Mystery: The Star Key

November 21, 1352

Ingena, good morning.

First of all, congratulations on your complete digestion of Traveler. Am I going to call you Mr. Mystic the next time I hear from you?

I have completed all the little games you left for me. If your goal is to stun the generalists, then congratulations, you have succeeded!

For a generalist who has no knowledge of the relevant aspects, the role and origin of the accessories you find are unimaginable. But it just so happened that after revealing the answer, I was able to think of the relevant knowledge mentioned in the textbook or in your past letters through those clues.

The game was so much fun that I couldn't help but want to make another visit to Sejal, Lenburg and Masi.

Don't know if you are still in the polar hotel in the Antares Mountains?

Delighted to receive a complimentary ticket from Yingna Sue Lilance himself. I invited Benson, Ruth, and Rebecca to attend. At first Benson blamed me for spending too much money, since it was a rare front row ticket. After all, tickets for the Trafalgar Theatre boxes are rarely sold, and even when they do, they are expensive.

And when I told him that our ticket came from the playwright, his expression couldn't have been more surprised. Benson asked me to express my sincere thanks to you, because any playwright whose plays have made it to the Trafalgar Theatre should be regarded as a treasure of Ruen.

Thank you, Your Excellency Yingna Su Lilance, the treasure of Ruen. Looking forward to seeing your other works at the Trafalgar Theatre in the future.

I have compiled all the comments and suggestions you collected for me in your letter and put them on the laboratory improvement list.

The project is still only in the start-up stage, but there are endless literary mountains and seas.

Thanks again to my brother Benson who pushed so much paperwork for me. I would also like to thank my "Angel Investors" Her Excellency Sherin Hill and Her Excellency Ingena Lilance, who occasionally eased my daily worries with the checks and specially designed games I sent.

Special thanks to Mr. Ingner Lilance, every week to receive his travel thoughts from afar is the best motivation for me to actively spend this week of work. :)

Here are some small crafts that I made while thinking about it in my studio recently. As you mentioned in your previous letter, the Lenburg children love these mechanical and gear toys. If you don't mind, you can also gift these toys to the kids on the next trip.

Good luck with your journey and promotion.

Mr. Mystic.

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Yingna put down the letter in his hand and couldn't help but smile.

He carefully pocketed the letter in the traveler's pocket.

Then, he picked up the hot tea in his hand and looked out the window.

Outside the window, the Antares Mountains stretched endlessly, and there was only snow on the vast continent.

The weather today is exceptionally sunny, with no clouds in the sky.

It is now Feysac time, November 24, 1352 at 6:00 pm. Backlund time, 9:00 pm on November 24th.

He was watching the shop for the innkeeper in the Polar Hotel on the plateau. The owner of the hotel was watching a play at the Trafalgar Theatre in Backlund.

Ingena had already used the recorded audience path manipulator's extraordinary ability in advance to plant a hint in the boss's mind. When he comes back, he will regard his experience of watching the play this afternoon as a dream, a dream that is almost real.

This is Ingena's helpless move to protect the shopkeeper. Because Feysac's protection and detection of extraordinary abilities are even better than Loen.

Ingena looked out the window for a while.

After thinking about it, he seemed to make up his mind and took out another letter from the traveler's pocket.

This letter has already been written to the recipient.

But it has never been sent.

However, at this moment, Yingner felt that maybe it was time.

Taking a deep breath, Yingner immediately acted.

He poured black tea and apple pie unique to the plateau for the upcoming messenger, and then, with agile movements, he set up a ceremony to summon the messenger in the hotel.

After the candle was lit, he solemnly declared in Hermes:

"I!

"I call in my name:

"A spirit roaming in the vain, an elegant creature who loves literature, a messenger that belongs to Fors Wall alone."

As soon as Yingner's voice fell, the fireworks used to illuminate the desk in front of him expanded rapidly, becoming the size of a human head, and the flame of the candle turned pale.

Soon, the slender and graceful black cat emerged from the candlelight. The nine slender tails swayed slightly behind her.

"Miss Christine, good evening." Yingner greeted the Kate Heard politely, "It's a bit cold in the polar regions, and I have prepared hot tea and flavored apple pie for you to warm up. appetite."

Miss Christine let out a "meow" and came to Yingner's hand. The tail behind her swayed gently, slapping the back of Yingner's hand or shoulder lightly like nothing. Miss Christine rubbed lightly on his arm.

Yingner did not hold back his desire to lick the cat, and Miss Christine also found a comfortable position in Yingner's arms and sat down. UU reading www. uukanshu. com

When Yingner gently scratched her cerebellum, she evenly used her nine tails to hook Yingner on the table, cups and spoons, and enjoyed it gracefully.

For a while, there was only the sound of the cat drinking water in the room, and the sound of the crackling sound from the stove in the hotel, making it extraordinarily quiet and peaceful.

Ingena didn't urge either, but gently stroked Miss Christine while reading quietly.

After a long while, after enjoying the apple pie and black tea prepared by Ingner, and after sitting for a while and reading a book with Ingner, Miss Christine stood up and stretched.

After nodding lightly with Yingner, she picked up the letter and left the small polar room.

Yingner also stood up and stretched.

Yes, he is ready.

Yingner looked out the window again.

In the clear night sky, there are countless bright and dancing green ribbons.

They seem to be the skirts of the goddess when she turns around, and they are the unique beauty of nature, which human beings can only see and admire, and can only admire the magic and magnificence of nature.

They only appear in the silent night, in the freezing cold.

The dark night, the cold wind, and the towering snow-capped mountains.

In the polar hotel in the Antares Mountains in Feysac, as if the world was far away, as if I had been left behind by everyone, no one cared, no one thought, no one to rely on, no one could hear even if you shouted . Not even an echo exists.

"Five Dynasties Rivers, Mountains, Wind and Moon"

However, it is in such extreme circumstances that the aurora appears.

Let people look up, let people admire, let people forget everything that was disappointing before.

This is the "vitality" that lights up everything in a desperate situation.

It is also a miracle of nature.