Then, there is the story of the barbarians.

Dragons don't know much about barbarians. According to the legend of the barbarians themselves, they were born from the corpses of giants. However, in the memory of the ice dragon, nearly a thousand years after the extinction of the giants, the elves had established their kingdoms on the restored land and began to clash with the dwarves.

By the time the ice dragon found out, the group had learned to pitch tents, run like wolves on the ice fields, and hunt with rudimentary weapons...... Fighting and surviving is almost all of their lives. They consider themselves to be descendants of giants, but in reality, they don't look like giants. Contrary to what humans now believe, giants were tall and muscular, but they had delicate facial features—in short, they were more like elves magnified many times over. And the barbarians...... But it's more like a beast. Even their souls are connected to the land like wild beasts.

All the legends of the barbarians are passed down from their ancestors, and the souls of their ancestors are their only faith. However, when and how the original "ancestors" were born are several different versions in their legends, originating from several different tribes.

"In the beginning, there were no gods in their legends...... It was less than a thousand years ago that there was a claim that 'they were creatures created by the gods with mercy and vigilance', but it is not clear whether this claim comes from the barbarians themselves, or from the speculation of elves or humans......"

Is's voice lowered—thousands of years had passed since the Battle of Alamit, and there were few dragons left, so naturally he was in no mood to care about this anymore.

After telling its story, Bing Mang looked at the female pastor who listened very seriously, and even sat cross-legged on the ground, took out a pen and paper to record, and finally couldn't help but ask: "Do you believe what I said?"

It was too far away to tell the story, so far away that a dragon would feel in a trance.

"Why not?" asked Felicity with a smile, "it's just a story, I didn't even ask for 'truth,' did I? And what's the point of deceiving me? Even if there were, no one cared about it now. Let alone...... You're an ice dragon, not a spotted leaf dragon. ”

Ice dragons tend to be cold and lazy, and they are not good at lying.

"So, what does these stories that no one cares about, mean to you?"

Bing Mang, who hadn't had such a long conversation with any creature for a long, long time, couldn't help but ask more.

"I want to write a book. The white-haired priestess replied, "It's full of stories that people have never heard before...... It's called "Distant Mirror", what do you think?"

"Distant Mirror...... There was once such an artifact, and it is said that when you look into it, you can see the most authentic past. ”

"I've heard of that, too. But really, why not the future, but the past? People are always more interested in the future. ”

"It wasn't made for humans...... Because the future is uncertain, the past can be a mirror of the present. ”

"But as far as I know, the past can also be changed. Besides, isn't the 'future' of a certain moment also a 'past' in the more distant future?" Felicity said.

The ice dragon, who was not good at words, was silent, and the female priest who was still unfinished did not dwell on it anymore. They never said goodbye to each other and never saw each other again.

"My mother...... She doesn't hate Felicity, even if she's human - even if she's cunning, greedy, and ulterior motives like all humans. Isis said.

He inherited memories rather than consciousness, but a hundred years later, he can still feel a trace of nostalgia from those still vivid images. For an ice dragon who is lonely to the point of despair, that brief and peaceful exchange has an unforgettable warm color.

“...... Listening to the story and writing a book is also 'cunning and greedy, with ulterior motives?'" Ed argued Felicity in a small voice.

Iss glanced at him disdainfully, "Without her help, those dwarves might not have been able to take my mother's lair so easily. And with a few words she persuaded the dwarves to let it go, and she got not only the 'story' she wanted, but also the 'friendship and respect' of the Black Rock dwarves, and the 'gifts' they had chosen from my mother's treasures...... Isn't she earning enough?"

Ed was silent. For a moment, he thought Felicity was a little cunning, but he quickly realized that it was ...... "evil dragon" after all.

Felicity's approach to a dragon is already quite friendly - he can't compare himself to himself. They rarely talked about it, but they knew very well in each other's hearts that if Iss hadn't had the dozen years he had as a human being...... Never loved and protected by humans for more than ten years, the Crystal Crown and the Son of Iceman, a proud ice dragon whose mother died at the hands of human adventurers, could not have befriended Ed Singall, a merchant and descendant of a declining aristocracy.

More likely, it will become a veritable "symbol of evil" with hatred.

"But if you're going to ask her what she's doing this book for......" Is's gaze swept over his slightly embarrassed friend's face, and he shifted the subject a little stiffly, "I don't think she could have said anything about her purpose." ”

Ed tacitly lifted a face that turned embarrassment into doubt.

"The old man...... Inglis," said Is, "has a notebook of more or less this, and it is a jumbled story, some even fragments. I asked him what it was all about, and he said...... I don't know. ”

Those questions that he wrote down casually were the fragments of the picture that he had not yet pieced together, and the answers that he had not yet found, perhaps just a certain detail that touched him, but they were only fleeting and indistinct, so he could only write them down first and see if there was an opportunity for him to get something useful from them.

Ed unconsciously rubbed his aching neck and looked down at the book he had opened less than a quarter of the way through. He thought he could understand Felicity's reluctance to sign it—the name of the Sage would cause every story in the book to be over-interpreted from all angles, which might have led to some answers, but also more likely to cause all sorts of trouble due to misunderstandings.

But Ikabard...... And Brooke, and perhaps Sean, must have found something out of it...... At least what they think is the right thing.

He has an easier way to be sure.

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