Fang Yu was stunned for a moment and turned around. "Bystander? Miss Sylvide, did you see something?"
Sylvide's shallow sea-like eyes reflected the lights in the hall, slightly brightening. Her tone was slightly mysterious: "The past has reappeared repeatedly. Isn't it what the owner of this place wants us to see? The disaster that Dolifen once encountered, and the desperate memories of the people who experienced that disaster, linger and form phantoms. Be what each of us sees in our dreams.”
Fang Yu thought for a moment and realized that this statement did make some sense. But was everything they experienced in their dreams really what Dolifen's ghosts had seen and heard? He couldn't help but ask: "But there are some exceptions. What Jita sees is different from us."
Only then did he describe Jita's dream.
"This dream reveals a lot of clues," Sylvide thought for a moment and tapped her chin with her green-white fingertips. "First of all, we have to make sure that every dream has its own purpose. Dreams are the vision of the former owner and what they want us to see. This is such a deep persistence and must contain the hopes and regrets of the past."
"Want to survive." Tian Lan suddenly said decisively, and she said it again: "She must want to survive so much. On that cold altar, I can clearly feel such a strong desire in her heart. That The voice told me that she didn’t want to die, and that she still had unfinished business, but I could only watch helplessly, watching myself slide into the darkness and coldness with her little by little..."
"How much she hopes to survive, but there is nothing I can do. I can't do it. Brother Ed, I have never been so scared." She was a little incoherent, and big tears rolled down her eyes as she spoke.
Aitila came over, patted her back to make her feel better, and cried into the arms of the elf girl. "Sister Atila, I'm so scared!"
"Okay, Tianlan, everything is over." Etila comforted her gently.
Sylvide waited until Tianlan's mood calmed down a little before continuing: "The lumberyard must be a very important place, at least it contains some obsession of the person who let Jita see all this in the dream."
"Could that be Chris's lumberyard?" Fang Plover asked.
Etila shook her head: "If I remember correctly, Chris said that his family's lumberyard was built after Dolifen was abandoned."
"But if it was before Dolifen was abandoned, there should be many logging camps outside the city in the forest, then it would be difficult to determine which one it was." Fang Plover shook his head.
"But we don't need to determine which one it is. Adventurers who have entered this hotel for more than ten years have seen countless fragments, but not every fragment has its own meaning. We just You just need to make sure that this illusion comes from the vision of people who experienced the disaster more than thirty years ago." Sylvide replied softly: "But the logging farm described by Jita is quiet and peaceful, which is indeed consistent with There’s something strange about the obsession that lingers in this city.”
"Not everyone sees a doomsday-like scene of war and chaos." Attila then said: "What I see is the daily life of this city. I seem to be in a square, and people are holding celebrations. .”
"Where's Miss Siesta?" Fang Plione couldn't help but ask.
"Shesta saw the same thing as me." Sylvide answered for her maid.
Fang Luo looked at Dict, who was standing aside. The older knight arrived just one step earlier than them. Standing in a military uniform in the hall, he looked a little out of place with the other guests. He raised his head and looked at the crystal lamps on the ceiling, thoughtfully. When Fang Yu asked, he briefly described what he saw.
A bridge, people fleeing.
A bridge, people fleeing. This didn't sound any different from what Sylvester saw. When Fang Yu thought about the day of the disaster, it was probably this scene that he had experienced the most, so it was not surprising.
"Does any of you have any clues about that disaster?" Fang Pliance asked.
Everyone shook their heads.
Among these people, it was Sylvide and Siesta who saw the disaster most intuitively. However, according to the noble lady, there seemed to be an invisible force interfering with the illusion, so that they could only see the collapse of the building, Fires rise and people die tragically, but there's no telling what's affecting it all.
Fang Yu thought about what he saw, and it seemed that this was exactly the case. But he had another theory. "But I think Dolifen's disaster may be related to the dark dragon."
"Dark dragon?"
Fang Yu then described what he saw. He talked about the Oath Keepers. Only these last dragon slayers in the world still inherit this title, and what else is related to them besides the dark dragon?
"...Besides, if it is a dark dragon, then many things will make sense, such as why the Dragon Cult appears in this place, and why Corin-Ithulian suppressed the truth about the abandonment of Dolifen."
"But didn't Mazak say that Nicol Bolas was killed by the hero Shujod more than a hundred years ago?" Tianlan wiped away her tears and couldn't help but ask.
"But he also said that it will come back again," Fang Plover replied: "Do you still remember that Traveler's Rest was also established in Traveler Swamp more than thirty years ago, and Mr. Mazak also said something similar In other words—thirty years ago, his grandfather felt that the etheric magic in the Dragon's Horn was about to move, so he concluded that Nicol Bolas had resurrected and came to Aquin."
"It seems like this is true. You are so amazing, Brother Ed. I would have almost forgotten about it a long time ago." Tianlan couldn't help but be a little amazed. She seemed to have finally forgotten what happened before, and became a little happy: "In this way, we will have clues about what sister Aitila is investigating. We are really lucky."
Fang Yu just smiled when he heard this. Before, he would have had to brag about himself, but after Miss Scarpet left, this thought seemed to have faded away a lot.
He looked at Atila, and Miss Elf was also looking at him, her emerald green eyes slightly bright.
"Thank you," she said to everyone.
"It's not too late to say thank you until the truth comes to light, Miss Attila, I think everyone will be happy to accept it." Fang Pulver seemed much calmer and only said: "Actually, there is another problem here."
"Brother Ed, what's the problem?"
"We can't forget that that should have happened here more than thirty years ago. If Nicol Bolas had been revived at that time, why are the Dragon Cults still here today?"
