"That's right, ancient...... Mysterious Investigation Institute. I've always known that you were working in this direction, so I especially recommend it to you. One more thing, of course, it's up to you whether you agree to it or not. Shamon said, suddenly looking at Wright with a flattering expression.

This feeling made him, a former imperial soldier with little fame and status, a little awkward.

"What's the matter? If it's illegal, I won't do it. You know, the Imperial Capital executes those who have committed the death penalty every day, and even if you are caught in prison, it will be enough for you. Wright said with disdain.

"No, no, it's not illegal. Shamon hurriedly explained:

"I just wish you could stay here a few more days. It's best not to wander around the desert and snow like those adventurers, you know, our town has just been taken seriously by the upper council of the Empire, and it seems that it won't be long before it becomes a new military powerhouse. Maybe three years, maybe five years, and you don't want to see a city as bustling as Bing Lindu here?" Shamon continued to advise, even taking off the felt hat that the official was wearing on his head, in order to get closer to him.

"I'm sure I'll stay, but what can I do as a soldier who has just left the army? Wright laughed to himself, turning his head to look at the electric street lights that had just been installed.

"There's so much you can do. Join the town's vigilantes, or use your university knowledge to help us trade, or draw some drawings and do some construction or something, as long as it's not illegal. Ha ha. Shamon said with a smile, and in Wright's impression, he seemed to have this temper.

"Trade, well, are there any merchants from the countries of the South here?" Wright said with a sudden curiosity.

"Not before, you know, thirty years ago, when the southern nations were strong, they always regarded us as imaginary enemies, but since her collapse, we have gradually prospered in trade with them. Moreover, I heard that the empire was also going to build a railway line directly to the capital of the empire in the south. Shamon said, his face full of pride.

After all, the town has only developed from him, from a small village to a town that can become a city-level existence just a foot away.

"That's great, it's easy to buy something. Wright whispered, turned his head and continued to smile at Shamon:

"It's also convenient to sell something. At least I won't be short of money to work here. ”

"Money is such a thing, as long as you work hard, you will have it. Work people, work souls, work hard to become people, isn't it? Shamon said, patting Wright on the shoulder, giving him a meaningful look, and leaving without looking back.

"I believe you have ghosts. Wright cursed, turning back into the room.

He didn't want to continue the busy life in the army, nor did he want to deal with mysterious things all day like in college, and he couldn't tell whether it was day or night, he came to this town in addition to wanting to rest for a while and study some mysterious things by the way, there was another important thing.

After closing the faded blue-painted iron door, Wright lit the kerosene lamp from last night in the slightly dimly lit room.

Since his room was not facing the sun, he could only feel some darkness during the early morning period, and could not greet the morning sun like some people in the town.

With the help of a kerosene lamp and some pitiful light from outside, Wright rummaged through his backpack for an old drawing.

Twenty years ago, a merchant from the western continent brought with him a mysterious device that could quickly draw patterns in front of him, but it was not widely used in this declining country.

In addition, in the extremely cold weather of the northern part of the empire, the camera was too bulky (large and complicated to operate), and the people who went on expeditions carried more things, so they were not considered the first choice.

So, after Wright cleaned the bag of necessary and unnecessary things, he found an old picture with wrinkles and a cracked skin.

"Dragons, this mysterious creature, although I don't believe that he really exists, I still want to find out what he really is. Those humans who have been genetically invaded by birds are not true dragons, and legend has it that the real dragons will be powerful species that have come into contact with the two ordinal gods. And those human beings who call themselves dragons have never even seen the shadow of a god. Wright teased, scrutinizing every detail of the drawing.

He didn't have much time to look at the picture brought to him by a friend who studied ancient creatures before he came out of Ice City, but now, not to mention how thoroughly he studied, at least he memorized many details, and analyzed them in combination with the things described in the legendary ruins here, he could always get some results.

Thinking of this, Wright carefully examined the drawing from top to bottom, and he didn't want to let go of any detail.

It was a war, Wright's first thought.

