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Her "The Red Dragon King and the Twelve Knights" really sold well across the continent, but Sirin didn't read it because she was not from this era.

When Sirin told the adventure story, the strange place names that Amy had never heard of were also explained, because the place names will change with the changes of the times.

The relationship between Sirin and the "Dance of the Spiritual Wind" in the legendary novel is also worthy of further consideration.

Amy's words seemed to take all the strength out of Sirin's body, she let go of Amy's hand, with a look of despair on her face.

"I live in the 221st year of the new calendar, 300 years ago..."

Did it span 300 years?

In terms of human lifespan, even high-level professionals can hardly live to this age. The world has changed, and the old people are far away.

Amy recalled her emotions when she first time traveled, and sighed silently in her heart. She held Sirin's hand tightly and said softly: "No matter which era you came from, you are only my friend now. .Look at me, I am also a stranger to the current world, and we just happen to rediscover this world together.”

After a pause, she took the initiative to reach out and caress Sirin's cheek, "When you get back, tell me your story, let's deal with the matter here first."

Amy couldn't guess Sirin's emotions at this time, but she knew she couldn't let Sirin down, so she used the current matter to divert Sirin's attention.

Sirin was silent for nearly 10 minutes, then took a deep breath, held Amy's hand again, tightened her fingers, pursed her lips, and continued to read the content on the page.

The more than a dozen pages turned back are all the tomb history of Miwu Town. The years recorded on the pages also slowly come from the 521st year of the new calendar to the 109th year of the new calendar.

The frequency of "executed" circled is always about the same, and there will be one "executed" for every dozen or so people.

There is also a phenomenon of reuse of the tombs here. According to records, every 100 years, the bones in the existing tombs will be transferred to the underground area, and the tombs will be freed for future generations to use.

Old Tom's family was also responsible for this work. As a reward, they got this magic book. If there are people with magical talents among their descendants, they can understand the magic knowledge hidden in this book.

It's a pity that 400 years have passed since the first tomb keeper, and none of the tomb keeper has awakened his magical talent.Their authority is also limited to opening the magic book, writing down the tomb records, and using the defensive counterattack method of the magic book to resist possible enemies.

When the year came to the 107th year of the new calendar, the book turned back to the second page.

At the top of the tomb record, there are several lines of elven script.

Amy didn't need to look carefully to know that it was the handwriting of the original owner of the body.

She bumped her head against Sirin's shoulder, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "It's over, I really left this book behind."

Sirin's mood has eased a lot, but she was not surprised, and asked in a low voice: "What do those words mean?"

"Amy, the spirit of the holy moon, under the highest silver moon, made an agreement with Townsend Nakel."

"Townsend Naker and his descendants are responsible for the management of the cemetery. They must not be negligent, they must not change the rules, and they must not despise the dead. One is to fulfill the previous oath of loyalty, the other is to atone for their own misdeeds, and the third The first is to maintain the safety of Misty Town, and the fourth is to win a chance for future generations."

"Under the silver moon, it is not easy to make an agreement for a thousand years to keep each other's souls in mind. If you violate the contract, you will die."

Amy translated those few lines of elven words with a strange sense of shame.

Sirin's complexion was a bit heavy, and she said: "I have heard the name Townsend Nuckle, he is a legendary master of black magic, it is rumored that he once tried to set off a natural disaster of the undead in the southern lands, and was mysteriously The master suppressed it, and since then it has disappeared, and there is no news at all..."

Now it seems that the rumored mysterious master is the former Amy.

And the land of the southern border is probably the foggy forest today.

More than 100 years ago, no, more than 400 years ago, Amy could easily suppress a legendary black mage, force him to sign a contract, and become a gravekeeper in a remote town. How powerful was she in her heyday?

But Sirin has never heard of Amy's name, and the elf mage in the expedition team has never mentioned Amy's name.

In the eyes of a long-lived species like Amy, the 300 years that I have lost are probably insignificant.

Thinking of this, Sirin's emotions became more and more complicated, but she also secretly took a breath.

