The diary is very long, recording the process of her grandmother's gradual growth from an ignorant girl, and that inexplicable affection makes Connie's mood flutter with it.

The bonds and separations between the grandmother and the master are less like a pair of lovers, but more like a contest between a wanderer and a follower.

They never showed their hearts to each other, and even dialogue was extremely limited.

Because every conversation will be recorded in the diary in detail, even including his demeanor and tone when he speaks, as if to remember his voice and appearance together.

Her grandmother was humble.

But he is also doing all this happily and happily, as if he is chasing faith.

Connie had heard her grandmother tell stories about the unpublished more than once when she was a child.

But she never knew that in the stories told by her grandmother, she was a close-up observer, if not an eyewitness.

And in my grandmother's diary, the increasingly powerful master used to be so domineering, but he also had tenderness.

Halfway through the first diary, Connie came to her senses, judging from the time, she should probably flip through the diary backwards to find the diary related to his brother sooner.

However, just as Connie closed her notebook, she stumbled upon a scribbled page of her diary.

My grandmother's handwriting is very beautiful, and there are few corrections in the diary.

But the page of the diary was scribbled and messy, with a few entire lines of alterations, and the pen almost pierced through the paper like a bloody book written on the strip of cloth.

"What's going on?" Connie looked at the scribbled handwriting, almost feeling her grandmother's fear, and looked at it with some uneasiness.

"Crazy! Lose your marbles! They're all crazy......

They were dancing horribly around the altar, shouting strange noises from their mouths.

On the gallows hung many miserable people, all of them...... Even the children had strange and excited smiles on their faces, and their red eyes seemed to be possessed by the devil, and they jumped and screamed tirelessly.

A terrible shadow hung over the entire tribe of Elba, and in that shadow I seemed to see something indescribable, with an octopus-like head, with ...... (A chaotic scribble, with pen and ink covering almost all the text)

That must be the devil!

They worship evil gods, sell their souls to the devil, and then fall into madness.

They spotted us and started rushing at us......

They wanted to eat us, and through their eyes, I could be sure they were treating us for food.

Rex stood in front of me and told them to back off.

But they were indifferent to it, like hungry wolves, still coming at us.

I saw the terrible presence in the shadows that seemed to be staring at us, and the moment I looked at each other, I saw death, and I saw an incomparably ancient and vast world, where ...... (It's still a heavy scribble, and only a few words such as giant city and sea surface are faintly recognizable.) ）

He's dead......

All of them died......

They began to kill each other in their madness, and Rex fled with me to high places.

We heard the horror of the valley, I could feel his fear, we snuggled together, but felt the fear and the cold from each other.

The terrible sound continued until the early hours of the next morning, and the shadow that hung over the Eba tribe had dissipated.

We returned to the valley again and saw an extremely horrible scene......

Almost the entire tribe died, and the death was extremely miserable, most of them should have died from biting each other, and there was hardly a complete corpse in sight.

But there are still some people who are not dead, they smell us and attack us again in a frenzy.

This time, Rex didn't run away.

He killed the orcs who had fallen into madness, then lit a fire and fled with me......

The devil in the shadows killed everyone in the Eba tribe......

It's a terrible deal...... Terrible Sacrifice ......

……”

The diary came to an abrupt end, and Connie slowly put the diary on her lap, only to feel that her back and forehead were already wet with cold sweat, and her heart was full of fear, and the terrible scene kept coming to her mind.

It turned out that the Eba tribe was not slaughtered by the master, but was destroyed by a strange and terrible sacrifice.

It's just that the only two witnesses to this incident did not tell the truth.

Perhaps the presence glimpsed in the shadows was too terrifying for them to mention to the outside world, even at the cost of bearing the notoriety of murderous maniacs.

"What is the devil in the shadows?" Connie frowned in thought, hesitated, and continued to scroll down the journal.

For the next many days, the diary was not updated, and occasionally there was a sentence or two, all of which read: "I dreamed of that terrible place again today......

The diary did not record what the dream was, but her grandmother had been haunted by it for a year before starting to keep a new diary.

The Publisher became notorious for slaughtering the Eba tribe, and even during the chaotic years of tribal warfare, he became the public enemy of the orc tribe.

As a result, the grandmother was grounded by her great-grandfather and was not allowed to leave the tribe.

This three-year chase seems to have come to an end.

Just as he sent her to the cliff outside the tribe that day, and looked at the sunset and said, "Perhaps, we will not meet again." ”

Grandmother hasn't seen him since.

Of course, there are very few people in this world who see him again.

Three years later, she married the youngest and bravest warrior of the tribe, who later became the chieftain of the tribe, his grandfather.

Life after marriage was calm and elegant, there was no madness or danger, and she never left the tribe again.

The diary is like flowing water, and there is a bit of happiness in the plain, but compared with before, it seems to be a little less flavorful.

The major events of the Falk tribe and the familiar names of Connie appear in the diary, but she is like a passerby, recording all this calmly, without throbbing.

Rex's name, along with that terrible night, never appeared in the journal again.

Connie put down the first diary, picked up the third, and flipped straight to the middle and back.

When she saw her birth, her grandmother seemed very happy, but the diary reads: "It's a dark and ugly little guy, but what can I do, after all, it's my granddaughter, I hope I can become more beautiful when I grow up." Xiaokangni, this name was given to you by your grandmother, grow up quickly, and you must see the outside world in the future. ”

"Uh......" Connie looked at the dark and ugly description, was silent for a long time, and then silently turned the page.

In the following diary, she became the most frequent character, learning to speak, walking, and changing teeth for the first time...... can all be found in my grandmother's diary.

Tears slipped from the corners of Connie's eyes and snapped down on the delicate handwriting on the parchment.

Flipping back, suddenly, the style of the page was repeated again, and the scribbled handwriting reappeared.

"Ferdinand killed the dog and hung him on the gallows, a presence in the shadows...... There are ...... again"

……