In the center of the picture is a stone pillar that stretches across the entire picture, and he paints it with some precision, but it does not seem to be a pure product of this era.

Because of its central position and the fact that the painter deliberately magnified it to a position that did not belong to him, Wright's attention was immediately drawn to it.

"What's the mindset of the painter?" Wright guessed, getting up and sitting down in a mahogany chair to continue looking.

"This is the legendary dragon, is this a human?" Wright muttered to himself, staring at the picture.

The two sides of the pillar were clearly divided into two camps, and on the left was a human man with a sword held high, about forty years old, in Wright's opinion, and his sword had been touched with a few lines of red paint, which was considered dragon's blood.

But to the right of the stone pillar, under the breath of lava, were two huge dragons.

It's just that the black one has begun to stick out its tongue, and it looks like it is dead no more, and the red dragon is opening its mouth, as if shouting something.

After viewing the main characters, Wright chose to move on to the other details of the drawing.

He found that the color of the sky in the picture was not blue, but an extreme red, but much lighter than blood, which should be the color of the sunset.

And those humans who were staring at the dragon behind them, their injuries still glowing with some faint red light, and Wright guessed that it might be the power of the demonic source.

"It's a kind of historical description, but that's not what the guy who gave me stuff said. Wright flipped the picture over and continued:

He said it was taken from the ruins of a mountain covered with snow and ice to the north, but the person who transcribed it didn't know who. It also left a prophecy that 'if someone cracks the content of this picture, they can get the power of the dragons', but no one knows what it represents. ”

Seeing this, Wright was slightly disappointed.

However, his eyes and attention shifted to the words on the back of the drawing.

Stroking the drawings and the full square words, Wright felt a strange but somewhat familiar feeling in his heart.

This is the script of the Burning Empire to the south, and the unique charm of the square word and the complexity of the individual representing the same meaning are interspersed with, and Wright prefers the alphabet of Avontele or Cruz.

Although the basic spelling of both scripts is now made of the sacred alphabet.

Since this type of writing has been dismissed, and since it is not uncommon for people from the Flame Empire to the south to be found in the two important cities of Shamonta and Ice City, Wright's use of this type of writing is still readable, if not perfect.

It's just that his accent is the same as that of other people in the Greater Winterley area, and there is a feeling that he is not a person who uses this kind of writing when he hears it.

After summoning a clean blank sheet of paper and preparing the absorbent pen and ink, Wright began to transcribe and translate the words.

"Anpoch Seventy-Two: Mysterious things are born out of the incomprehensible. Once you've found clues from the mystery, you may be able to come into contact with the products left behind by the gods. In the ridiculous dreams of the Creator, we once searched for the world as it was. But unfortunately, we are born in darkness, and our efforts are like being bound by an invisible hand, which can never change anything. If you can make any difference in this world, then it will all be worth it. - "Dragonbook"

"These philosophical words are too profound, and I think I'd better go, well, Shamon to my ancient occult institute. The people there may be able to answer the question. Wright muttered to himself with some disappointment, and after putting the drawing in the bottom of the drawer, and after putting away the absorbent pen and ink, he folded the white paper four times and put it in his jacket pocket.

"No. 29 New Era Road, Mr. Timod Socrates?" Wright said, patting his head with a puzzled expression, as he read the message on the card.

He doesn't know where this new era is!

Fortunately, although he was not familiar with the direction of the town's expansion and planning six years later, he still had a few silver coins engraved with fire and ice in his pocket, and after handing one of them to a coachman, he finally reached his destination after fifteen minutes of jolting.

"Thank you. Wright did not forget to thank the driver.

"It's okay, call me next time you need to. The coachman said with a smile and drove the carriage away.

As soon as he got out of the car and looked around, Wright saw the slightly dilapidated small building with the sign "Ancient Mystery Investigation Institute" written on it.

Wright took a deep breath, and just as he was about to knock on the door, there was a childlike laughter behind him.

"Uncle Rick, old man, lame and dirty. ”