Most well-educated people have some sense of awe when they are confronted with ancient ruins that carry a long history. This instinctive cultural habit also applies to Link, but that doesn't stop Link from continuing with his plan.

Anyway...... It's not the history I once had, either.

Link said to himself, to ease the lingering guilt in his heart a little.

Although there is no mention of any relationship between this tower and the cloister of the Temple of the Three Pillars in Link's memory, the gods are here, the tower is here, and Reggie Rock is buried in the desert...... Maybe it helps.

The Tower of Phantoms is undoubtedly very old, and because it is old, it is fragile. The method of destroying it in memory is not necessarily feasible, but it at least shows that there is a real possibility that the tower could be destroyed due to some personal factors.

So in the night, Link stepped out of the tent. The sand underneath your feet sinks slightly, and the desert at night is not even much warmer than the Twin Islands, and this unpleasant environment makes the Tower of Phantoms no longer as visible as it is during the day. Link took a deep breath and looked around cautiously towards the tower's door.

"What do you want to do in the middle of the night, Link. ”

Just as Link walked half a step away from the entrance of the Phantom Tower, Zhulan's voice was very unwelcome in his ears.

It's really a day of the day...... Link looked up to the sky and covered his face, which seemed very sneaky at the moment, and then turned around helplessly.

"Aren't you curious?" said Link's eyes with an expectant glint as he lowered the hand that was covering his face.

"This is an ancient relic that few people can encounter, it exists like a mirage, and there is no record of it in the knowledge that my parents left me, not to mention that it may have some connection with the legendary elves......"

This seems to be a very convincing reason, Zhulan looked at the somewhat excited Link in front of her - it was only reasonable to sneak out of the danger behind the back of the division commander to dig out the secret.

"But...... Is it really good to sneak around like this?"

Something seems wrong?

Something must be wrong!

Zhulan thought for sure that when he was excavating during the day, Link was eager to pick and choose. But she didn't know how to express it, so she decided—

"No matter, count me in!"

Don't!!

"Let's go. Link rushed forward in a rage, took Zhulan's hand and dragged her into the Tower of Phantoms.

The moonlight spilled into the interior of the tower through the window on the tower, and the muddy yellow tower was paved with this layer of silver-white moonlight, exuding a trace of magnificent temperament. Link led Zhulan to climb the half-collapsed yellow mud bricks lightly, and finally came to the second floor of the Phantom Tower, which no one dared to set foot in this expedition.

"Here...... It's not what I imagined. Looking at the various things on the second floor, Link suddenly could not maintain the gaze of a prophet who was beyond the object, and for the time being, he could not analyze all kinds of scenes with the professional eyes of a scholar.

"What an amazing place. Zhulan couldn't help but admire.

Everyone is a person who understands art, and Zhulan is the granddaughter of the director of the ENN Museum, Lin Ke...... Well, he's nothing, but at least as an adult, he can't "appreciate" all kinds of art, and he still has the ability to "appreciate".

The scenery of the second floor and the first floor is very different, and the first floor is like the ruins of a pauper's adobe house that has been abandoned for hundreds of years, and this second floor is ......

It is a craft that cannot be said to be relief or basket carving, and the simple, rounded, clear lines outline various patterns, as well as the concave dots arranged in a neat and orderly manner between the patterns, creating a primitive beauty, and it is certain that it contains a lot of valuable information.

Zhulan was completely intrigued, and she couldn't help but approach the patterns, wanting to reach out and touch them gently.

Then she froze for a moment—a gentle grip came from the palm of her hand. Zhulan didn't realize when her hand was taken by that guy, and it was taken away for so long.

Link also felt that the soft hand in his palm had just moved out of his grasp, so he shook it very firmly and harder to express his thoughts.

Well, although I don't really want to attack you, but it's so cold in the desert night, how nice it is to warm each other, and such a soft and delicate hand, how can you let go of it casually if it is so comfortable to pinch! Link found a reason for himself, and desperately suppressed the desire to further rub this kind of behavior that would be beaten.

"I should have seen these words. In order to divert Zhulan's attention, Link chose to blow the most auditory impact, but in a sense, he had really seen this kind of speckled text.

"Really? are you sure?" Zhulan, who wanted to continue struggling, immediately ignored the strangeness in her hand, quickly turned around, and pressed her face closer to Link's head.

"In my parents' records of the classification of the Fangyuan Continent, this kind of writing was seen in the mountains and forests west of Shuijing City and south of Yinyu Array. In a short period of time, Link didn't have time to make up nonsense that was logically rigorous enough to fool Zhulan, so he fooled around with the theoretical truth first.

"Your ...... Parents?" Zhulan's brow furrowed slightly, but the corners of her mouth were slightly curved - Link had rarely taken the initiative to mention his parents all along.

"Yes...... My parents. Link put on a solemn look

"My father was a very good explorer, and my mother was a non-professional elven researcher, and what made them come together was that they were very low-key. Also, they don't like to share their research with others, except for people close to them. Link emphasized the part of "I don't like to share with others" to show that Zhulan should not spread the word.

Zhulan, on the other hand, focused on the word "very close person", so much so that she turned her face sideways in embarrassment and unnaturalness.

"Thank you for trusting me so much. Zhulan's voice was very soft and thin.

"If you can't even be trusted......" Link's answer was unfinished.

To be honest, Link enjoyed the eerie atmosphere, but he instinctively felt that it was easy to get away with.

"Zhulan, do you remember the newly built exhibition hall in Shuijing City?" Link asked Zhulan, pointing to a pattern on the wall.

Let's change the subject.

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ps: Last week's public food was made up, this week's efforts are underway, and it will be sent tonight but the prophet does not guarantee it before 0 o'clock.