How Can My Hyakki Yagyo Be So Cute - Chapter 628

Weiler first curiously picked up the most eye-catching candle.

The orange-red bird looks quite exquisite, and the starting point is quite weighty. If you smell it carefully, there is a faint scent of the flower, which is indistinguishable from Weiler’s knowledge.

But after looking around for a long time, he didn’t notice anything special except that he was probably sure that the bird’s crown should be where the fire was.

So Weiler put down the candle and picked up the old book in the box.

Unlike the popular grass sandpaper, the production process of that book is parchment paper that has long been eliminated because of the excessive cost, but because of this, it can be stored for a much longer time.

“Big… big hermit? Does this word mean… a biography?”

Weiler’s word recognition skills were taught by his father during his lifetime.

Although I don’t know the reason, Weiler’s father not only taught him the current lingua franca, but also the more jerky ancient language and its grammar. You must know that this is somewhat similar to the Latin on the Europa side of the earth. It includes and It is not limited to what the upper class circles of the nobles can learn.

Since learning this kind of thing is a long-term memory, Weiler still stumbles upon reading.

“Wait, this word should also be pronounced as a sage?”

The boy struck a spirit, and then quickly opened the old book. The yellowed pages showed quite fancy handwritten ancient characters. He relied on his poor knowledge of ancient languages, word by word. Read it hard.

Although there was a fallacy due to the different texts, and the subsequent republishing was also deleted and changed, there were some discrepancies in some of the content, but this book is undoubtedly the “Roy’s Travels” that he has already read!

Realizing this, Weiler immediately turned the book to the last page and found the transcript of the manuscript on it.

The name of the transcriber is Kahn, and the abbreviation in front of the name indicates that this person should be a transcriber belonging to the great nobles, but this is not the point.

“The time of transcription is the thirty-two year of the Rhine calendar…” Weiler put down the book, got into a small cabinet next to him, and then pulled out a large tome chronicle with the year number from it, and then quickly opened it. After looking it up, his hand in the book stopped after a while, and the finger that was pressing the picture stopped on an entry, and his eyes flashed with surprise: “Well, the Rhine calendar, the Rhine calendar…found it. The Rhine Kingdom, an era earlier than the Bilbom dynasty…From this point of view, this book was copied…three hundred years ago!”

Counted by time, it happened to be the era of his great, great, great-grandfather!

In this way, combined with the name of the book, his great-great-great-great-grandfather (in fact, there are a few who can’t even remember Weiler himself) is really a respected great sage in history. There is no doubt about it!

Then Weiler picked up the parchment book again and turned to the paragraph he cared about most.

“The apple grove on the top of Mount Amos… That’s right! That’s it!”

The more detailed descriptions than in his book made Weiler upset.

After finally calming down, Weiler put down the book and picked up the last thing in the box, which was the letter.

“The letter stamp on this wax seal…”

Weiler, who had just turned over the chronicles, remembered clearly that this was the royal coat of arms of the Bilbom dynasty.

Apart from this, there is no other text on the envelope.

Could it be that the mother is the descendant of the Supreme King?

Weiler, who had this thought for some reason, opened the envelope and took out the letter inside.

The letter was also written in ancient languages, and Weiler subconsciously glanced at the label at the end of the letter.

Unlike the biography of the Great Sage, this letter was written in the early Bilbom dynasty, the era of the Supreme King Allen, and the two were about fifty years apart.

Then Weiler stumblingly read this letter, and suddenly discovered that this was actually the suicide note left by the Supreme King Alan Bierbom, the legend who is now regarded as a myth!

Due to the level of ancient prose, Weiler naturally couldn’t understand the state of mind of the legendary figure more than two hundred years ago when he was dying, but at least the superficial content of this letter was still understood by him.

It doesn’t mention the secret history of which prince will inherit the throne, but very simple content.

The last wish of the Supreme King turned out to be that after he died, someone could take the candle named “Roadrunner” to the top of Mount Amos, and then bury it in the apple grove…

The reason for doing this is not mentioned in the letter, but at the end, the legendary king who is regarded as guided by the gods repeatedly repeats words such as “atonement for myself lost in utilitarianism”. .

If a historian sees this letter, he will definitely study the legendary king’s death, and maybe it will trigger a wave of archaeological research.