She looked back at Old Tom, who was slumped on the ground. The old alcoholic had already drank all the wine in his bottle, with a slumped face and dull eyes.

In the past 400 years, the descendants of the once all-powerful master of black magic have become like this, which makes people sigh.

Looking at Amy again, she has an innocent look on her face. Time has not worn away her face, and it seems that she has ignored her mind.

Sirin began to doubt her previous judgment. Is Amy dementia, or did she really use the forgetting spell on herself?

Is the thing in Jackock's custody really a fragment of her soul?

While Sirin was thinking, Amy had already turned the first page of the magic book.

The content on the first page is a design drawing of the cemetery.

The black and white line draft is divided into three layers, and each layer has detailed dismantling views and annotations. When viewed together, the entire cemetery forms a huge magic circle.

Sirin walked up to Old Tom and asked, "What does it mean that the burial records have been executed?"

Old Tom looked up at the roof, dumbfounded.

Sirin looked at Renford: "You go out first, what we are going to say next, if you know it, it will bring death."

A trace of resignation flashed across Rumford's face, but he obediently left the room and closed the door.

"Stop pretending."

Sirin sat down on the chair next to her, and said calmly: "When you saw Amy open the magic book, you realized the current situation, right?"

She deliberately said Amy's name, and Old Tom's eyes rolled as expected, but he still didn't respond.

"400 years ago, the rightful owner who signed the contract with your ancestors was here. You are also bound by the contract, so it's better to cooperate obediently." Sirin's eyes glowed with determination again.

The old drunkard sighed, got up on the ground, staggered to the side of the wooden cabinet, opened the cabinet door, and took out a few spikes.

These nails are more than a foot long, exuding a faint silver light, and runes are engraved on the nails with exquisite techniques.

"Holy nails?" Sirin recognized these nails at a glance.

These specially enchanted spikes are used to prevent corpses from turning into undead. In areas where undead have ravaged, newly buried corpses are often sealed with holy nails.

The so-called execution is to put a holy nail on the corpse?

Amy looked at the design drawing and marked the tombs where the Holy Nails were to be executed one by one in her mind. She soon discovered that the tombs where the Holy Nails were located were the key nodes of this huge magic circle. Constituted the second seal circle.

She told Sirin the conclusion she got, and Sirin was also surprised.

The criss-cross pattern of the entire cemetery area is the first level of purification circle, and the nodes connected by the holy nails constitute the second level of sealing circle. The design fits together perfectly, which can be called perfect.

While being amazed, another thought came to Sirin's mind.

In the past, Amy spared no effort to design a double magic circle, and even arrested the culprit to guard the tomb—that natural disaster of the undead that did not cause much disturbance in history was probably more terrifying than she imagined.

"The function of the Holy Nail is to prevent the corpse from changing, and it has no effect of expelling the undead. Do you know that those tombs were destroyed by corpse snatchers, and the bones were stolen by necromancers?" Sirin continued to ask.

Old Tom nodded silently.

"You know about the existence of necromancers, why didn't you report them?" Sirin's face became more serious.

Old Tom suddenly said: "Who will report it to? Who will handle it?"

Sirin was stunned for a moment. In the era before the new calendar, the Church of Light still existed. If there were undead, the Warriors of the Holy Light would come to clear the payment.

After the new calendar, there are wandering demon hunters everywhere, and they will also deal with events related to demons and undead.

However, due to the lack of organization, the demon hunters are declining day by day. Around 200 years in the new calendar, the demon hunters have already declined considerably. After another 300 years, they may have disappeared in the long river of history.

If the local lord is still in charge, he may be able to send troops to encircle and suppress the situation, but the Earl of Golden Rose is already unconscious, and his two sons are still busy fighting for power and profit, so they are unreliable people.

"After guarding the cemetery for 400 years, we are tired."

The old alcoholic took out a bottle of wine from the wooden cabinet, unscrewed the lid, and took a few sips with his head up, "I would like to follow the teachings of my ancestors, and I did not neglect the dead, and I did not waste the care of the cemetery. The mercenaries came to check..."

