Mystery: I can change things in books

Chapter 189

Chris thought hard for a long time and could only think of this possibility.

Well, a book, a painting, very reasonable...

Chris stood up, patted the grass clinging to his body, and prepared to look for the shepherd.

Although he entered this imaginary world, he was temporarily out of danger. What he faced in reality just now was a fatal danger.

Chris comforted himself in this way and waved to the shepherd walking in the distance.

The shepherd was young, only in his 20s. He was wearing a linen shirt with his sleeves and trouser legs rolled up.

The shepherd looked Chris up and down and asked with some confusion:
"Who are you? Why are you wearing such clothes?"

The language he spoke was unlike any language Chris had ever heard, but Chris just understood him.

Chris was not surprised and smiled at him, showing kindness:

"This is where?"

"This is the territory of King Venia." The shepherd shook his whip and pointed into the distance.

Vinya?
That Jazz from the Fourth Age?

He also entered the world of paintings?
Chris was confused and looked in the direction pointed by the shepherd. There was a city at the foot of the mountain, and above the city, near the mountain, there was a dome castle built of white stone, which was very eye-catching.

"Where does King Vinya live?"

"Of course." The shepherd lowered his head and raised his eyes, making a face at him. "Is it possible that he will come to shepherd the sheep with me?"

Chris smiled and nodded. He was about to say that the world in the painting didn't look so bad. The shepherd's next words were like a stone smashing through the windowpane, shattering his illusion:

"The tribute day is coming, and the king should now be in his court thinking about whose children should be paid tribute."

"Tribute?!" Chris stretched out his neck unconsciously.

The shepherd glanced at him and explained with some confusion:

"It's January now, which is Tribute Day. Are you a stranger? But we rarely meet strangers..."

"To whom shall tribute be paid?"

"Offer tribute to the 'Dragon of Justice'. Every January, the kingdom must pay tribute to him twelve girls."

The shepherd counted the numbers on his hands and continued:

"Tribute Day is coming soon. It's the biggest festival in the kingdom."

"He?!"

"Of course it's the 'Dragon of Justice' Oris Hed! Don't you know him?"

The shepherd raised his hands to the sky, crossed his eyes, and praised:

"The Dragon of Justice, he is the overlord of the ocean, the king of the land, and the emperor of the sky!"

"No offense, what does He, the Dragon of Justice, look like? What is your relationship with Him?"

Chris carefully raised a question. He discovered from the shepherd's language and demeanor that this "Orishead" seemed to be a god believed by the people of this world, and the two parties were not antagonistic.

But what surprised him was that the shepherds had no objection to the word "tribute". In his previous understanding, "tribute" was a helpless and forced action, not voluntary.

The shepherd came out of his trance, lowered his arms and whistled.Not far away, a shepherd dog quickly climbed up from the ground and ran towards the sheep in the distance.

He shook his head at Chris and said:

"I have never seen His appearance, I only know that He is a dragon... King Vinya must have seen it. As for the relationship... the 'Dragon of Justice' protects our safety, I can say that He is our patron saint." His true face should be a lizard-like dragon...

Chris chuckled to himself, but then became serious again:

Klein was already very powerful at the time and entered "Grossell's Travels" proactively, but now he entered passively and had no way to escape!
And even if I find a way, where will I wake up?Where is that painting now?
It won't be after Ikanser Bernard has brought it back to Backlund and placed it behind the "Steam Gate"...

What is the speed of time in these two worlds?I must not miss the tarot meeting...

By the way, can Star Island help me return to reality?
One question after another jumped out of Chris's mind, and he realized that although he was far away from the dangerous mechanical heart, he was now in a more dangerous situation.

When the shepherd saw that the sheep scattered on the hillside had gathered together under the running of the sheepdog, he didn’t want to waste any more time with Chris:
"Stranger, what are you thinking about? I'm going back."

Chris put away his shocked thoughts and smiled at the shepherd:
"Can I go back with you?"

"Of course," the shepherd scratched his back with the end of his whip, "even if you tell me that you want to go to the king now, I will not stop you."

As he spoke, he whipped up his whip and drove the sheep, while Chris followed him and looked at the world.

The setting sun was slowly sinking in the distance and was about to disappear behind the mountains. It was casting its last rays of light onto the earth. The shadows of the two people and the sheep stretched very long on the hillside.

Chris waited until the shepherd drove the sheep back into the fold before waving goodbye to him and kindly declining the shepherd's invitation to have dinner with him.

The shepherd's residence is a two-story house made of wood and stone in the suburbs.After he got home, Chris looked outside, but found no gas pipes or steam engines, and the lights in the house were not gas lights, but candles.

Based on these clues, Chris initially concluded that the world has not yet reached the steam age.

He thought about it and decided to walk along the road first, find a bar, and inquire about the news. After all, no matter in this fantasy world or the mysterious world, the bar is always a good place to listen to gossip and get all kinds of news.

Chris walked along the stone road toward the city and was surprised to find that there were "street lights" in the city. They were not gas street lights, but torches made of animal skins, grease, etc.

Some of the houses on the road have their doors closed, and some are ajar. The building materials are all large stones or long strips of wood. Bricks are rarely seen, and the architectural styles are generally the same.

Chris received many curious glances along the way because of his weird attire.

"Who is this guy?"

"Foreigner, didn't we just see a foreigner this afternoon? The two of them were dressed similarly..."

"There is another stranger this afternoon?" Chris stood there and asked excitedly, "Where is he now?"

Someone pointed to the distance: "Just at the bar, just along the road."

Chris thanked him and quickened his pace.

The layout of the bar is roughly the same as that of the Secret World bar, but there is no boxing ring.The front desk is at the entrance of the bar. Several wine tables are placed in the lobby, and wooden load-bearing columns stand in the middle of the wine tables.

There were a lot of drinkers in the bar, talking loudly about something. Chris had no money, so he just sat on a table and listened to what others were saying.

"The tribute day is coming soon. Do you know whose children have been selected as tributes?"

"I don't know, my neighbors don't have kids."

"I'll make a bet with you, his daughter will definitely be chosen as a tribute! What a proud honor is this?!"

Chris listened to the conversation of the drinkers, his expression gradually became serious.

If I guessed correctly, "Orishad" must be the key to returning to reality, and now it seems that the people do not oppose him, which is a bit troublesome...

While he was thinking, someone tapped him on the shoulder, and his voice was full of surprise:
"Graxel?"

Chris turned around, and Steve's round face appeared in front of him.

(End of this chapter)