Fang Yu grabbed the former's collar and pulled him back, "Look clearly, that's not a ghost!"
"Why not, huh?" In fact, Xiaoyao is not that afraid of ghosts in a fantasy world. In Gula Port, where Silver Vislan is based, he has also seen priests performing exorcism rituals.
That's not the suit's trick on Earth. The crowd gathered three levels inside and three outside, and Mirela's priests wore dark blue holy robes - they were actually judges. The priests held silver holy talismans and pressed them on the chests of the possessed ones, as green as Luotie. Smoke was rising, and the next moment the evil spirit emerged from under the skin. The man's veins burst out and he screamed.
Isn't that scene a thousand times more terrifying than now?
It's just that it's so dark and quiet here, and everything is still. When people are here and feel the same, they can't help but shudder, and they can't help it for a while.
But upon closer inspection, it turned out that the girl was not a ghost as Fang Yu said.
She just stood there, with a rhombus-shaped hexahedron suspended above her head, casting a beam of blue light downwards. The girl was located in the light, her body was almost translucent, and she looked like a ghost.
"Projector?" Xiaoyao was embarrassed and asked awkwardly, "She's not here?" He was asking about the big guy.
The iron statue was silent.
"I'm sorry," the girl said apologetically, "I didn't want to see you like this, but I just can't show my true self to you. I've been down here for so long that I almost forgot what's going on outside. The situation, and the way you deal with people...are you from the ground?"
Fang Plover nodded. He looked at the other person, and couldn't see the color of the other person's hair or eye color in the glowing blue light. The other person might be an Imperial person, but at least he came from a place he was not familiar with, and was slightly different from the Imperial people he had seen. difference.
"Who are you?"
"My name is Aona, Aona Lesvina. Pepe must have told you my name. I and others moved into this underground place a long time ago. The blue sky in my memory, the forest in the forest. The birds, the trees that turn golden in autumn, the gurgling river water, and the silver fish swimming in the water are all a thing of the past. We have always lived here, and have given names to every plant and tree here, Hall of Giants, Some of the names in the Gray Wilderness come from the outside world.”
A flash of excitement flashed in Fang Yu's heart, and the girl's words revealed a lot of information, "She and others" - that is to say, the other party may even be the first generation to move into this underground world. She has memories of the world on the ground, which also confirms this from the side.
He forced himself to calm down, because he was an enemy or a friend, and the other party had not expressed his attitude yet. Fang Yu listened silently without interrupting, just waiting for the girl to finish explaining her purpose.
It seemed that she hadn't interacted with anyone for a long time, and Aona seemed a bit talkative. "I'm sorry, I took the liberty to invite you all here. Firstly, it was because I was curious and saw you entering that temple; secondly, there was no one there for a long time. When I come down here, I don’t want to give up this opportunity and want to ask you all about how the outside world has changed over the years.”
This sentence seems to confirm that the other party has experienced a long time underground. Even Luo Hao whispered something to Luo Yu beside him, and looked at the girl in front of him suspiciously.
But can any mortal really survive such a long time? Fang Yu suddenly thought of the other party's words, "It's not convenient to show one's true self to others." Then he looked at the projector in front of him, and felt something for a moment.
But that thought shocked him greatly. Could it be that the alchemists of the sixth technical route could actually preserve souls or thoughts through technology? Both of these are a bit too shocking.
As mentioned before, even today, the exploration of the soul by magic arts is only in a superficial field.
Of course, there are exceptions like Miss Tata, but he still doesn't know exactly what changes the Silver Tower scholars have made on the Fairy Dragon Soul, and Miss Tata can't remember her origins.
But of course it was impossible for him to tell the whole story about the shock in his heart. He suppressed his curiosity and asked, "Why us? The Imperials have been operating here for many years, right?"
"Those people above are liars and descendants of bad people.
Today, Peipei cannot trust them. "Before Aona could answer, the kobold beside her chirped.
Aona frowned after hearing this, looked at the big guy aside and said, "Mr. Ota, I told you not to teach Pepe this. It has nothing to do with the people and things in the past. Besides...yeah, I also scolded him. It’s too unpleasant to hear.”
The iron statue moved slightly, and the orange light above its head flickered.
When Xiaoyao saw this scene, he couldn't help but quietly poked Shui Wuming on the side with his hand. Both of them had shock in their eyes.
Aona then turned around and faced the others, "As you can see, Ota can't trust the Imperials, and I can't trust them either. Naturally, Mr. Alphonse can't trust them either. They deceived us once, and I don't believe it. No matter what they say, I can see that you are not with them, and you seem to have some issues with the imperial people. As an outsider, I want to hear your views on the outside world."
"Wait, Alphonse...you mean?" Fang Plover finally noticed the name in the other person's mouth.
"You should have seen that elemental monarch outside. If it hadn't protected us here, we wouldn't have been able to stop here and build a city."
Fang Yu was shocked. It turned out that those alchemists actually reached an agreement with an elemental tyrant. So what exactly happened in that era? How could that elemental tyrant hate the Imperials so much?
"Lady Aona has a grudge against the Empire?"
