"The Battle of Byrne?"

When you hear this term.

Fang Yuan's gaze moved down quietly, and he couldn't help but look at the sleeves of his alchemist's coat, where the cuffs were sharpened and hairy, and there were two thin copper rings on them, inlaid with three dark copper-colored gears.

Fenris's battle is still fresh in his memory, and the power of the spell seems to have left a burning mark there, seeping into the intertwined threads. Of course, he knew in his heart that this was the first set of coats that Sylvade had prepared for him, and it could not be the one that Fenris was wearing underground at that time.

But when he thought of the Battle of Byrne, he subconsciously thought of that battle, the most difficult battle he had ever experienced in Aitalia.

The old man's voice pulled him back to reality: "Yes, have you heard about the origin of that war? ”

Fang Yu withdrew his gaze from his cuffs and replied earnestly, "I've heard a little, Mr. Arfan. ”

"I guess so," said the old man, raising his gray eyebrows, and every crooked wrinkle seemed to contain an inexhaustible source of wisdom, and his brown eyes were full of energy, "but you must not know more." ”

"Oh?" Fang Yu asked a little unconvinced: "How can you say that you know enough?" ”

"Look," the old man's eyes curled, "it's good to be young and vigorous, and I've had such a time, but you should understand that knowledge is like all kinds of fragments, in the hands of different people. Even talking to a farmer can often be very helpful. ”

Fang Yu calmed down a little and asked in a modest tone, "So what kind of different story does Mr. Arfan plan to tell us?" ”

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at him with great satisfaction. "It looks like you're not quite like everyone else." He said a word, but he stopped dwelling on the subject, and spoke to himself.

"Now that you know something, I don't need to go into the ins and outs. When an island rises from beneath the abyssal sea, it is filled with treasures from the time of Sinsas, in addition to the most vulgar gold and silver jewels, agate and jade, the real value is naturally those innumerable artifacts and handscrolls, ancient stone tablets, among which, of course, include the long scrolls of the abyssal sea. ”

"You may not know it, but that is the largest and most complete record of the Abyssal Scroll Slate in the last two centuries. The scholars of the Silver Tower even gave them a special name called 'Nognes Slabs', and guess who was the first to see them, the Kaurin-Ishurian, or the Otsyrians? ”

Fang Yu listened calmly, and his mind couldn't help but flow through the scenes that were happening under Fenris, and he replied very calmly, "I guess not, it's an independent adventure group. ”

The old man looked at him in surprise.

Then he laughed, patted the arm of the chair lightly and said, "It seems that you are not lying, you really know a lot more than the average person." It was an indie party, but not many people remember their names anymore - whether they were called 'Dawn Star' or 'Dawn Star', hey, they're old - but for the most part, I'm pretty confident in my memory. By the way, they are also your Chosen One. ”

"But it doesn't matter," said the old man, clinging to the center and suspense of events like a good storyteller, "They were the first to discover the island, and the first to land on it, and they did get the 'Nognes tablets,' for one of them was an alchemist, and recognized the value of the tablets." He rubbed down the slate, and that's what you see today—"

It's just that after he finished saying this, he was surprised to find that the center of everyone's attention did not seem to be above his 'story'. Except for the middle-aged craftsman, almost everyone looked back and looked at Fang Yuan.

Fang Yu pressed his hands on his knees and looked at the old man intently, his face not showing the slightest abnormal color. He tried to ask in a very normal tone, "Dawn Morning Star?" ”

The old man gave them a meaningful look, rubbed his chin with his hand, and replied slowly, "Maybe it's not right, it should be the 'Dawn Star'." ”

"But I've heard of that party too, and it doesn't seem to be the name."

"And what's its name?" The old man asked rhetorically.

Fang Yu thought for a moment, but couldn't answer for a while.

"You don't know," the old man looked at him with saggerent eyes, "because it is an answer hidden in history, it is insignificant, so not many people know about it—many people remember the 'body of God' and nothing else. It's normal, people are always forgetful. ”

But he smiled slightly: "But I can tell you this answer unequivocally, they are the first adventure group to land on that island, a team of the Chosen One, who accidentally participated in this historical event, isn't it wonderful?" ”

Fang Yu lowered his eyelids, and replied with great restraint, "But the Dawn Star—I seem to have heard that name somewhere. ”

The old man was noncommittal: "It's just a very common name. Whether it's 'Dawn Star' or 'Dawn Star', it means hope, which is a rather flattering name among mercenaries and adventure groups. You've seen the same, and it's not surprising. ”

“…… Mr. Arfan, you mean it was once dissolved. ”

The old man smiled playfully, and replied subtly, "After such a thing, of course it will not be safe again. But we digress, this team is not the center of our attention, don't you think? ”

Fang Yu nodded slowly.

Sylvide was looking back.