"I did not violate the contract. The destruction of the cemetery is an uncontrollable situation, and this contract will come to an end with me."

Amy frowned: "What does this mean?"

"I have no descendants. My son died when he was very young." The old drunkard rubbed his nose and said almost mutteringly: "The Nucker family is extinct, so the contract will naturally not go on."

His expression was indifferent, but the movement of drinking continuously, as well as his bad and aging body, all expressed another meaning.

"When the necromancer first came to Misty Town, he disguised himself as a fishmonger at the entrance of the market, but I immediately smelled his smell. It wasn't the smell of dead fish, it was the smell of dead people! I smelled it a few times. Ten years of this taste, he can't fool me." Old Tom continued to mutter, "But what can I do? I'm a loser, I can't get the approval of the magic book, the opportunity is here, decades have passed, Jenock, who grew up with me, has become a great hero, a golden professional respected by everyone, and even after his death, there are people who come to mourn him, what about me? I can't do anything, I can't even save my son..."

"When I buried Jernock in the grave with my own hands, I realized one thing. No matter what the reason, the 400-year persistence of the Nuckle family is coming to an end."

"Did I die first, or the necromancer emptied the cemetery first? It doesn't matter... Heh, hiccup."

"Honorable Spirit of the Holy Moon, your arrival is nothing more than another kind of relief."

The wine bottle in Old Tom's hand fell, his emaciated body fell limply, and his eyes, which were cloudy from drinking too much, slowly closed.

Sirin stepped forward to check her neck, and the pulsation of the blood vessels gradually weakened and stagnated.

"He's dead." Sirin picked up the wine bottle that fell on the ground, sniffed it lightly, with a regretful expression on her face, "This is the wine he prepared for himself before leaving."

Amy suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of loss. She recalled a ritual mentioned by the original owner of the body, walked slowly to Old Tom, pointed her finger on his wrinkled forehead, and chanted softly:

"The contract ends, and the Holy Moon Spirit will protect your souls and return them to the heavens."

A wisp of white smoke drifted out from above the old man's head, ignoring the cover of the roof, and slowly lifted into the air.

Ami withdrew her fingers and remained silent for a long time. She smiled only after her emotions calmed down, "I thought it was a clue, but I didn't expect to find myself. It's so strange~"

Sirin rubbed her cheeks, "There is still something to gain, put away that book first, it is yours, there is no point in staying here."

Amy closed the pages of the book, and put the Chronicle of the Misty Town Tombs into the storage ring.

"Let's go to the market and find the fishmonger that Old Tom mentioned. The bones in this cemetery are well preserved, and the necromancer will not give up easily." Sirin said.

"It's not yet dawn, let's find a place to rest first." Amy took the initiative to hold Sirin's arm, "By the way, tell me your story, I'm very curious."

The traveler from another world, and the traveler from the local world 300 years ago, their combination is really interesting.

Volume 23: Chapter [-] The So-called Brave

After working in the middle of the night, and there were only about two hours left before dawn, Amy and Sirin didn't bother to find a hotel, so they stayed in the guest room of Kevin's house.

The body of old Tom, the cemetery keeper, was handed over to Lunford. Old Tom had no family members, and there were still some relatives, so there were only Lunford and Kevin left.

Amy and Sirin lay side by side on the narrow bed, and the sound of each other's breathing could be heard clearly.

"I was born in 194 of the new calendar, in a small northern town belonging to the Red Dragon Empire. The name of the town is Taluya, which means 'spring eye' in the language of the sand people."

Sirin recounted her past in a soft and steady voice, with a hint of nostalgia.

"My father was a down-and-out nobleman. When I was born, the empire was at peace for a hundred years, and there was no war. He had nothing to do. He could only watch his title be abolished and become an ordinary knight in the town. In Taluya , the Sand People and the Empire people live together, and they are related by marriage, and the relationship is very harmonious. My mother is a Sand People, do you remember what a Sand People are?"

