Mountains of garbage, fruit peels, paper scraps, sundries, scrap metal, and all kinds of garbage are piled up together, and the stench fills the air.

This is the most famous garbage area in Lenta City, and every citizen of Lenta City hates it and resents it immensely.

It stands to reason that every city inevitably has garbage zones, and no one would have the leisure to hate garbage zones, after all, this is a normal thing.

But the garbage area of Lenta City is not in common sense, this is the largest garbage area in the entire Jiuhua Empire, worthy of its name, accounting for half of the entire Lenta City, making Lenta City a veritable garbage city.

The garbage area in Lenta City was not originally so large, and twenty years ago, it was no different from the garbage district of the average city.

All this is due to the fact that a decade or two ago, the newly appointed lord of Lenta negotiated a deal with the lords of the four surrounding cities, piling up the garbage of the other four cities in Lenta City, and each time the garbage was transported, a large sum of money was given to Lenta City.

In this way, as the more garbage in Lunta City, the more Lunta City executives earned. The greedy high-level Renta also set their sights on more cities and wanted to make more money.

But the good times didn't last long, and the disaster finally happened, and as the garbage became more and more, the garbage area continued to expand, causing residents to keep moving, and the houses became more and more strained.

To make matters worse, every summer, the hot weather makes the garbage area stink, and the stench permeates the whole city of Lunta, making people sick and disgusting.

The resentment of the people of Lenta City was boiling, and they united to resist, but the high-level leaders of Lenta City had no choice but to stop the transaction, preparing to find a way to get rid of this garbage area and calm the people's grievances.

But it was clearly too late, and the sprawling garbage area had become a cancer in the city of Lenta, firmly entrenched and difficult to eradicate.

A wealthy businessman who traveled from south to north even asserted, "The hard work of sorting out the garbage area is enough for us to easily build a second Lenta City." ”

There was no way, so the top brass of Lenta City had to abandon the garbage removal area, and in order to calm the anger of hundreds of thousands of residents up and down Renta City.

The city lord of Lenta who traded with other city lords was unlucky enough to be pushed out by the high-level of Renta, and the angry citizens of Renta were burned directly at the stake.

But in any case, nothing helped, and the residents of Lenta City could only watch the garbage area grow day by day, and the whole Lenta City was filled with layers of stench.

The number of residents in Lenta City is decreasing day by day, after all, not everyone wants to be in a stinking city where their nose is tortured every day.

The loss of population has hit the entire city's economy hard, and Lunta City was originally a third-rate small city in the Jiuhua Empire, but after that, it directly retreated for twenty years and became a small city that did not enter the stream.

At the same time, the four cities that piled up their garbage in Renta paid a lot of money in the early days and reaped huge rewards later. Because there is no garbage and the clean and tidy urban appearance attracts a bunch of wealthy businessmen, the economic strength has been greatly enhanced, and now it is a top-notch third-rate city in the entire Jiuhua Empire.

This result made the high-level leaders of Lenta City remorseful, and they were simply envious and jealous of the high-level leaders of those four cities.

And Lenta City, a garbage area where even homeless people don't want to live, and only rats and cockroaches, which have strong vitality, can survive.

However, there is a wooden house standing in the wind, hidden in the garbage heap of the mountain, mottled moss, and quaint wood, all of which indicate how long this wooden house has been built.

Ivan opened the door of the wooden house, and a pile of dust splashed up, causing Ivan to choke uncomfortably. I saw that the room was surrounded by all kinds of miscellaneous items, a pile of strange metal on the ground, and a small single bed, all covered with dust and spider silk, dirty and messy.

The most surprising thing is that an old wooden table in the center of the room looks unusually simple in the whole dirty room.

On the tabletop, there is a quill pen with a white tail as snow, a bottle of ink made of crystal, exuding a faint fragrance of magnolia flowers, and a table of scattered white cardboard, revealing a smooth and shiny snow-white paper, seducing people to hold the pen and outlining brilliant colors on it.

Without rushing to clean the room, Ivan closed the door of the room first, then sat on the wooden chair, looked at the white cardboard on the table, his heart moved, and he picked up the quill pen as a stranger.

Naturally, when you touch the ink of the ink bottle, the tip of the pen is stained with a bloody red, and gently dotted on the white paper, like a blood-colored poppy slowly blooming, which is fascinating.

The right wrist is not moving like a mountain, the fingers are flexibly turned, swish, flowing water depiction, a mysterious and cumbersome pattern gradually formed, and with Ivan's pen to depict a hook, an unknown trace of energy in the air, drifted into Ivan's mind, and Ivan's face appeared a look of enjoying bliss.

At the end of the stroke, the whole pattern suddenly lit up, and then returned to its original state. Ivan put down the quill pen, exhaled lightly, pulled open the drawer of the table, and put the red-patterned cardboard inside.

Shockingly, there are hundreds of cardboards of the same pattern in the drawers, exuding an unknown mysterious charm.

Ivan pulled out the fat pockets on either side of his black jacket and pulled out a notebook with a black cover and a card.

The black cover has no pictures and no words, full of a metallic cold feeling, Ivan flipped through a few times at will, the pale white paper micro-scrolls, a kind of vicissitudes of ancient years came to his face.

Putting down the black notebook, Ivan looked at the card in his hand again, there was nothing special, the front was blank and there was no picture, except for a mysterious pattern on the back, like a blood-colored thorn flower, full of blood and treachery.

Ivan calmed his increasingly agitated heart, and rejoiced not again and again, glad that his compassion had exploded that night.

It was one night eight years ago, and Ivan had just come out of Old Tom's recycling bin to return to his cabin in the garbage area.

At this moment, an old man in black appeared in his sight, the old man was lying on the ground, his face was pale, he frowned, and when he looked closely, he knew that there was a deep wound on the old man's chest.

At that time, Ivan, who should have ignored him, took the old man in black back to the cabin in the garbage area, took care of the old man in black's injuries, and fed him soup and food.

It's a pity that three days later, the old man in black finally went to see the old man of light, but before he died, the old man in black gave Ivan a black notebook.

Ivan had never learned words, he was an illiterate person who couldn't read an inch, so he wasn't interested in what to write in a notebook, and he was curious to flip through it when he was bored, but that's it.

A miracle happened, he actually knew all the words in the black notebook, and the content in the notebook was not a text belonging to the Jiuhua Empire, but an ancient and mysterious text, which made Ivan have a sense of intimacy that blood is thicker than water.

It was the contents of this black notebook that completely changed Ivan's fate and allowed Ivan to see a whole new world.