpa and grandma...
On April 3, the sudden feeling I had yesterday almost made me insomnia, but fortunately I could meditate.
However, this also made me consider a question, that is, whether to teach Bernadai Chinese in private.
No, no, if she understands the diary I wrote before, I might as well find a piece of tofu to kill me. In my daughter's heart, my father must be full of glory.
However, writing a diary in Chinese is the last bond between me and the earth and the past. My daughter should inherit this bond to a certain extent.
On April 6, after several days of consideration, I decided to teach Bernadai as a special symbol, telling her that this was a protective spell given to her by her father, and she would remember it forever.
She doesn't need to understand the corresponding meaning, just remember it.
These two Chinese characters are:
home.
Hometown…Kline repeated this word again, and his eyes were even a little hot.
He finally understood why the mysterious queen Bernardi chose these three pages of diary, because it contained the amulets left to her by her father:
home.
At this moment, Klein seemed to see a river of emotions, with its surface flowing quietly, with countless thunders underwater, rolling endlessly.
Klein then withdrew his gaze, let the diary disappear, and looked up at the Hermit Gardria said:
What is your problem?
After knowing the other party's identity, status, appearance and situation, he suddenly had a deeper understanding of the relaxed, cheerful and vigorous and sunny that came from Justice Audrey's tone, and understood where their essence originated. However, Klein did not envy and jealous of this, and believed that the other party lacked the polishing of suffering, but felt that in such a world where the underlying rules were full of chaos, distortion and madness, it was really good to have such a lady existed.
A little smile appeared on his face, nodded slightly, and responded to Miss Justice's greetings.
When the members of the Tarot Club finished greeting each other, the Hermit Gadriya pushed down her glasses, turned her body sideways, and saluted the blurred figure shrouded in gray fog at the top of the bronze table:
Dear Mr. Fool, this time I have three pages of diary.
The mysterious queen is finally online again... Klein whispered in his heart and said with a smile:
very good.
A few seconds later, the allowed Hermit Gadriya showed her diary and watched them jump to the palm of Mr. Fool.
Klein glanced casually, and suddenly let out a huh in his heart.
He discovered that the diary provided by the Mysterious Queen this time seemed to belong to the early days of Emperor Rossell, and did not seem to have important information.
Normally, if you cannot distinguish the importance, you will definitely give priority to choosing later diaries, so that you can restore the mystery of the assassination of Emperor Rossell to the greatest extent... I believe that the mysterious queen has enough IQ... While wondering in his heart, Klein carefully read the first page of diary:
On September 21, I arrived in St. Milon and officially started my first visit with the group.
The weather in Fsak is really a bit cold. It's less than October and it looks like it's going to snow. No wonder the specialties here are all kinds of coats and cold-proof clothing, and also, strong wine!
Damn, the height of the people here is really exaggerated, and they are worthy of being a country of descendants of giants. However, I still want to say that I hate others looking down on me!
Tonight, I'm going to the tavern and find a beauty in Fsack to make a drunk together!
Seeing this, Klein suddenly had a little doubt that the mysterious queen Bernardy provided these pages of diary to ask whether she had an older brother or younger brother of Fsak’s blood.
Holding back the sound of his heart, Klein's eyes swept to the second diary:
On September 22, I seemed to be in pieces...
What happened last night, where is my Fsack beauty?I haven't even drunk her!
People from the embassy told me that girls here often drink more than men...
I have to be restrained when going to a tavern in the future. If an aunt picks up the body, it will be bad...
The wine here is really strong. I had a headache all day. Fortunately, it was not a pain in my butt. I went to bed early and went to visit the Twilight Hall tomorrow.
On September 23, the Twilight Giant Hall was indeed magnificent, just like a myth that came to reality, and that building seemed to be completely prepared for the giants.
As a pagan, I could only circle outside, and the square at the foot of the giant temple at dusk was actually rich in wine!
There are many people here, some kneeling, some sitting, and some playing the bone flute there, which feels melodious and open.
I met a Fsak who played the bone flute. Even compared with his compatriots, he was exaggerated and was estimated to be close to three meters.
His name is Oneger, and he claims to be from one of the purest ethnic groups of the Fsak giant bloodline. He looks melancholy when he plays the bone flute, as if he doesn't belong here, but he doesn't know where to go. He looks more like poets than Intis, who only knows how to turn around the hem of a woman's skirt. Speaking of this, I can't help but want to complain. Those guys are proud of having that disease, which has completely disrupted the social market!
Oneger and I chatted for a while and mentioned the question just now. He said that he was just missing his hometown.
But the problem is that he is a standard Saint Milon man and has never left here.
Oneeg did not answer me immediately, and blew the bone flute for a few more minutes, before saying that he missed the source of the giant bloodline, the giant royal court in the mythology and legend.
