Lord of Secrets

"This is something my wife left behind. She once said that this necklace was handed down from her ancestors. If she needs it, she can sell it. Lake fell into memories and said slowly.

He was not overjoyed because Ubemo mentioned that this necklace was the key to a temple, and he did not even have the urge to regret it.

On the contrary, it was of no use to Lake. He was just an ordinary father. He said "I can trade even the devil" just for his daughter.

He did want to sell the necklace because although it was his wife's relic, his wife and he would not be obsessed with a dead object. Instead, they valued their children more.

So, although it was a pity to sell the necklace for his daughter, Lake did not regret it. His wife had always been in his heart, rather than on a necklace.

But he didn't know how much money the necklace could be exchanged for. This was unknown. After all, even his wife didn't know the purpose of the necklace, and just treated it as an antique.

However, he had another choice.

That was the "Peeping Eye" Exchange!

Now, the wish has been fulfilled, and the necklace has been left, but he still decided to give it to the owner of the exchange, the one who changed his daughter's life.

I believe that his wife also thinks so. This money comes too easily, which will only make them feel unreal, and even... guilty.

After all... he is just an ordinary old man, without that kind of extra thoughts.

"My wife has always been in my heart, and she doesn't want me to be obsessed with a dead thing, and this should have been sold."

Lake came out of his memories, his voice hoarse and thick.

He immediately looked at Ubemo, the wrinkles on his face squirming, and said:

"Besides, even if this is the key to the treasure chest, I can't find the treasure chest. I only have one wish, just to hug Vezina's child. "

At the end, Lake's mouth opened, it was a warm smile, with expectations for the future.

Ubemo nodded and smiled: "Then I will accept your gifts."

Then, Ubemo leaned forward, gently picked up the Key of Tikola from the table, and rubbed it slightly.

The purpose of Lake's trip had been achieved, and he said goodbye to Ubemo and left the exchange.

Good people always get good rewards, and gifts come uninvited when you are at home... Ubemo dropped the Key of Tikola in front of his eyes, and then put it away again.

...

Back in the remote house, Tealim looked at the mailbox in front of him, which was still brightly painted, but a little dusty, and there was an extra letter.

Most of the letter fell into the mouth of the mailbox, and then the mailbox mouth was stuffed with newspaper to prevent the envelope from falling.

Who sent the letter?

At this moment, Tealim was a little surprised.

He didn't know anyone here, and he hadn't told anyone where he lived, so he didn't need it at all. Mailbox.

But then, Tealim didn't care about it, because he didn't feel any danger. In this regard, Tealim was confident as a "hunter", so it might be that someone sent it by mistake.

However, looking at the folded newspaper in front of him, Tealim slightly blessed the postman who worked seriously and meticulously, then looked around carefully and gently pulled out the envelope.

The recipient's name was "Mr. Haner".

Well, this is not his...

But seeing the name of the sender next, Tealim frowned slightly.

Because the sender was Lamoye, the cultist.

Then Tealim repeated "Mr. Haner" several times, and then he suddenly realized that in the Kre language, "Haner" and "elf" are pronounced similarly.

It seems , the other party was at least a little careful and knew how to cover it up, but what Tealim wanted to complain about was this "Han Er", which was not romantic at all and had no poetry.

This was a name that was popular among the public, even at the bottom of the contempt chain, and was usually joked about by others.

At least, in this regard, Tealim still had his own persistence, and he didn't like being called this name.

But soon, Tealim could only accept it helplessly. This was the letter sent to him, and it should have been sent in advance before last night.

But it didn't matter. The key was... the sender was a cultist.

In an instant, this gave Tealim an illusion that his relationship with the cultists was so good that they exchanged letters and expressed their ideals to each other.

Although, he had only said a few words to Lamoye , but Tealim felt that the other party was more like a silly and honest guy, but it was undeniable that the other party was a cultist.

So, the envelope in Tealim's hand was a big trouble.

What to do?

He was involved with the cult, and he was no longer pure.

...

Well... rebellion! That's right, it was just rebellion against Lamoye.

...

Of course, this was just an inner interpretation that Tealim unconsciously sketched out in a moment, which is a quality that a poet should have.

And Tealim already had inspiration, and even most of the draft was already in mind. The title of the poem is called "The Criminal's Letter".