"Let's make a deal," the girl smiled, "You tell me what happened in the outside world, and I'll tell you the story."
Fang Yu pondered for a moment and felt that there was nothing wrong with this. He looked at the others, who also nodded to him silently. "Okay then," Fang Plover replied, "Ms. Aona, what do you want to hear?"
"Don't worry, this..."
"My name is Ed."
"Mr. Ed," Aona blinked and looked at him curiously, "Your name is also Ed. Are you the Ed of the great alchemist?"
coming.
Fang Yu scratched his head and was so embarrassed that he had to dig out two rooms and one living room with his feet on the ground. Especially considering that the girl may have come from that long-ago era, and that among the people she came into contact with were students of the great alchemist Ed.
People like Hayne-Pham.
Fortunately, the girl did not get to the bottom of it, but just gave him an interesting look, "But most people who can remember the sages have good hearts. Mr. Ed, can you tell me the story of the Horns family?"
The Horns family?
"The Horns family, that's the Elkins dynasty," Fang Plover was still searching for memories, while Jita reminded him in a low voice, "That was the family that founded the Northern Empire. It later changed its name several times before it got its current name. Brother Ed."
"Oh, so that person's descendants actually established a new empire later, and it was called the Northern Empire, right?" Aona asked softly as she looked at several people.
Fang Plover nodded.
"If Ms. Aona wants to ask about the Northern Empire, yes, it continues to this day and still rules this country."
While he patted Jita's shoulder gently, he gave the latter an encouraging look and asked her to step forward. "Kita is a scholar in our group. If Ms. Aona wants to hear what happened after that, you might as well ask her."
"Okay," Aona turned her gaze to the short Jita, "Miss Jita, can you tell me the story after that? I am interested in everything you said after the Elkins Dynasty."
Jita nodded. It was a long story that would take a while to tell. But there is no one else in the group who is more qualified to take on this responsibility than her, and this is the request of the group leader, so she has no shirk.
She organized her thoughts and started with the fall of the dynasty. That was nothing new. The twilight of the kingdom was also repeated in another world, with turmoil, famine, and riots, a decadent and dying world.
But the eagles from the north do not represent the side of justice. Behind it is just the old story of nobles fighting and annexing each other.
After conspiracy and blood, fire and destruction, a new empire was established on the ruins.
It has experienced decline, recuperation, development, changes, and has declined again. It has experienced several revivals and reforms, and only rose again thirty years ago.
Today's Oshurs are still the people of the most powerful country in Aitaria.
Aona was fascinated by what she heard, and it took her a long time to realize that she had asked for several names during Jita's narration, but those names were all too old, and even Jita had never heard of some of them, not to mention Fang Plover.
In the second half of the story, the girl didn't interrupt anymore, she just listened quietly until the end.
"The empire has changed," she said quietly. "It's hard for us to say whether his wish has come true. Has he betrayed almost every one of us and reached the world he wanted to reach?"
"Miss Aona?" Jita raised her head and looked at her in surprise.
"It's nothing," Aona forced a smile and shook her head, "You've finished telling your stories, now it's my turn to tell a story. That story is actually quite ordinary, it's all cliche plots."
Everyone present looked at each other and said nothing. The scene was a little too weird. The girl in front of her seemed to have lived seven centuries ago. Everything she knew was the memory of that era.
Although they knew that the other party was not a ghost, people still had some strange feelings in their hearts.
However, Aona seemed to be aware of everyone's thoughts and said: "But this is not the best place to tell stories. After listening to such a good story, letting you stay in such a place does not seem to be the way to treat guests. Everyone, please come with me, I will take you to a place."
"Huh?" The Papalar man sighed after hearing this. He rubbed his feet and said, "Are you going to go again?"
Their group is inherently shorter than humans, and they have to take several steps for others to take one step. May was strong-willed, but he couldn't do it, so he sat down on the ground and complained.
However, Fang Yu was not used to it. At his signal, Luo Hao picked up Papalar like a bag of flour. Parker was so angry that he shouted, "Put me down, you damn fat man!"
"you sure?"
"Put it down gently."
Luo Hao glanced at this guy and was too lazy to pay attention to him.
Fortunately, the place Aona mentioned was not far away. After bypassing several tall pillars, a gray cave appeared in front. Fang Plover discovered that the cave was located on a sloping cliff, and there were concealment methods on it. If the imperial people had not sent magicians to use magic to investigate inch by inch, it would have been almost difficult to discover this place.
But this place is so far away from the underground city. Even the Imperial people are not crazy enough to make the magicians use magic to search this vast underground world inch by inch. In fact, it is impossible to do so.
No wonder the Oshu people have found nothing for so many years, and the alchemists in the past must have not only operated such a secret place, but also three burrows.
The moment he walked into the cave, Fang Plover couldn't help being shocked.
There is a dark underground world outside, but there is soft light in the cave. The light comes from above. It is not a rough rock top, but an artificially carved ceiling.
The interior of the entire cave is a very exquisitely built hall, which is not necessarily a fully equipped residence. It is surrounded by tall bookshelves, extending from the floor to the ceiling.
