"Okay, let's all go back, and you can go home too." Patriarch Goering let everyone go, then turned and smiled and walked towards Qianhai, "Young man, let's go." ”

Qian Hai still put his hand on his waist and nodded at the Patriarch Goering.

With a wave of Patriarch Goering's hand, Qian Hai and Patriarch Goering floated into the air and flew in the direction of the town, leaving only Yax standing still.

For the first time in close contact with a civilization in another world, Qianhai couldn't hold back the curiosity in his heart, and flew in the air and kept looking down.

It can be said that the town built by the recorders is very chic. The town is basically a European-style stone building, the buildings are scattered between them, there is no sense of crowding, white, dark red, cyan interspersed with each other, there is a wonderful beauty.

The only thing that is incongruous is that it is only morning, but the town is surprisingly quiet, and only a few pedestrians can occasionally be seen walking weakly through the streets.

And the people who Qianhai met on the beach just now are probably the only group of people in the entire town who are still alive.

"I apologize to you once again for what happened," said Patriarch Goering, "our people have lived in this fog for hundreds of years, and many of us have been repressed for many years, and our personalities have been extreme. In addition, the appearance of outsiders on the island for the first time inevitably makes people a little nervous. ”

"Patriarch, you are too polite," feeling that Patriarch Goering had no malicious intent, Qianhai also relaxed a lot, "Now that the misunderstanding has been resolved, there is no need to dwell on it anymore. To be honest, I can understand everyone's reaction, so I don't want to have too much contact with the people in town. ”

"It's rare for you to have such a mind at your age." Patriarch Goering approvingly.

"But, Patriarch, I don't understand, why your Great Elder wants to see me?" Qianhai asked.

"The Great Elder is the prophet and wise man of our Chronicler Clan, and he has always guarded the future of our Clan." Patriarch Goering said slowly: "However, since more than a hundred years ago, the situation of the Great Elder has been very unstable, so the main task of the successive Patriarchs is to stay by the side of the Great Elder and help the Great Elder stabilize his state in his sleep. ”

Patriarch Goering looked at Qianhai: "Today is the first time that the Great Elder has woken up in nearly thirty years, and I can feel that he is ready to use all his strength in order to stay awake this time. It was he who woke up and said to me that the hope of our Recorder had come out of the fog. ”

"Patriarch, you don't mean to say that I am your hope, do you?" Qianhai was a little surprised.

Patriarch Goering shook his head, "I don't know, the Great Elder only said that I would invite you to meet him. I suspect that you may be able to bring some kind of turnaround to my people. Qianhai, we have arrived. ”

Qianhai and Patriarch Goering flew over most of the town and landed on the hill on the edge of the town, where there was a magnificent building that resembled a church, but it was obviously not a church, in short, it exuded a vicissitudes of classicism.

"This is our most important place—the Hall of the Clock," Patriarch Goering led the way, "Let's go, let's go to the Great Elder." ”

The building is very empty and quiet, and every stone pillar that you walk through seems to reveal the antiquity that has passed through countless years, and only the footsteps of the Qian Hai and the patriarch of Goering echo in the hall.

Qian Hai silently followed Patriarch Goering for a long time, and finally stopped in front of a double-open wooden gate, Patriarch Goering slowly pushed the door open, "Come on, the Great Elder is waiting for you inside." ”

Qian Hai followed the patriarch of Goering into the door, the room was covered with a soft carpet of unknown material, the light in the room was warm and soft, especially the concentration of energy particles in the room was much higher than outside.

In the middle of the room was a milky-white, soft bed, on which a thin, frail old man was half-reclining.

"I'm sorry, young man, I'm too weak to get up and welcome you." The old man spoke very weakly, but he kept smiling at Qianhai.

Qian Hai hurriedly saluted the Great Elder, "Don't dare, don't dare, hello Great Elder, my name is Qian Hai." ”

"Okay, good," the Great Elder looked at Patriarch Goering, "Goering, let me talk to Qianhai alone for a while. ”

Patriarch Goering was a little worried, "Great Elder, your current body ......"

"It's okay, you can go." The Great Elder waved his hand slowly.

Although the patriarch of Goering was not at ease, he still respectfully withdrew. Qian Hai took the opportunity to turn on the tamperer and looked at the Great Elder, 'Level 74 (Dark Yellow)'

Qian Hai was a little surprised, "The level is so high, it's only dark yellow?!" The sea beasts of this level that I have seen at the bottom of the sea are at least dark blue. It seems that the Great Elder is really weak. ’

"Qianhai, come and sit." The Great Elder struggled to wave towards the sea.

Qian Hai hurriedly stepped forward and took two steps, "It's okay, Great Elder, I'll just stand." What do you want to do with me? ”

The Great Elder shook his head, "It's not an order, it's me asking for your help." ”

was begged by such a gentle old man, how could Qianhai afford it, and hurriedly said: "Don't say that, you tell me what you need me to do first, and then I'll see and do my best to complete it." ”

"Don't worry," the Great Elder breathed a sigh of relief, "Listen to me first, the origin of our Recorder Clan......

I don't know how long I stood in place before Qian Hai finally listened to the Great Elder's intermittent words. Halfway through hearing this, Qian Hai had already begun to regret why he was being polite when the Great Elder asked him to sit down just now.

To put it simply, the 'Recorder' is not a race, it should be considered a special profession of the Terrans. Unlike mages with regular stat restrictions, each recorder has access to magic with all attributes.

Moreover, the cast time is much shorter than that of ordinary mages, and even some powerful recorders can release multiple spells in a row in an instant without a cast buffer.

And the reason why they are so powerful is because their unique book of records is the magic book that appears in their hands out of thin air every time they are about to make a move.

The Book of Records can be said to be the second life of the recorder, and once the Book of Records is damaged, it will directly harm the spirit of the recorder, and even threaten his life.

In order to have a Book of Records, one must complete some kind of trial in something called the 'Big Clock' in order to condense into a Book of Records in what they call the Sea of Spirits. It can also be said that the Book of Records is the medium through which the 'big clock' connects with the recorder.

In their former world, the Recorder has been the most secretive organization in the world. The recorder never participates in any battles in the world, and is only responsible for objectively recording history. All the recorded content is then transmitted to the 'Big Clock' through the Book of Records, and the 'Big Clock' rewards them with their power and magic.

After coming into this world, the 'big clock' began to have problems. Coupled with the turmoil at the beginning of the New World, and the fact that the Recorders had been trapped on the island and unable to collect information, the problem of the 'Big Clock' became more and more serious, and the Recorders went into decline.