The moonlight in the desert was very bright, shrouding the hotel room in a clear light.

Fang Plover put down his quill absentmindedly and inserted it into the ink bottle.

He raised his head, then lowered his head, and sighed - he closed the diary with both hands, stood it up, and inserted it into a pile of books. Some of the big books with thick covers had words outlined in gold lines on their spines.

He is the author of "On the Aether", "Geography of Istania", and "Examinations of the Alchemy of Numerin".

Fang Yu looked at the moonlight outside the window, with many thoughts in his mind, and some thoughts about the day could not stop coming to his mind.

He stepped back, slid open his chair, and reached out to open the drawer - inside the drawer was a stack of parchment that looked like dead leaves, with curved symbols on it that seemed to fluoresce in the moonlight.

He glanced at it and closed the drawer silently. Those were the handwritten texts of the Yuanhai Scroll, and the scholars who copied them were born far earlier than their time, so the handwritten texts themselves can be considered cultural relics.

He shouldn't have brought these things with him in the first place.

But by some strange coincidence, Fang Pliance himself didn't know what kind of mentality he had. When he was leaving the manor, he asked Her Royal Highness the Princess to keep them.

The other party didn't refuse either.

Perhaps it was because they were also key clues in the investigation of the slave trade incident. Fang Yu himself thought so too. Perhaps he did this because these documents were more or less connected with the Dragon Worship Cult. Maybe there was something behind the scenes.

, and it’s also related to the homeless man——

But the next moment, he realized that these were just excuses.

He simply wanted to leave these documents, as if there was a voice in the dark telling him to do so. Once this idea came up, he could never stop it.

This made him more and more uneasy, wondering if he was controlled by a mysterious force like Dragon King Lifgard last time, and made a decision that was not his intention?

He hesitated again and again, and finally made a decision. He reached into his coat pocket and fumbled around, and took out a talisman from there. The talisman was about three fingers wide and about the same length. It was shaped like a silver crescent with a flower carved on it.

Elf iris.

He took off the original Nite Owl brooch from his coat on the left breast, replaced it with this amulet, and then calmed down. As if he had found some psychological comfort, he breathed a sigh of relief.

This talisman, called 'The Wall of Anrothe', was given to him by Nervad's master. In fact, he had already fulfilled the requirements for wearing it after the Battle of Vanric. It was just because he couldn't bear to part with the calculation power of the Night Owl Talisman.

That's why I haven't changed it yet.

And this amulet is actually a level 38 elf rare item, which is enough to prevent mental attacks below level 45. It may not be enough to resist the spiritual induction of Dragon King Lifgard, but I think it can be used to block it.

The spiritual influence emitted invisibly by an ownerless object should be enough.

At least that's what he thought.

Unfortunately, things didn't work out as expected.

But after Fang Yu put on the brooch, he found that it was of no use. He still couldn't stop the thoughts that were running through his heart. As soon as he closed his eyes, all the words on the Yuanhai scroll that he had seen during the day appeared in his mind. in mind.

Even those strange and crooked words made him have a strong and persistent thought - he had really seen those words.

But Fang Yu came to his senses immediately.

There is no way I have ever seen these things.

His eyeballs trembled under his eyelids, as if he had seen something strange.

The next moment, Fang Yu opened his eyes again uneasily, lowered his head, and found that he had opened the drawer again without knowing when.

But in the drawer, those papers were still lying quietly in that place, motionless.

Fang Plover was so frightened that he quickly closed the drawer with a snap.

He raised his head in a cold sweat and looked out the window. From the direction of the hotel, he could see the street facing the river outside, and the moonlight reflected the river brightly.

From a distance, a girl walked over with a water jug ​​on her head and stopped by the river. She bent down and placed the mat on the bank first, then rolled up her skirt and stepped into the river with her bare feet.

The other party put down the jar in his hand and started filling it with water.

Seeing this scene, Fang Yu seemed to have just come back to reality from the illusion in his heart. He put his hands on the table, took a breath, and finally couldn't help shouting:

"Miss Tata."

"Mr. Knight?"

"Papa."

Tata's quiet voice and Nini's milky reply sounded at the same time.

