The fifty-sixth day into the eternal world.

When summer comes, the air is hot and dry in an instant, and along with this disturbing weather, there is also a sullen mood for everyone.

"Maybe I should have told you the truth sooner." The rest of the companions sat around the old grandmother, who was silent all night, everyone eager to know some facts. "Alas—I didn't think that I was for everyone's good, and in the end, even Wigford left me."

"Grandma, it's not your fault!" Willow shouted in support.

"Forget it, forget it," said Granny Vikbarton, helplessly, "I'll tell you everything I know." ”

Wilson knew that maybe he would know the facts, and he focused. Not only Wilson, but also Chef Wally, Wolfgang, and even Little Spider and Walter were staring wide-eyed.

The old grandmother said: "Actually, I know that this world exists. I mean, in our original world, I already knew that there was such a wonderful, dark, dangerous, giant-ruled world. ”

Willow shushed and motioned for Wilson not to rush to ask.

"I told you that I am a librarian, and you have seen my precious books." The old lady showed her green-covered book, "As Maxwell, the cunning, treacherous fellow said, it contains all the secrets of this continent, the eternal realm, and I really didn't share it with you. But this is out of frustration and secrecy, not to say that I am selfish or hidden, and - for other purposes. ”

"We believe in you! I don't believe that magician's nonsense! ”

"Well, if only everyone else thought so. I work in a library, which is called a library, but it is actually a small attic with hundreds or thousands of old books, and I have worked there for half my life, and if I hadn't come across this book, I might not have come to this world, but because of my curiosity, the curiosity of an old man, it buried me. This is a history book, and it is also a magic book, which records the history of the eternal realm, starting with the rise and fall of the Zerg in ancient times, and ending with the coexistence of the old gods and shadows; It's magical, and I can read and make all the crops grow like crazy until they ripen. Don't ask me how the hell I found it, this book has already cost me, I am a person who never sleeps, insomnia will stay with me for the rest of my life, magic is not a treasure, I would rather be an ordinary person. ”

"Ma'am, you mean, you know magic?" Wally asked cautiously.

"That's right, magic," the old grandmother closed her eyes, "an ability that already disgusts me." ”

"When you say pay the price, you mean that insomnia is the price of magic?" Wilson seemed to understand something.

"Yes, but not only that, it's a sacrifice I made to get magic, an irreversible sacrifice." The old woman spread out the book, "So I don't want to mention it, it's my private secret, think about it, an old man, suddenly see an extraordinary, magical strange book, even if it will pay some price, in order to obtain this ability, he will choose to accept, and even, do some ulterior things." ”

"What do you mean—"

"Don't ask this!" Willow interrupts Wilson.

The old lady also glanced meaningfully into the distance, "As for Maxwell's questioning, Willow's bear and the miner's lamp hat are indeed magical items, and I can't explain how to fix the doll, nor can I explain why the miner's lamp hat uses fireflies as fuel, which is supposed to be the case." It can be said to be magic, or it can be said to be science - the science that belongs to this world, this is a world where magic and technology coexist. As for the warning of the deer-eyed, I know that the king will come in winter, and it is written that 'the king of winter will awaken at the right time, with the body of a giant, and the power of ice, to scrutinize his land in the bitter cold, to roam freely, and to crush everything that is not eternal.' But it goes on to say, 'It is also possible that he has overslept and missed the time when he should have woken up, when we should all be rejoicing, without the king's winter feast.' So I made the wrong judgment that the deer wouldn't come, and that led to Wigford's death, which was my fault. ”

"But if Maxwell can ask these questions, is his 'Shadow Codex' the same as your book? He also knows the truth, but we are all the way, so why divide everyone? Wilson was puzzled.

"No, I don't understand why he did it, but at least, our books are not the same. And—" the old lady said earnestly, "I now wonder if we're all the way." ”

"Isn't it a goal that everyone has been dragged into this world by nightmares? Speaking of which, why were we chosen by the Shadows? ”