I closed the last page of my memoirs, rubbing my dry eyes, dazed.

It took four full nights, word for word, to identify the scribbled handwriting, and finally unravel the mystery of the murder of the Foggy Moon, the murderer was Dino Lombart, a spy in the Ka country, but this result did not satisfy me.

Later generations of history books are secretive about the dark arts, Dino is like a ghost, hiding in the fog of history, Bromin's college is just a small stage for him to appear by chance, as an evil dark magician, a witness to the rise of Carben, he will never be unknown.

How did Dino become a spy? Where did he go after leaving Broadman? Did his entanglement with Priscilla bear fruit? Does he end up manipulating Red Pupils or is he controlled by Red Pupils?

It suddenly occurred to me that the blacksmith profession was not attractive, and if I was destined to spend an ordinary life in Black Pine, it would be better to sail across the seas and become a dark-skinned sailor, at least to be able to travel the long shores of the continent of Salo and meet different people.

The thought was so strong that for the first time in my life, I was dissatisfied with my origin.

After another sleepless night, the next morning, I dragged my tired body to Murphy's lodgings, returned the "Memoirs" to him, and casually asked about the origin of the book. Murphy flipped through a few pages, and finally remembered that about five or six years ago, he was shopping for second-hand used books at a stall in Flenczburg, and because he was a regular customer, he made a big deal, and the boss gave it to him as a gift. He kept throwing books at the bottom of the shelves and never looked at them closely.

"Do you like it?"

I nodded and said heartily, "This is the best book I've ever read!" ”

"Well, it's yours!" Murphy graciously placed the book in my hand. At that moment, I trembled with excitement, and tears couldn't help but welling up in my eyes.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing...... Thank you, Mr. Murphy......"

Murphy patted me on the shoulder and encouraged, "Kid, you're smart, you don't belong here." Bromin Island is a small place, and you should venture out to the Saro continent to see the wider world. ”

I nodded my head and listened to Mr. Murphy's picture of the bright future, but the back of my father striking iron kept coming to mind. Ding-dang-ding-dang——, he was old, too old to bear the rest of his lonely life!

After saying goodbye to Mr. Murphy, I wandered aimlessly around Black Pine Town, feeling the traces left by Dino back then. The resurgence of black magic can be traced back to the murder of the Foggy Moon on Bromin Island, and the red pupils opened the prelude to the thirty-year melee on the continent of Salo.

Bromin Island, although far from the mainland, has never been far from history.

I know where Priscilla's grave is, and I know that she is buried forever in the ground with deep regret.

The wind was howling in the mountains and forests, and the tide rose and fell in the distance, and I went to her grave and reached out to stroke the blurred handwriting on the tombstone, who could have imagined that the sleeper beneath that calm land would have a restless sleep.

(ENDS)