A vicious criminal, because of accidentally reading a poet's beautiful and meaningful poem, awakened rationally and wanted to atone for his sins.

In this process, the poet plays the role of a spiritual mentor, constantly awakening the conscience of criminals. In the end, when the gods spread their wrath on the world, the criminals are willing to use their own lives to prevent it...

Putting down the swirling thoughts, Telarim thought of Lamoye, whose life and death were unknown, and immediately walked into the room, opened the envelope, and prepared to see what Lamoye was going to say to him.

These may be the other person's last words before his death.

…

The beginning of the letter was "Dear Mr. Haner." It must be said that this made Teralimu feel a little uncomfortable. He even wondered whether the other party had bad thoughts about him. After all, this is not uncommon in many places. .

After a slight curse in his heart, Telarim continued to read.

"I always feel that abandoning you like this is not what I should do.

"As the protagonist, I should be patient, just like the protagonists in the book, and finally advise you to turn back and join me..."

Seeing this, Terarim immediately covered his face, inexplicably feeling that the other person's confidence was given to him by someone, the man behind him...ah, evil god?

In this case, everyone will instantly crumple the letter into a ball, and then throw it at the other person's face, hoping to clear the other person's mind.

If there is any hope.

Taking a deep breath, Telarim forced himself to continue reading the other party's horrific and confusing speech.

"...I don't know if you are dead, but I still hope you are alive, because among those Han'ers, I only identify with you as Han'er.

"I think you have great potential and should become my XX partner..."

When Terarim saw this, he was inexplicably a little angry. The other party's handwriting was scrawled, and there were some alterations. There was a faint handwriting of "associate" in front of "companion". I guess Lamoye was probably self-aware.

Obviously, the other party said what was in his heart and really wanted to drag him down. He really misjudged Lamoye.

At this moment, a large number of stories about human nobles deceiving young elves suddenly appeared in Terarim's mind.

But immediately, Telarim felt that such a retarded statement was like that. How could Lamoye be so sure that he could deceive himself?

But thinking that there is something wrong with Lamoye's brain, maybe the other party thinks that it is possible to lure him to join the Colorless Giant Eyes by saying this. This is not impossible. Terarim has seen too many weird things like this.

However, Telarim resisted the urge to throw away the letter and forced himself to read the entire letter.

What Lamoye means is that if he is still alive, then Lamoye hopes that he will go to the Southern Continent to find him and save the Southern Continent together.

Well, after reading it, a tangled vine appeared in Telarim's hand and crushed the letter.

At this moment, Terarim was truly sure that Lamoye was mentally retarded, and he silently felt a pity for the colorless giant eyes.

Doesn't this reveal your whereabouts to others?

Obviously, coupled with the information obtained from Mr. "Rabbit", upon analysis, the place where the colorless giant pupil plans to go is the southern continent.

But will the colorless giant pupil tell Lamoye his purpose... Suddenly, Telarim felt that this kind of thing should not be told to the people below.

And Lamoye's status is not too high.

Moreover, Mr. "Rabbit" did not receive any corresponding information, indicating that the colorless giant pupils were well kept secret, and people like Lamoye should be among the abandoned ones.

Thinking of this, Telarim had a slight headache. He was not a detective, he was just a poet.

…

In the afternoon, Ubermore lay leisurely on the rocking chair.

He drank some hot black tea, which made his body feel even hotter. However, it will also make him feel a touch of comfort, just like a fish likes water.

Suddenly, Balaluo appeared from nowhere and quietly appeared next to Umbermo.

"Banlaluo, do you think your job is a bit boring?"

Ubermo was here just for Pharaoh, otherwise he would either stay in the villa behind the exchange or visit other people.

For example, the talkative prophet Hammers, the lovely Ilse, the seemingly cold but actually lovely Therese, the sexually harassing Legemann of male students, and the approachable Mr. and Mrs. Smith...

However, Ubermo did not ask the other party to do things for him as soon as he opened his mouth.

As the saying goes, if you want a horse to run fast, you must let it eat enough grass.

Therefore, caring a little about his subordinates is what Ubermo should do.

Show kindness and seek life.

Give others a little favor and let them work for you.

"It's okay!" Balaluo said lightly.

Hearing this, Ubermo said sincerely: "If you have any needs, tell me, don't keep it in your heart. I am an open-minded and generous boss. Let me ask Banky and let him give me some advice to make your life better." Colorful.”