"Mrs. Berg!" Sean tried his best to suppress his overeagerness and called the owner of the tavern in a calm manner.
The hostess of the tavern who was settling accounts behind the bar raised her head and saw Sean's mask turned around. She put down her pen, took off her reading glasses, and hurried to Sean's table: "How can I help you?"
Before, she had known that Mr. Panza had not returned yet, and she could feel a little worried in her heart.
Sean pointed to the oil painting on the wall and asked in a gentle tone: "Madam, I want to ask you, what scene does this painting depict and who painted it?"
Mrs. Berg raised her eyebrows - apparently, tourists often asked about the origin of this painting, and she responded with what she had said many times before: "Oh... it was painted by a local artist. It describes When the pioneers of Yongyere faced the harsh natural environment, they showed their unyielding spirit..."
Moonlight's brows frowned slightly under the mask: Obviously, Mrs. Berg was trying to guide the meaning of this painting into a "symbolic scene" and downplay the real meaning of this painting...
However, considering what the martyr said before, that local people avoid talking to outsiders about the tragedy of that year, her misleading is understandable.
Apparently Sean realizes this too.
He can use some "functions" or choose any ability among the "Divine Feathers" to make Mrs. Berg tell the truth.
However, he planned to speak plainly. Exchange sincerity for sincerity.
"Madam, it's like this..." Sean turned around and motioned for Mrs. Berg to sit opposite him, "Actually, today I learned about the story about the Northern March Brigade at the Martyrs of Truth... …”
Mrs. Berg still didn't understand the meaning of the powerful explorer in front of her. Out of wariness of outsiders, when she heard Sean mention the "Northern Brigade", her expression became slightly stiff - she didn't want to Again someone said they were "descendants of cannibals".
Sean clasped his hands and put them on his lap, and said in a gentle and sincere tone: "To be honest, I sympathize with you and the ancestors of the Rongyel residents. After all, they suffered in such terrible circumstances. Such a terrible thing will be criticized by the whole world in the future..."
Listening to what Sean said, Mrs. Berg's expression relaxed a little bit.
"Not only that..." Sean turned to look at his teammates, and then back, "We also sympathize with the current residents of Rongyel - the whole world does not believe what you said, and insists on laying the blame on On the heads of you and your ancestors..."
Mrs. Berg took a gentle breath, seemed to be choked, and then nodded: "Sir, to be honest with you, this is indeed a scar on our town, and it seems like a scar that can never be erased..."
Moonlight shook her head slightly: "Believe me, madam, even the mountain peaks will be smoothed by the wind, and the sun will go out one day - there are no scars in this world that cannot be erased."
Mrs. Berg nodded gratefully: "Thank you for your understanding. You may not be able to imagine what such understanding means to us."
"Those who live a good life can't imagine the kind of spiritual battle that people who are in trouble have to face." Sean sighed softly, "Madam, you must also know that we came to Rongyel this time to find the missing people. Teammate's...
“I now surmise that the incident that happened in Rongyel may be related to the misfortune on the shores of Mistani Lake.
"So, I really want to know, there is a secret about this painting."
Mrs. Berg turned her head - her husband and son were at the table not far away, and they also heard what the explorer said.
The silent man nodded slightly, and Mrs. Berg turned back...
"Gamel..." The wife sighed, holding the handkerchief in her pocket, "The author of this painting is called Gamel, and he was one of the survivors of the brigade that marched north.
"He is still alive and lives in the east end of the town."
The wife raised her face and looked at the painting on the wall: "The three people in this painting were the leaders of the northern brigade. They were the three explorers - the winter forest hunter, the black book holder and the cry. Bloodsinger.
"Back then, if the three of them hadn't fought off the Wendigo, our ancestors wouldn't have been able to get out of that snow forest."
"After Gamel painted this painting, he never mentioned the meaning of this painting.
“We speculate that when he was only ten years old, he should have witnessed three explorers fighting off the Wendigo.
"However, he always kept this secret in his heart, and it was not until he was old that he painted the pictures in his memory."
"May I ask," Moonlight said, "Why do you want to hang this painting here?"
If outsiders see this painting, it might cause further disputes.
Mrs. Berg sighed: "The Wendigo manipulated the survivors and made my mother do terrible things in the woods...
"She ate..." Mrs. Berg turned pale and did not continue.
After sorting out her mood, she continued: "Anyway, I think this is the truth back then.
"The Wendigo manipulated her, the Quester defeated the Wendigo, and together they emerged from the Snowy Woods and founded Jonyel.
“I can’t change other people’s minds, but in order to tell the truth to the world, I choose to hang this painting.
“I want to tell the world that Wendigo exists.
"My mother is not an irrational beast."
At this point, Mrs. Berg's eyes turned red.
Although she bravely hung up the painting, when others asked about it, she could only choose to downplay the dispute.
Sean and Yueguang, who had no choice but to let the person recall the pain of the past, felt a little guilty and looked at each other helplessly.
Seemingly realizing that she had made the guest feel a little guilty, the considerate wife wiped the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief and quickly returned to her optimistic and cheerful look: "If you guys want to visit Mr. Gamer, it's not too late to go now - —He usually doesn’t go to bed until 9 o’clock.”
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After leaving the Berg's tavern, walking to the eastern end of Rongyel, and knocking on the door that Mrs. Berg mentioned, Sean felt inexplicably uneasy.
Before coming, my wife said that Gamel had some signs of dementia due to age and alcoholism.
What you say does not match your words.
Sean wondered if it was a good idea to visit such an old man at night.
However, he quickly put these doubts behind him when he heard shuffling footsteps coming from the door.
The wooden door was opened.
The person illuminated by the warm light inside the door surprised the three of them——
The old man in front of him had short white hair, thick glasses, and a white beard sprouting from his head.
He was obviously the old man who stared at Sean and the three of them when they arrived at Jungyer Square yesterday evening.
They had met Mr. Gamer before visiting him.
Such coincidences always cause consternation.
I don't know whether it was because he knew that Sean and others would visit, or because his thinking ability had indeed declined, but when he saw the faint orange color of the street lights falling on the three masked people, he didn't show too much panic or fear. .
He stared at Sean and the three of them for a long time, opened and closed his lips, and uttered a few words in the cold night wind, seemingly muttering to himself: "Three...
"Three more masked men."