But Weiler’s only thought after reading this letter was: the golden apple forest really exists!

…

“boss.”

Weller packed his bags and came to his store.

“What’s wrong, Weller?” The boss looked at Weller curiously, with the tattered but swollen backpack on his back.

This reminds the boss of how Weiler was homeless after being cheated of the house at a very low price.

Because of malnutrition, the boy has barely grown tall in the past two years. Except for his thin round face, there is almost no difference from his appearance at the time.

The only difference in the eyes is that the boy at that time was like a lost lamb. His eyes were full of confusion and helplessness, but now his eyes were full of fighting spirit.

“Thank you for your care, but I am going to travel.”

The boy tightened the torn **** his shoulders and said to the boss seriously.

The shopkeeper almost swallowed the cigarette in his mouth.

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m going to travel, now I’m here to say goodbye to you.”

Weiler repeated without impatiently.

“Okay Willer, stop making trouble, put the bag down.” But the boss quickly calmed down and spit out a billowing ring of smoke. This is a stunt he has developed in more than ten years of smoking: “If you want to increase your wages If you want to, just say it, this kind of trick is useless.”

Although Weiler is not too old, he is very hardworking and does not require much salary. The boss does not want such a cheap and good labor force to slip away in vain.

“No, I really plan to travel.”

But Weiler shook his head.

“Travel or something… Is there any place you can go? As far as I know, you don’t seem to have any other relatives.”

The boss looked at Weiler suspiciously.

“Not to go to other relatives, I want to climb Mount Emos!”

The boy said seriously.

“Amos? The highest peak in the world? Will your brain be broken, Willer?” The boss’s expression changed to a fantasy: “Don’t make trouble, even professional No mountaineer may be able to climb that mountain, you little devil, I’m afraid you will freeze to death on the mountain halfway through the climb.”

“I will figure out a solution about that, boss, you don’t have to persuade me, I will never give up.”

Weller naturally also knows the horror of Mount Emos: in the past 100 years, there have been countless people who have challenged that mountain, but only the Lauren Clautian that the freckled boy said yesterday has succeeded.

Over 10,000 meters in height, thin air, terrible cold, human-eating beasts…It can be said that there are countless dangers, and even the number of experienced climbers who can come back in full is less than half.

But even so, Weiler still has to go.

“Because I want to prove that the golden apple forest is real!”

The boy said firmly.

The boss seemed to have seen a ghost, without even noticing that the cigarette in his mouth fell on the ground.

“In other words, you are going to climb Mount Amos just to prove that rumor?”

“It’s not a rumor!” The boy retorted seriously: “It must exist!”

“I think you are crazy!”

The boss shook his head, and then stepped on the cigarette **** with his foot: “Don’t do such a stupid thing. It’s better for you to stay here and work. Maybe there is still enough money to save your parents’ house. Redeem it.”

The boy was silent, but his face didn’t mean to give up.

In fact, in addition to proving the existence of Apple Grove, Alan Bilbom’s last wish is also a reason for achieving the legendary Supreme King.

But Weiler didn’t intend to tell the story.

First of all, this thing is a treasure handed down by his mother, so he naturally wouldn’t just give it to others to watch it. Second, although he is still immature, he is not stupid. (Go) also let him understand the truth of the fact that money is not revealed, or that it is guilty.

The legendary suicide note of the Supreme King, even if Weiler doesn’t know anything about antiques, he can still vaguely understand its value. I am afraid that once it is published, it will attract many people’s coveted.

Not to mention there is an ancient book and a strange antique candle as a foil.

Just when the boss seemed to want to say something more, a young voice came from the store.

“Are you going to the apple grove on the top of Mount Amos too? That’s a coincidence, our destination also happens to be there.”

The boss and Weiler looked at the store together subconsciously.

There are not many people in the shop because it is not yet ready to eat, and there are three people sitting near the window in the spacious shop.

The speaker was a young man who wore strange clothes and had black hair rare on the mainland, but seemed to have a slightly higher hairline; besides him, the other two were girls, one with long violet hair. The indifferent girl in a long dress with a strangely shaped stick behind her back, and a little blond girl with a pair of ponytails and a black gothic dress, making faces to the indifferent girl.

The young man smiled slightly when he saw Weiler cast his eyes at him.

“Are you interested in walking with us, boy?”