"Perhaps they are looking for traces of their master here?" Tian Lan asked.
After hearing this answer, Sylvide shook her head slightly. "I'm afraid that's not the case. I think what happened here thirty years ago has nothing to do with them." Although she was not as clear as Tianlan, Jita and others about the cause and effect of this incident, but after these days, she gradually figured it out through insinuations. The connection between this team and the Dragon Worshipers.
Seeing everyone's eyes on her, the noble girl paused for a moment before continuing: "Tianlan, do you still remember your dream?"
"That dagger -" Tianlan was stunned for a moment, then opened her mouth in an exaggerated manner. After a long while, she asked with a pale face: "Could it be that the people who attacked us that day were really Dragon Worshipers?"
"It's very possible." It was Jieta who spoke this time. Her voice was low, but she replied firmly: "They should be performing a ritual, which may be related to Nicol Bolas's resurrection. An evil ritual that uses life as a sacrifice."
Fang Plover also nodded. "Indeed, think about it, wasn't it revived thirty years ago?"
"You mean, those guys killed an entire city in order to revive Nicol Bolas?" Tian Lan recalled her dream and couldn't help but clenched her fists. "...This city is actually a dead city, rather than some migrating and abandoned city?"
Everyone, including the noble girl, couldn't help but feel a little silent after hearing Tian Lan's words.
Maybe a few people survived back then, but the number of people who died here is at least tens of thousands. In the end, such a thing only became a dusty secret and disappeared from people's memory forever.
For nearly half a century, only such a ruin remained, haunted by phantoms.
"Is this what the ghosts are trying to tell us?"
"...but what do they want to tell us?" Tianlan asked softly.
Fang Plover frowned slightly.
In fact, he had a vague feeling in his heart that the answer was that what the ghosts wanted to tell the world might be the secret of the Dragon Worshipers who appeared here thirty years later.
Nicol Bolas has returned, but why do these cultists still linger in this ruined city? Why does the Elpaxin Artisan Association issue missions every year for adventurers to investigate this place and obtain its secrets?
He knew that there must be an answer behind all this. Some people knew it, some people didn't know it-some people were careful to cover it up, and some people buried the history.
Behind all the clues, perhaps they point to a period of history that Mazak said made the entire kingdom reluctant to look back - the era of the Dragon Witch.
Thirty years ago, the Dragon Worshipers didn't really get what they wanted. Fang Yu couldn't help but have such an idea in his mind, because he recalled what Mazak said to the Shadow of Nicol Bolas at that time - today is not the time to end all grudges.
The descendant of the dragon slayer then chose to let go of Nicol Bolas' shadow formed by the dragon's severed horn.
Why do that?
Fang Plover boldly guessed that it was because Nicol Bolas was still very weak, and it would never appear in front of the world easily before it gained enough strength.
For thirty years, it has been dormant in this swamp, harboring resentment and always wanting revenge, but being cautious. Mr. Mazak's ancestor Shujod, and even three generations of their generation, came to Alquin several times, and even established a Traveler's Rest here for a time, but they could not gain any benefit from the misty swamp. clue.
As the last dragon slayer, Mr. Mazak should understand that there is not much time left for him, so he made that choice.
The more Fang Yu thought about it, the more he felt the possibility. In other words, if the dragon of darkness really revived in this city thirty years ago, it did not gain all its power in that disaster.
Is it because there was something wrong with the Dragon Worshipers' plan?
Or is it for some other reason?
He vaguely felt that he might have grasped the context of the problem. The most important thing now was to find the Dragon Worshipers, or to find what they wanted to get from these ruins before the other party did.
"By the way," Fang Plover raised his head and asked, "Where's Parker?"
"Of course he hasn't gotten up yet. If you don't throw him out of bed, it will be difficult for him to wake up." Tian Lan hummed at the side: "Mr. Hansen asked someone to go to the third floor to call him. I I’m too lazy to care about him.”
While he was talking, Fang Yu happened to see Hansen walking over with his people. The latter couldn't help but laugh when he heard Tianlan's words: "Miss Tianlan, I just asked my men to go to the third floor to get the Stalwart." Mark of Martyrdom, I heard that your companion happened to be in room 3007, but he was just dropping by."
"Good evening, Ed." After saying this, he nodded to Fang Plover.
Fang Yu also nodded in return, and then asked: "When the mission is triggered, don't we need to go to the third floor?"
Hansen shook his head and touched his bald forehead. "No, it's not that troublesome. We can just wait quietly in the lobby. The lady will come from that direction later, just like the unlucky Jeffrey. In fact, she can't see us. All we need to do is Just follow her," he said, pointing to the stairs.
"Is she also a ghost? But didn't Jeffrey see us in the end?" Tianlan asked.
"Well, that's an exception, you know. Mr. Parker is so lucky. I've only seen that happen once in my life."
"I should say it's too bad," Tian Lan said angrily. Her blue eyes rolled and she thought of something else. "But in other words, we have really solved the problem of poor Jeffrey. He last saw us before disappearing. Mr. Hansen, have you ever thought about it, but you have never solved the problem of that person." Where’s the lady’s trouble?”
She lowered her voice: "My wishes during my lifetime were not fulfilled, so the ghosts will always linger here."
Her question finally stopped Hansen.
The latter was taking the shield off his back and tying it on his hands. Hearing Tian Lan's words, he couldn't help but be stunned. "That makes sense, little girl. It's not like we haven't considered it in the past. Unfortunately, we have tried various methods, but the final results are just two."
"Which two?" Tianlan asked curiously.
"Succeed or fail."
"Ah, this is so boring-"
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