Amy nodded. The so-called sand people on the Blessed Continent generally refer to the races living in the northern desert areas. It is said that their ancestors had the blood of demigods, and their descendants were born with the ability to awaken wind and earth magic, which is very powerful. fighting race.

The demigod's bloodline is not worth bragging about. The existing races on God's Blessed Continent, including humans, can trace back to the history of their ancestors, and they can all be related to gods.

After all, in the era before the prosperity of hundreds of clans, it was gods and demons and their agents who walked the world.

"My mother is the saint among the sand people, and I inherited my pupil color and affinity for wind attribute magic power from her." Sirin stroked the back of Amy's hand, "Mother is a gentle woman, The love between her and her father is very sincere and fierce, so I have many brothers and sisters..."

Speaking of this, Sirin showed a wry smile, "However, in a place like Talua where resources are not rich, too many children will become a burden to the family. Although my father still retains the status of a knight, our life is still very good. bitter."

"So, my brothers and sisters and I learned how to hunt and how to live in the wild at an early age. The Sand people are natural hunters. They are sharp and fast. When I later learned swordsmanship, I couldn't get rid of this influence. "

"When I was eight years old, I met my teacher, the No. 20 swordsman of the Chilong Empire, Lonis, who was titled 'The Wind of the High Sky'. For more than ten years, I have been Follow him to learn swordsmanship and improve your skills. I have told you many adventure stories during this period. Joining the legendary mercenary group of Sword and Rose is also because of the recommendation of the teacher."

Amy was thoughtful, "So the secret element sword skill..."

"That is the secret book of our extreme swordsmanship school. It is only taught within the school, and outsiders have almost no qualifications to learn it." Sirin said, "So when I saw you performing the secret element sword skill that day, I put down my guard."

"Wow! You still lied to me that it's only middle-level and high-level swordsmanship!" Amy pouted, and squeezed Sirin's fingers hard.

"I didn't lie to you. Although it is a cheat book, the secret element sword technique is not the top sword technique." Sirin gently pressed Amy's finger. , a state of self-containedness. In fact, I was also very curious at the time, why an elf could learn the secret element sword skill."

"I don't remember." Amy pulled out the invincible amnesia method, "After saving you that day, this sword technique came to mind inexplicably."

Sirin said: "Looking at your age, you probably have friendship with a senior in the school."

"Oh hoo? You mean I'm very old?" Amy quit, and if the age gap was torn apart, it would be inconvenient for the subsequent development of the relationship.

Sirin pursed her lips. She wanted to reply, "Don't tell me you don't have a clue, old man?" But facing Amy's immature face and beautiful body that was no different from a girl, she couldn't say that.

"I don't mean that." Sirin reassured, "Let's talk about the story behind."

"Humph~"

"In the 218th year of the new calendar, I officially became a legendary professional. I was 24 years old at that time, and I broke the record since the resurgence of the Red Dragon Empire." Sirin raised her head slightly, with emotion in her voice. In that year, there were many abyssal monster invasions in various parts of the empire. The teacher took me to fight in various places, met some partners, and defeated many powerful enemies. At the end of that year, I was officially appointed because I was good at using wind Attribute sword skills, the teacher let me inherit the title of 'Dance of Spiritual Wind', and also asked for the silver and white holy order from the treasury of the Red Dragon Empire."

Amy was stunned. Although I don't know how many legend professionals there are in this world, legends are already the top group of professionals. Xilin stepped into this rank at the age of 24 and got a legendary weapon. There is no difference between traveling and driving.

She is a true genius!

Amy then thought of another question, "You have such a close relationship with the Red Dragon Empire, so when you watch "Red Dragon King"..."

"The inspiration for this book comes from ZTE Emperor Erto, right?" Sirin said, "The story of that legendary emperor is indeed worth writing."

The Red Dragon Empire has a very long history, dating back hundreds of years before the new calendar, that is, the era of the Church of Light.

However, in the battle of the end of the old era, in order to help the Church of Light defeat the dark madmen, the Chilong Empire suffered heavy losses and almost disintegrated.