A hint of worry flashed in her watery blue eyes, and she quietly reached out and grabbed his wrist from behind.

But Fang Ou turned back and gave her a reassuring look—in fact, he had known that Quelod and Miss Scarpe had gone through the battle of Byrne, and that Mr. Quelod had spoken to him that night, and it seemed to have a certain meaning with it—and of course he was a little surprised:

If that's the Star of Dawn—

But at the same time, a trace of doubt flashed in Fang Yu's heart: it was like a shadow of the past, overlapping with the shadow of the present, and made him frown slightly—he seemed to have heard this story somewhere. But on second thought, he had indeed heard the story of the Dawn Star.

And not only did I hear about it, but I also participated in it.

He put the thought aside and continued to listen quietly.

The old man put down the teacup in his hand and continued: "Where did you just go? By the way, the slates, they rubbed those slates, but there was a disagreement on what to do with the slates. They wanted to monopolize that knowledge, but they couldn't take that many tablets with them, and the best way was to destroy them, so that the manuscripts in their hands would naturally become unique knowledge. ”

Fang Yu frowned when he heard this, he had the impression that Miss Scapet and Mr. Quelode were not such people. But in all matters involving the 'Dawn Star', he showed an extraordinary maturity, and only asked lightly:

"Mr. Arfan, what about later?"

"I don't know," the old man's gray eyebrows raised, and he spread his hand and sold it, "Anyway, no one has ever seen those stone tablets, but those Chosen ones have not benefited much, and as far as I know, those rubbings have changed hands several times and have not remained in the hands of their original owners." And that little adventuring party ended up being obscure, and not many people remembered the names of those people, not even the alchemist who copied the tablets. ”

Fang Yu didn't answer immediately, because it was very logical: a small adventuring group wanted to monopolize such important knowledge, whether it was the Dragon Worship Sect hidden in the shadows, or the large and small Elector Guilds, how could they easily let them go. Moreover, soon after that, the 'Seventh Ban' was promulgated.

That's right, 'Prohibition No. 7'.

At this moment, a small spiritual light suddenly crossed his mind-

He raised his head, and suddenly realized who the old man was talking about, other than the scholars, alchemists, and the Dragon Worship Sect, who were the third party forces related to the 'Abyssal Sea Long Scroll'.

The old man looked at him and smiled slightly: "It seems that you guessed." ”

Fang Yu's eyes couldn't help but show a complicated look.

"I said," Red also spoke at this point, "little one, what are you guys playing again?" ”

The Lion-Man Paladin rubbed the bundle of beard on his chin with his huge claws, twisted a copper hoop, and squinted at the two of them.

Fang Ou looked back at Red and Attila, adventure and market affairs could hardly stump the paladin from Rotao, but history, especially the history of the Elector, was not. He replied in a near-indiscernible voice:

"Alliance."

As for which alliance it is, there is no need to say much.

The big cat man's silver-gray eyes immediately showed an interesting gaze.

Sylvid was equally thoughtful, but didn't speak. Only Attila kept her calm look.

Only then did Fang Yu stand up from his position and salute the old man: "Mr. Arvan, thank you very much for telling us this, I think we have enough information. ”

The old man looked at him with clear, perceptive eyes and asked, "Leaving you?" Looks like you've got eyebrows? ”

Fang Yu nodded slowly.

There was a hint of a smile in the old man's eyes, and he joked: "Actually, I have some information about those slave merchants here, and my experience of escaping from them is not simple at all. ”

Fang Yu also smiled when he heard this, he pulled the collar of his coat with his hand, and replied politely, "Wait for next time, Mr. Arfan." Those are just insignificant. ”

"Seems you get the idea, well, then I'll tell you this wonderful story next time—well, when you've got the others out," the old man paused and asked again, "what are you going to do about it?" ”

Fang Yu thought for a moment: "I'm going to go to the place where they settled first. ”

"Good choice." The old man replied.

Fang Yu then looked at the middle-aged craftsman and signaled that they could leave.

The middle-aged man hadn't understood the conversation between the two at all since half of the time, but he had never seen anyone who could talk to this old man so speculatively. Although the other party has never identified himself so far, at least in the field of knowledge, the other party knows a lot.

Her Royal Highness the Celestial Princess once compared to her own court teacher, and she was far inferior to the other party. Out of this consideration, his opinion of Fang Yu is also a little unfathomable.

Seeing that Fang Yu looked at him, the middle-aged man didn't dare to slack off, nodded and prepared to leave.

But it was at this time that the old man stopped them.

Fang Yu couldn't help but look back again.

I saw that the old man's gray brows were gathered, and he was looking at him with a light brown gaze, a little seriously, and opened his mouth to ask—something that everyone present did not understand except him: "Are you studying those things?" ”

Fang Yu wanted to deny it for the first time.