Miss Goblin's voice did have a power to calm people's hearts, which made Fang Plover feel at ease a little. He leaned back on the chair, supported the table with his hands, and waited for a while before asking:

"Miss Tata, did you feel anything just now?"

Tata emerged from in front of him, flapped her fairy wings slightly, and looked at him with bright emerald green eyes and replied:

"You are troubled, Mr. Knight."

"I know," Fang Plover withdrew a hand, pressed his forehead, and asked in a weak voice: "Have you heard any sounds before, just like... just like Lifgard at that time?"

Tata slowly shook his head:

"No, Mr. Knight. But I just feel that you seem to be very anxious, and the anxiety in your heart comes from your own thoughts."

"My own thoughts..." Fang Yu shook his head: "Can you feel what I am thinking, Miss Tata?"

Tata thought for a moment before replying: "Your thoughts are very confused. It seems that you are looking for a certain fragment of memory and comparing it with it. You want to figure out where you have read these words."

This is exactly what Fang Plover was thinking at this moment.

But instead of clarifying his thoughts, Miss Goblin's words made him even more confused.

He replied anxiously:

"But the problem is, I have never seen these words, but I can't stop having this idea in my heart. From the time I left Princess Rupert's manor, until now, this idea has never stopped."

"Maybe you should face it," Tata replied.

"face?"

"Because the facts have proven that there is no point in escaping."

After saying this, Tata closed his mouth and said no more.

Because the thoughts in Fang Yu's heart were also the thoughts in her heart, and the futile consolation was just adding chaos out of thin air.

Sure enough, her attitude made Fang Yu calm down a little. He calmed down and asked again:

"So Miss Tata, do you know Yuanhai Changjuan?"

Miss Goblin nodded.

Fang Yu couldn't help but look at her in surprise: "Miss Tata, do you really understand?"

Tata spoke again, his voice very quiet, as if he was just narrating a piece of history:

"These ancient texts come from a certain era in ancient times. I know some people have studied them, but not many stone tablets have been unearthed from under the Abyssal Sea, and people's knowledge of the Abyssal Sea Scroll is also intermittent."

"slate?"

"The Yuanhai Scroll was recorded on stone tablets. Mr. Knight, the documents seen in later generations are all hand-copied or rubbing texts."

It suddenly dawned on Fang Plover that, except for the documents left by the elves in the Numelin era, all the Abyssal documents were discovered under the Abyssal Sea. Naturally, paper documents cannot be preserved, and only stone tablets can be preserved.

That's all.

While talking with Miss Goblin, he found that he seemed to be less uneasy.

In addition, at this moment, Nini also appeared and pestered him to play with her.

Fang Yu tapped his little daughter, Fang Nini, on the forehead with his hand, making the latter giggle. Listening to this simple laughter, his anxiety subsided a little.

After he calmed down, he turned around and asked Tata seriously:

"So Miss Tata, are there any... weird rumors about the researchers of the Abyssal Scroll?"

Tata thought for a moment and said: "Indeed, some of its researchers have become crazy."

Miss Goblin obviously doesn't know how to comfort people. Fang Yu couldn't help but swallowed a mouthful of saliva:

"Crazy?"

Fortunately, Miss Tata was still concerned about her knight's mental health and replied: "Don't worry, such examples are very rare. Most people cannot understand the meaning of these words, and their interpretation of the stone tablets is superficial. On the contrary,

There are lizard people who have studied this deeply, and they have a unique astrology that can interpret the contents on these tablets by comparing the stars.

But that's not all. The older the stone tablet, the more unreadable it is. Moreover, it is an ancient and sacred secret of the lizard people, which has never been spread to the outside world. In addition, the Numelin elves have also deciphered part of the content of the stone tablet, and evolved into

Ancient Alchemy.”

Fang Yu listened and was silent for a moment.

He has a good relationship with the lizard people. The master of the Tada lizard people is of the guardian lineage of the stars and is especially good at reading slates.

It's a pity that the other party is not in this place at the moment, and knowing this is of no use.

He asked again: "Aren't there any abnormalities in these words themselves?"

"It's just ordinary ancient writing, Mr. Knight."

"So they are really long scrolls in the deep sea?"

The goblin lady nodded slightly.

"I saw it before when I was at the Silver Tower."
To be continued...