The bookshelves are filled with all kinds of books and documents, and thick rolls of paper are stuffed into boxes one after another. Rows of towering bookshelves form the walls of the hall.
There is a fireplace in the center of the bookshelf.
However, what made Fang Yu's heart beat loudly was that he saw the tower-type magic furnace in front of the fireplace at a glance.
It is almost identical to the one seen in the Imperial Workshop, but the one here is obviously much more complete. The one found by the Imperials is covered with rust, and this one is placed on a huge workbench in front of the fireplace. It appears to have been maintained and is almost in mint condition.
The brass casing has even been freshly coated with oil.
There are also desks in the hall, from
The vegetation in the above-ground world is planted in flower pots on the side of the desk, dotting this monotonous underground world with bright green under the light.
On the other side of the desk is a fish tank with several whitebaits in it, and the tank is glowing with light. The small objects on the table, the hammock on the side of the room, the spacious and comfortable sofa, and the curved handrails spiraling up the stairs, everything here seems to indicate the life taste of the owner here.
Fang Yu couldn't help but look to the side. Aona under the projector was like a phantom and could not touch everything in this world. Even the cane that had just fallen to the side was lifted by Pepe. .
But the girl didn't care. She walked over, sat down on the sofa lightly, and then motioned for the others to sit down as well.
Fang Yu was a little absent-minded. His mind was now full of the magic furnace and the documents piled in the wooden boxes. Those might be the most important precious things left by the alchemists of the sixth technical route. literature.
This is also the purpose of his trip.
Others were more or less aware of the difference here, especially Luo Wei and Shui Wuming. Naturally, they would recognize the huge workbench and the various alchemist's tools on it.
Although hundreds of years have passed, many alchemical tools invented in the middle and modern times are still in use today. Some have changed their shapes, but you can still see what they were originally.
This is undoubtedly the treasure they want to find.
But alas, the treasure seems to be owned.
Everyone couldn't help but look at each other. It would be better if they represented the empire. The people of the empire didn't care whether everything here had an owner or not. Everything on the land of the empire belonged to the empire.
As for if it's not on imperial land, that depends on the situation.
"Everyone, the story I'm about to tell almost started in the same era as the one told by Miss Kitta," but Aona seemed not to notice the expressions of everyone, and narrated eloquently, "There were a few young people at that time. The first one is called Jeldm, who is an outstanding craftsman. The second one is a scholar from the Silver Tower, Helinwell. He is a student of the famous great alchemist Haine. The third one is a weirdo. The genius, his name is Friston."
"Friston?" Fang Plover said unexpectedly.
Aona was interrupted, but she was not annoyed, but looked at him, "What's wrong with Mr. Ed?"
The president of the Craftsmen's Guild also happened to be named Friston, but this didn't matter. It was very common for people in the Empire to have the same name, but he was a little surprised when he suddenly heard this name. "What's this Friston's last name?"
"His name is Eisengreen, and he is a descendant of a small family on the border of the empire."
"A member of the Golden Goat family?"
"Why," Aona asked curiously, "did this family become famous later on?"
"Yes, the Eisengreen family later became one of the seven great magician families," Fang Yu nodded and replied, "Ms. Aona, do you want to hear the story about them?"
"No need, I can probably guess what happened."
But it should just be the same name. The president came from a noble family in the empire, but he was definitely not from the Eisengreen family.
Fang Yu said: "Ms. Aona, please continue talking."
"The fourth one happens to be also a descendant of the Sorcerer family. He is a warlock from the Draka family. He is cold and has a bad relationship with everyone, but he has extensive knowledge and is the most reliable person in the team. Mind. The fifth one is a noble young man named Haiernam..."
"Ah," Miss Scholar couldn't help but lost her voice after hearing this. Everyone's eyes turned to her, and Jita quickly blushed and waved her hands, "It's nothing to me, I just heard a familiar name from history."
Aona pursed her lips and smiled, not taking it seriously.
Jita quietly entered text in the team channel:
"The Sword of the Empire, Helnam Joyce, is the most famous swordsman in the history of the empire. He himself also had an incredible task in that era. He is the second son of Duke Joyce. The Duke once served in Egypt. At the end of the Erkins dynasty, he served as the prime minister of the empire."
Fang Yu saw this line of writing
She couldn't help but feel awe in her words, and suddenly realized the gold content of these names mentioned by Aona. How could they be inferior to those who could walk with such an outstanding person, the son of a duke and a prime minister?
He suddenly became curious about every name among them.
Among the three craftsmen, one of them is a student of Hain-Fam. He has seen this name too much and has developed a certain immunity. Otherwise, just by virtue of his identity, he is not inferior to the son of the Duke, the Imperial Sword in history. Holy.
A prophet from the house of the Golden Goat, a snake-eyed warlock, who else?
He looked at Aona.
The girl just said it to the end, "The sixth person, and also the last person, let me give up his name. It's not that I want to drop my book bag, but I really don't want to mention his name at this time. In short, his origin, Their knowledge is not much different from the previous ones, and they are even more far-sighted, lofty ambitions...and...ambition..."
She paused slightly for a moment.
"This story begins from the life experiences of these young people."
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