But he thought about it for a while, but finally met the other party's gaze, and did not choose to lie, only nodded slowly.

"Do you see anything?"

Fang Yu chose to tell the truth: "I didn't understand. ”

Indeed, he never understood.

The old man raised his eyebrows and replied to himself, "That's a matter of course......"

……

Leaving the underground and bidding farewell to the middle-aged craftsman, Fang Yu hurried to the slave trader's recent settlement in Tansnir.

This time, it was Abed who sent them to that place, still on the same two 'Bergo' pack beasts last time—and Sky Blue, Ai Xiaoxiao, and the others, although they had not entered the manor, were now waiting on the wide back of the pack beasts, eager to wear them. Even Pasha was there, and when he saw Fang Ou come out of the manor, he came to the pack beast and hurriedly threw down a soft ladder.

"Thanks, Pasha."

"You're welcome, Mr. Ed." Pasha replied quietly.

After these days of cultivation, the little boy looks much healthier than before, no longer skinny, and his eyes have regained their looks. At the Seven Seas Brigade, everyone treated him well, and Pasha was very satisfied with his situation.

Fang Yu took the soft ladder and shook his head. He insisted on involving Pasha in this mission, and the intention was to show the other party that Kaurin-Ishurian had no slaves today—only a few outlaws, but those people would eventually be punished.

He tried many methods, but he couldn't change Pasha's inherent thoughts - not to mention that the aristocratic daughter often engaged in a little 'feudal restoration', which made people cry and laugh, but Pasha respected and obeyed her. He had no choice but to try to subtly let Pasha watch the world change little by little.

Let him understand that the past is a thing of the past.

Aitalia profoundly affected the Earth, but the Earth also profoundly changed Aitalia –

But he was about to climb on Bergo's back when the big cat man asked from behind, "Ed." ”

Fang Yuan's hand movement stopped, and he turned around.

The Lionman Paladin put his shield and scepter behind his back, walked over to him, and said, "What do you think, you can tell the others, the Seven Seas Brigade is a collective ......" He turned his head sideways: "Of course, we trust that you will be right, but you understand that the captain should make his crew feel ...... at ease"

Fang Yu understood the meaning of the other party's words, he shook his head and replied, "Actually, it's nothing, Mr. Rhett - I just made a little unexpected discovery about those things, but it should have nothing to do with this matter, so I didn't say anything......

Indeed, he didn't actually understand the Abyssal Sea Scrolls at all, but he was surprised to find that they could increase computing power. This was great news for him, of course, but it had little meaning for the event itself.

The big cat man nodded, patted him on the shoulder with his paws, and climbed up first.

Then there was Attila, and Miss Elf came up and looked at him carefully, and then stopped.

Fang Yu looked at her with some surprise and asked, "Miss Attila, what's wrong?" ”

"Nothing," Miss Elf shook her head, "you've learned to be on your own, Eddard." ”

Fang Yu looked at her expression, but heard a hint of extraneous meaning: "Miss Attila? ”

"Growing up is a good thing," Attila sighed, "I just think of ......"

Fang Yu couldn't help but close his mouth and stopped talking.

But he couldn't help but wonder in his heart what kind of person Miss Attila's younger brother was when he was alive. The other party is a tree elf, is it really that similar to himself?

'Bergo' stepped forward into the middle of the city, and Sky Blue and Luo Yu were asking about what had happened to the big cat man. The ship's attendant sat with his back to him, and after a long while, the other party suddenly asked, "Captain, about the Dawn Star?" ”

"Nothing, don't worry."

Fang Yu replied.

He was just a little unsure, had Miss Scarpe and Mister Quelod really experienced something like that? Everything the old man described seemed to be a slight deviation from the 'Dawn Star' in his cognition. But has that changed over the past decade, or is it just a coincidental name?

In the elven ruins that day, Mr. Quilrod's words to him seemed to have a deeper meaning. What did he and Miss Scapet really go through in 'The Battle of Byrne'? It was a great battle, but it seemed enough to leave such a deep memory on the Elect.

He had another vague thought in his mind, always feeling that he had heard the same story there.

Sylvide turned her head and looked at his side face with a little blur and silence with her shallow eyes.

Fang Yu gently held the hand of his ship's officer—

It didn't take long for 'Bergo' to reach its destination.

Tang Xin, Ai Xiaoxiao, Box, Parker, Luo Hao and a group of guards were already waiting for them there.

After Fang Yu got off the pack beast, he pulled his cousin aside and asked the other party a little seriously:

"Sugar Candy."

"Brother, what's wrong?" Tang Xin looked at him a little strangely, she had rarely seen the other party look so serious.

"Do you remember the name Dawnstar?"

Tang Xin couldn't help but roll her eyes, reached out and touched her cousin's forehead.

"Brother, do you have a fever?"

……