Leaving Styx's home, Xia Feng stood outside the door with the Sheena gift to him.

At this moment, he had an indescribable sense of disobedience in his heart.

....

It wasn't the first time he had seen this book, he had seen it at Sister Mira's house a long time ago.

Obviously, the book that Hina gave him is not the same as the book that Sister Mira has, but the content inside is the same, that is, a copy.

There is nothing strange about this, books are different from paintings, there is no such thing as an original.

Books are things that convey information to readers in words, and in order to be more widely transmitted, they need to be mass-produced.

Gently opening the book, as Sheena had just said, she translated the contents of the book in modern words.

From the cover, she marked the words under the title of the book.

Flip further back, and every few pages you will see the handwriting that Sheena has translated.

Some of the content is detailed, while others are written in passing or not specified.

Skipping the mysteries of the spells that he didn't understand, Xia Feng quickly turned to the back of the book.

Sure enough, the only image in the book still exists, exactly the same one he saw at Mira's house.

In this black-and-white picture, there is a young girl.

The girl in the picture is standing under a tree, about ten years old, holding a wooden object in her arms, which she can tell if it is a toy in the shape of a pony.

The girl's expression was indifferent, as if she had lost all interest in this world.

It's like the scenery she sees in her eyes, which may never be perceived by anyone but herself.

.....

He had suspected the identity of the girl in the picture when he was at Sister Mira's house before, but now, he can be 100% sure that this is Sheena.

Sister Mira once said that the content of this book is as profound as the star universe, and in addition to the mysteries of magic, there are things that the world has never heard of.

Once upon a time, when Sheena traveled the world as a Master Spell Master, her name was Mosimina.

Hundreds of years later, all the spell researchers who read it firmly believe that the author of the book is Mosimina herself.

However, Xia Feng, who saw this book at the moment, didn't think so.

.....

Sheena travels the world only to find the River Styx, she has no interest in writing books, and the girl in the picture is herself.

Because it's a black-and-white image, it's hard to determine if it's a photo or a portrait, but that's enough to tell.

Sheena's appearance will never change, and for herself, the so-called memorial is meaningless, if she really wants to leave an image as the author, then this picture should be on the first page or the last page.

Xia Feng noticed that the part before this picture in the book was about spells, and the part after the picture had almost nothing to do with spells.

What's more, if the book was really written by Sheena, she didn't have to always read what she had written.

So, combined with his intuition, a more pertinent possibility came to mind.

.....

Sheena is not the author of the book, she only provided part of the book, and the original author left her portrait in the book out of respect, gratitude, or other reasons.

According to Sister Mira, the book appeared about a few hundred years ago.

As we all know, the current time is the year 1095 of the Terra calendar, and the origin of the Terra civilization dates back thousands of years.

In other words, even hundreds of years ago, the ancient words in the book were still abrupt, and they did not belong to this era.

In other words, the author who wrote this book hundreds of years ago has far more than he did in this era.

Therefore, the content of the book is incomprehensible to those professionals, and at the same time unaware.

.....

Standing outside the door, Xia Feng looked at the book with wandering eyes, and in his heart, the chaotic logical relationship seemed to be sorted out partially.

If his guess was correct, Sheena was one of the content providers, and she had also seen the real author of the book hundreds of years ago.

It is not surprising that Hina can directly understand the words in the book, because according to Xiao Ye, Hina can even trace its existence back to the primitive tribal period before the formation of civilization.

The moment when night and day alternate, there will always be traces of the previous "era".

.....

After sorting out these, Xia Feng's mood did not become clearer.

Because he still can't figure something out.

He didn't know how to spell, and he didn't know the art of the Source Stone, he relied on the power of the Black and White Twins of the Ancient Stone.

Why did Sheena give him this translated book?

Just as Xia Feng was struggling with his chaotic thoughts, a hearty call pulled him back to reality.

"Lao Xia, what are you doing standing there stupidly, by the way, I heard that you are going to the north for a meeting tomorrow?"

Looking up, he saw Ergou walking towards him from the other side of the street with a soccer ball in his arms.

"I'm going to Lentinium tomorrow."

Ergou is a person who does not hide his emotions, and when he heard that he was sure that he was going to the north, this kid immediately pouted in disappointment.

"No, Lao Xia, I'm going to leave just when I come back, I have an important football game next week, and I want you to cheer me on, hey."

Xia Feng thought it was a big deal, but it turned out to be a broken football game.

"You can ask Lily to cheer you on."

Ergou shook his head.

"No, Lily has a student council event that day, and she is now the first year student representative of the academy."

.....

Since the end of the Victorian Dark Ages, the social order has also returned to normal.

Under Nancy's arrangement, Ergou and Lily both went to attend the Royal College, the highest institution in Victoria.

Of course, Lily's grades have always been among the best, and the college directly admits them, as for Ergou, it is purely by taking the relationship to stuff money, and people reluctantly accept it.

Seeing Ergou's aggrieved expression, Xia Feng frowned.

"Then you can ask your mother to cheer you on."

The second brother shook his head violently.

"No, no, my mother has recently reached menopause, and her temper is very bad, she was against me playing football, saying that I still play these things like a child when I grow up, and I don't want her to go."

Seeing Ergou like this, Xia Feng was also a little soft-hearted.

Ergou can be said to have grown up with him, think about it carefully, in fact, this kid is not easy.

Dad died early, and a sister ran away from home again, so many years, mother and son can only rely on each other in Baigui Street.

Before he and the turtle and the others moved here, Ergou could only play ball at the door by himself every day, and the neighbors were all weird, what black market boxing kings, noble killers, court magicians, Captain Roger and the like, and then they were closed all day long, pretending to be a ghost in the middle of the night.

The only peer is still a female student, which can be described as an extreme lack of friendship.

.....

Xia Feng raised his wrist and glanced at the date on the bracelet.

"What week is your soccer game?"

"Next Thursday at 2 p.m., Royal College North Campus, Stadium 1, I have a place for the team of relatives and friends, you can come to cheer and sit in the front row, and there is a free coke."

Seeing the haze swept away on Ergou's face, Xia Feng suddenly had a feeling of being deceived.

"Your kid has made a lot of arrangements."

"Hehe, I know that Lao Xia is a good person, and you will definitely come to cheer for me."

Xia Feng sighed helplessly.

"Okay, I'll be back next Thursday, come on, kick, I'll reward you if you win."

"Rewards? What rewards? ”

"I can give you one of the most expensive footballs you can buy in Victoria."

Hearing this tempting reward, Ergou excitedly kicked the peeled football in his arms into the air.

"Yay!"

In the next second, the sound of glass breaking came, and he was very happy and sad.

The soccer ball smashed the glass of Ergou's own house with precision.

After a short period of dead silence, Sister Li's roar in the house resounded throughout the street.

"Ergou, if you play football again, I'll break your legs!"