He told me that he and the Fsaks of his tribe often dreamed of high mountains, huge city walls based on them, palaces, towers and various buildings that were always bathed in the light of dusk. This was very similar to the Twilight Great Hall, but it was even more incredible, more epic and miraculous.
Without anyone notifying him, Oneger and his tribe members were convinced that this was the Giant Court.
At the end of the conversation, Oneeg slowly stood up and said thank you for your listening. He was going to leave Fsac and look for the giant court, and the hometown of his spirit and soul.
He believed that the easternmost area of the Sunian Sea might have a road to the giant royal court.
He said that thousands of years have passed, and the giants have never forgotten their hometown. Now, it is his turn to follow the footsteps of his ancestors. This road will never stop unless it reaches the end.
He blew the bone flute again, gradually fading away in the melodious but sad melody.
Hometown Ah...
Hometown Ah... After reading this, Klein felt for the first time that his emotions with the Emperor resonated 100%.
Although Rossel only wrote three seemingly repetitive words in the end and did not explain his heart, Klein fully understood the ups and downs of the Emperor's mood at that moment, because he and Rossel had a homeland of spirit and soul like Oneger.
A sighed in his heart, and Klein turned to the second page of the diary:
On January 10, visit Sunia Island.
This place is also called the ancient elves island, with a large number of elves remains and customs.
I was shocked on the first day. The elves actually do "blood-blood". They like to eat animal offal and are good at using spicy and spices?
They also invented chopsticks?
Think about the elves on the murals. Except for some blue-haired people, the remaining contour lines and hair color eyes are close to Asians on the earth. Can't they be fellow villagers?
Yes, I had such suspicion in a daze, but I thought it was impossible to wear so many people in one go, and I almost became a race, and I thought I would think too much... It is unreasonable that the living habits and food utensils that can appear on the earth are impossible here... Klein reads down with interest, wondering if Rossell has explored the reasons:
On January 13th, I have been busy collecting cultural relics, ancient books and folk legends here these days, and I forgot to write a diary for several days.
Although many things have been taken away by major churches long ago, I still obtained some valuable things.
In various legends, there are records of the elf king Sunya Solem inventing chopsticks and cooking delicious food with animal internal organs and blood. There are stories about this ancient god being good at distinguishing spices. They all believe that He is the ancestor and the first elves. For some reasons, he left the Western Continent, which only exists in the mythology, and came to the Northern Continent.
Could it be that this is the fellow villager and the first time traveler?
Then He multiplied a race?The ancient gods can do everything, including having children?
He seemed to have a wife, and he was also an elf, well... I fell into deep thought.
On January 16, further investigations showed that the elves may really have nothing to do with time travelers, at least they did not leave any symbols related to Chinese or English.
They should have used elves from beginning to end, which doesn't make me feel a little familiar.
Moreover, those common inventions did not appear before I arrived, and so did many famous quotes. What existed was only some proverbs and fables with similar meanings and examples.
All the items and legends at present do not support my guess, which made me a little disappointed and relieved. If I meet another or another time traveler, I really don’t know how to face it.
On January 17, I dreamed of my hometown that I was about to forget.
Sure enough, the Emperor gave up that guess initially... Klein turned the page again and looked at the last diary:
On April 2, my daughter is just smart and can speak under one year old!Although I have only learned a few words for the time being, I believe that the progress will not be slow in the future!
She inherited this from me!
I looked left and right and felt that she was a little like me on Earth. Could it be that the soul would also bring some inheritance?Haha, just think that's it.
Bernadai, this name is pretty good, it sounds beautiful, but in my heart, I always want to give her a Chinese nickname.
Alas, she couldn't see her real grandpa and grandma...
On April 3, the sudden feeling I had yesterday almost made me insomnia, but fortunately I could meditate.
However, this also made me consider a question, that is, whether to teach Bernadai Chinese in private.
No, no, if she understands the diary I wrote before, I might as well find a piece of tofu to kill me. In my daughter's heart, my father must be full of glory.
However, writing a diary in Chinese is the last bond between me and the earth and the past. My daughter should inherit this bond to a certain extent.
On April 6, after several days of consideration, I decided to teach Bernadai as a special symbol, telling her that this was a protective spell given to her by her father, and she would remember it forever.
She doesn't need to understand the corresponding meaning, just remember it.
These two Chinese characters are:
home.
Hometown…Kline repeated this word again, and his eyes were even a little hot.
He finally understood why the mysterious queen Bernardi chose these three pages of diary, because it contained the amulets left to her by her father:
home.
At this moment, Klein seemed to see a river of emotions, with its surface flowing quietly, with countless thunders underwater, rolling endlessly.
Klein then withdrew his gaze, let the diary disappear, and looked up at the Hermit Gardria said:
What is your problem?
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