It's been a week since the end of the town's dragon scourge, and most of the townspeople are still wrenched in pain. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoLord Bartomir of Eaton City sent relief supplies, and one of his attendants to preside over the restoration. According to the squire named Atosh, the lord sent a team of soldiers to track down the wyvern, and sent a large number of additional soldiers to the villages and towns in the realm to prevent the wyvern from attacking.

Bartomere began his career as a hired farmer, and as a young man he joined the army of Prince Colvin Showan, and later blocked an arrow for the prince in a battle. After the war, the prince gave his benefactor the name Bartomir and gave him the city of Eton and the surrounding lands. The rugged lord was scarred by his years of military life, and his superb combat skills and skillful military command skills were also achieved, and the fighting power of the garrison of Eton City was the top force in the entire eastern part of the empire, and his humble background also made him deeply aware of the suffering of the common people, and when he was still in Eton City, Colin often saw Lord Viscount alone in a rag shirt in the dark alley wine shop, drinking three copper plates and a glass of spirits, and talking to all kinds of lower classes. There were also days in the month when the Viscount would send some grain in the middle of the night to the door of the poor man he had met in the liquor shop or next to the open bunk. People were so grateful to this powerful and benevolent lord that there was even a theatre company in Eton that performed all kinds of plays about the lord.

However, the viscount in his later years was extremely miserable.

The Viscount had two wives, the first of whom was his wife when he was a farmer, and before he could give birth to a son and a half daughter, the Viscount was killed by the Quentins in his hometown while he was in the army, and the whole village was set on fire. In a fit of rage, the Viscount, who was late for the rescue, led his men to hunt down and kill half of the Quentin, twice his size, and the right half of the chain mail was dyed bright red by the Quentin's blood, after which he became known as the "Quentin Butcher".

The Viscount's second wife was attracted by the Viscount's brave and dedicated feats, and took the initiative to ask for a merchant's daughter named Avia, who accompanied the lord. The viscount was disheartened at first and didn't want to get close to the woman anymore, but Avia had to stay with the viscount even if she was a maid. The long years of war not only brought scars to the viscount, but also left the viscount with many hidden diseases. The viscount's arrow wounded his bones, and the ruthless Quentin assassin quenched poison on the arrow, hoping to poison the prince. Although the arrow was blocked by the viscount and was not fatal, it caused the viscount's right hand to tremble. Approaching middle age, the viscount, whose body is getting worse day by day, almost every joint in his body is aching every rainy day. And it was during the 8 years of the Viscount's illness that Avia, the eldest lady who used to be well-dressed and well-fed, diligently took care of the Viscount's daily life. Eventually, the Viscount no longer had any scruples and proposed to Avia, who died of typhoid fever shortly after the marriage.

has repeatedly lost his beloved wife, has no children under his knees, and is in his twilight years. The iron fist of fate struck the old man who was sick at this moment.

Colin met Bartomir in his later years, and it was the third year after Avia's death, when the Viscount was rarely seen in a "high-end" tavern like "Jimmy's Broken Pocket". The old man still didn't give in, and that day he even danced on stage with Colin's six-stringed instrument for the drinkers. The dust of all love has made him invest more energy in government governance and communication with the people,"

Such a lord, who had only his subjects left in his heart, faced the wreaking havoc of the dragon, and immediately sent the elite troops in the city to various villages and towns in his territory to prevent the tragedy of Grimar from happening again.

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After a period of rest, Colin had fully recovered from his body when he was holding a piece of parchment and was discerning.

"Even the old priests in the city couldn't understand it...... What kind of advanced language is this? ”

Colin hadn't seen any letters like this one before: each word looked long, but there were only six words on the entire sheet. And 6 words is the scale of a simple sentence, and it is impossible to express any complex meaning.

Sauer returned the parchment to Colin after carrying him home, "None of the priests or scholars in the city know this writing, so maybe you can ask the wizard friend you met at the tavern later when you have a chance, and see what he thinks." Sauer said.

Colin naturally wanted to find a wizard to take a look at this mysterious text, but wizards travel all over the world, and ordinary people encounter them by luck, and they are often unattainable.

Pacing around the room with the parchment, it was already the third day that Colin had begun working on it. In the interim, he also consulted books on ancient languages, such as Torini Languages and Etymology and Old World Languages, but it was clear that Colin did not record such strange characters in his collection.

Whew.

There was the sound of a foreign object sliding on the floor at his feet. "Hey, why is this ink on the floor?" Colin leaned over to pick it up, holding it in his hand and examining it carefully to see if it had broken the glass bottle. There were some strange words written on the label of the inkwell, and it was then that Colin suddenly noticed that the words on the label were very similar to the characters on the parchment scroll!

"Hmm...... This ink can make the paper speak, so let's see if we can make the parchment roll speak. As he spoke, Colin pulled out a dipping pen from his desk, sucking up the ink and brushing it over the strange characters on the parchment scroll.

When the parchment was finished, the parchment suddenly jumped up as if it had come to life, rolled up on its own, and floated in the air on one side of the blank side.

"The ears of mortals cannot speak of the great true voice of the higher;

"The eyes of mortals cannot see the mysteries of the superior;

"The brain of a mortal is not capable of the majestic wisdom of the superior;

"Maxim paper scroll, ink of communication, superior knowledge, lucky thief!"

The parchment scroll made a loud and distant sound, like a loud noise coming from the water, with the sound of the sea stirring and tumbling, and the sound of drops of water falling to the ground. The mere hearing of these sounds made Colin's mind a little dizzy, and the things in the room were distorted in his vision, both lightly and severely.

"Higher wisdom is far beyond the reach of mortals such as yours;

"Eavesdropping is also very costly;

"Crazy or upright, stupid or handicapped, deaf or blind;

"Maxim paper scroll, ink of communication, deceive God and rebel, do not fall into reincarnation!"

"It's ...... The voice of the great god!" Colin fell to his knees in a state of vertigo, his hands propped up on the ground, looking up at the high scroll of paper in disbelief.

Poof. Colin finally fainted, and fell to the ground.

The scroll of paper in the air slowly fell.

"My name is a paper scroll of aphorisms, thirsting for the ink of communication;

"Expose the veil of appearance, and see the truth and madness!"

Colin heard the last four words before his vision went completely black.

"Maxim paper rolls ......"