How Can My Hyakki Yagyo Be So Cute - Chapter 627

The Bilbom dynasty flourished and declined, and finally came to an end due to the invasion of the barbarians from the Far South.

The barbarian monarch obviously did not have the ability to maintain a grand empire, so that magnificent dynasty that had been corrupted fell apart, and the continent once again became a state where several countries were restraining each other.

Alan Bilbom’s great achievements were cast aside by the victors who came from behind, and in the end it became only a few figures in the history books, and the past brilliance was also distorted and exaggerated in people’s word of mouth. Myths and legends people believe-even if it is only more than two hundred years ago.

In the hinterland of the big country Allen, there is a small town called Bilbom. Legend has it that it was the one that unified the world more than two hundred years ago (for people in this era, this continent is equivalent to what they know Of the whole world), the birthplace of the Bilbom dynasty, the hometown of the great supreme king Allen.

Regrettably, there are no people with the surname of Bilbom in this small town: the descendants of the High King, those with the blood of Bilbom in their veins were slaughtered by the barbarians, and the blood of the High King. It disappeared in the vast history.

Of course, these things have no meaning to the common people. Regardless of whether they are changing regimes or changing generations, they will continue to be like hardworking workers, busy for themselves and their families.

Only innocent children can play freely.

“It’s not bragging!”

In the small town of Bilbom, in an alley where children often gather together, a round-faced boy with short beeswax hair exclaimed: “My great, great, great-great-grandfather is the one who traveled the entire continent in the legend. Sage!”

“It’s not bragging, there is no orchard with golden apples in this world! I think your great, great, great-great-grandfather is either bragging or making up!”

The other children were coaxing and mocking the round-faced little boy. One of the boys with freckles on his face also tuned with the organ tune from the square not far away and sang: “Lying Weiler~ Bragging Weiler ~Wyler without parents~”

The round-faced boy named Weiler flushed with anger, he stubbornly stubbornly yelled, “I’m not lying! The golden apple forest exists, right on the top of Amos!”

“Wyler, who doesn’t have parents~ is so pitiful~ in order to get the attention of others~ actually tells such a ridiculous lie~”

But the other party ignored him, but continued to lengthen the tune and sang his own song.

“Enough, you shut up, you big idiot!”

Weiler waved his fist and rushed towards the opponent.

As a result, he was so weak that he was immediately stopped by others.

“Poor Willer, after all, in order not to be hungry, you can only work in that dirty restaurant every day. You don’t know anything about things outside of the town. Then, in return for your making me feel so happy, just Let my future lord tell you something.”

The freckled boy is obviously a character like the kid king of these little ghosts. He looked at Weiler who was crushed on the ground with a sense of superiority, pretending to smile deeply: “Six months ago, the famous Cavalier Lauren Crowe With the sponsorship of Mrs. Strelitzia, Tien challenged the climbing of Mount Emos and successfully conquered it! Unfortunately, there is nothing but snow on the top of the mountain, whether it is the apple forest or the snow monster you are talking about. None of them exist!”

“I don’t believe it! That Lauren or something must be a liar!”

Weiler, who was crushed on the ground, was still struggling.

“I don’t even know Mr. Lauren Claudine, how ignorant~” The freckled boy spread his hands: “That adult is the only one who survived the’Wailing Crypt’, and there are many more. Many adventure books, he is the most outstanding adventurer of this century! If you want, I don’t mind lending you the book “The Conquering Mount Amos” written by him~”

“Pooh!”

“Damn, dare to spit on my shoes! Give me a good lesson!”

…

“Wyler, you were beaten again.”

Back at the restaurant where he worked, the fat boss saw Weiler with a swollen nose and swollen nose. He couldn’t help but joked, “Why this time again? Is it because of the golden fruit forest?”

“Nothing.”

Willer answered him dejectedly, then ran to the back door and climbed up a small ladder over there.

Willer Roy’s parents died in a natural disaster when he was young, leaving him alone.

After selling the family property (of course because it was pitted, it was sold very cheaply), Weiler finally stumbled and lived to the present.

He now lives in the small attic of the restaurant where he works, and his only fun every day is to read the ancient books he brought out from his original home.

Among them, his favorite is “Roy’s Travels”. He still remembers that his father told him when he was a child. It was a book written by his great, great, great grandfather.

The book depicts a majestic and magnificent world, which makes people yearn for.

However, it is said that this is not the first edition, because his great, great, great, great-grandfather is a respected great sage. At first, this book seems to be the biography of his great, great, great-great-grandfather. The name gradually changed from the biography of the great sage to the current “Roy’s Travels.”

“Hiss…” Wiping the bruises on his face with a wet rag, Weiler gasped from the pain.

Finally, he gave up doing this kind of useless work, threw the rags in his hand everywhere, then lay on the hard bed, and picked up the “Roy’s Travels” again.

Even though he already cherishes this book quite a bit, it looks like it’s already in tatters because of the number of times it has been turned over. To be honest, it is a miracle that it hasn’t fallen apart until now.

“Did Dad lie to me? Or is it true that the great grandfather was really just bragging?”

Weiler, who was in a mess, closed the book vigorously.

Then the boy shook his head, showing a firm expression again: “No, that freckled **** must be lying to me! The golden apple must exist!”

He threw the book back on the table-for him who cherishes the book, this behavior was already quite rough.

The spine of the book hit a small wooden box on the table, causing the latter to be knocked off the table and fell to the ground with a snap.

“Ah, mother’s wooden box!”

Weiler hurriedly got up, ran over and picked up the things.

This small wooden box is said to be a treasure handed down from generation to generation by his mother. Although he doesn’t know what it is, his mother has always cherished it.

Because of this, Weiler would rather sell the house than sell this small wooden box that looks very expensive.

“Ah, did it break down as expected…”

Looking at the crack in the box, Weiler couldn’t help feeling distressed.

After all, this thing seems to have been around for many years, it’s quite old, and it’s not surprising that it will break.

“……what?”

At this moment, Weiler suddenly discovered that the small box that could not be opened had actually become loose, and with a light touch, he removed the wooden board on it.

What appeared in front of him was a not too thick book, a letter, and a…candle carved into the shape of a bird?