After hearing the chanting voice, Lin Yun and the others subconsciously became alert.
Lin Yun gestured to Nero, getting ready for battle.
Then at this time, the Plague Bird flew directly over, "Old Elf, what are you doing here?" The Plague Bird, who didn't know how old he was, landed on the edge of a ruin and said directly.
"Do you know him?" Seeing the plague bird fly up with such a familiar look, Lin Yun was stunned for a moment, and then stuck his head out.
A blind elf stood in front of everyone.
His appearance is extremely peculiar, with heavy traces of age on his face, a feature that is very uncommon among members of his race. Sparse gray hair, unkempt beard, eyes covered with white hoods, skin as thin as paper covered with age spots, spines bent by age... This is not the common way of aging among elves. The youthful look that would remain on the elf's face even before death has completely abandoned the old man.
"Who are you.
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"Lin Yun looked at the person in front of him with confusion.
"Ah, Commander, long time no see." The man at this moment was holding a ring that looked pure gold and said.
"Do you know me?" Lin Yun narrowed his eyes and then said.
"Ah, yes, because in fact not long ago, my good friend Quindence once asked me to come over to help investigate the guardian stone. However, due to the sudden attack of the devil, it turned out to be like this. In fact, after the Queen I was there when I performed the investiture ceremony for you and gave you the status of knight." The blind elf said with a smile.
"Really? What's your name?" Lin Yun narrowed his eyes and said.
Credence is the librarian of the Black Wing Library in Cannabry.
Now, he should still be assisting Huerlen in Cannably's reconstruction work, especially the reconstruction of the Black Wing Library.
"In the past, I would claim to be a blacksmith from Qiongning who lost his eyesight and found his destiny in a new craft, that is, a collector of stories. But recently, I have gradually begun to suspect that these are just lies."
The old elf chuckled sadly. "It's so ironic. I never thought that one day I would have reason to complain about my own memory. My memory contains the story of the whole world, but... I have noticed more and more warning signs recently. I have a lot of experience with many people. Ancient stories met, and then I found out... I was in those stories. I don't remember those events, but stories don't lie. So, this means that my memory is lying. I plan to dive into the deepest depths of memory to find out the truth . I seek to prove that my visions are real... and why is my past hidden from myself? I must find out why."
Listening to this guy's tirade, Lin Yun's forehead was covered with black lines.
"So, what is your name? What is the name you at least told Credence?" Lin Yun said with a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth.
"Sometimes people may lose their names. But when parents are gone and friends are gone, there is nowhere to ask what the name is. So people will randomly choose a good word to use as a name, because everyone must There has to be a name... is it necessary? I don’t know!”
The old elf frowned: "I prefer people to call me Storyteller. It describes my work and interests very accurately. In most places I have been, people call me by this name."
"Speaking of which, I have never seen an elf who looks so old. Can I ask how old you are?" At this time, Sedum on the side also interjected.
The blind old man straightened his bony back. "As you can see, this is what we have to do if we try to live for thousands of years. There is probably no mortal alive older than me."
The storyteller sighed and continued with a sad smile. "Anyway, this has nothing to do with time. This is the story that I have always buried in my heart. The world is full of suffering and sadness, and my story is not immune to it. I have tasted their bitterness and accepted this life in my heart. It is really difficult .The weight of these sufferings is all on my shoulders, but I will never trade this burden with others."
"This guy talks a lot. Is he the legendary chatterbox?" Bao'er frowned slightly, as if he didn't feel comfortable with it.
"Ah, I'm really sorry. As you can see, after all, I am a little old, so I inevitably prefer to chat and express my feelings by the way." The storyteller said with a smile.
At this time, Lin Yun frowned slightly. He always felt that this guy was confusing their thinking.
"You said earlier that Credence invited you to investigate the Guardian Stone, so what?" Lin Yun thought about it for a while, and finally dug out the opening question from the pile of words.
The storyteller smiled: "I am a storyteller. I am just an old and frail elf... maybe more old. Even for elves, I am an old man. I have seen many things and been to many places. place. Not so long ago, I had witnessed the rise of a young kingdom in the Stolen Lands, whose leader had a high profile and a promising future. As I dealt with the complexities of conquering that land, my advice was clearly relevant. That leader was quite useful.”
"It's not unusual for me. Some people seek my advice or services, and I don't refuse them. That's how I got my reputation: an old wanderer who never hurt anyone and stayed away from the world. Disputes, but sometimes they give good advice. I have a few friends in Neruthian, and they can vouch for my honesty. It is also because of this that my small request to see the guardian stone with my own eyes was approved. I've visited every one of them, but I've only found reasons to warn Cannably."
"I have examined many Wardstones, but only the one guarding Cannabry did I sense a flaw in it. There was a stain of corruption within it. A weakness that demons were sure to exploit. They could wreak havoc within the Wardstone. , corrupt it, and then turn it into a demon's weapon. What could the demon do with it? It makes me feel terrible just thinking about it. The Guardian Stone must be destroyed. But just when I wanted to tell my friend Quaden When we were in Sri Lanka, such a tragedy happened.”
"Is that so?" Lin Yun frowned slightly, feeling something was wrong.
"Are you a bard?" Nero asked strangely.
"Although I don't know what is going on with this guy, I can be sure that this guy is not a pure bard. He has the ability to touch something and then produce a very powerful recall effect. He is very useful if you want to investigate something." At this time, the plague bird who rarely expressed opinions also said at this time.
"Is it true?" Lin Yun raised his eyebrows and looked at the storyteller.
The storyteller chuckled. "Yes, to a certain extent. However, it is more like a gift. I can see the past of things, the stories that have already happened. As long as I touch the object, it has the holders, their Fragments of memories would appear in my consciousness. Their emotions, their passions, their tragedies. I would see those visions as if I were them."
The storyteller shrugged: "I've always managed things well. I'm sure I should have been a blacksmith before. I've always felt the essence of things, their soul. As far as I can remember, I can always feel on an object the remnants of memories and feelings left by its previous owner. I don’t know where this gift comes from. Maybe, after the gods took away my sight, He gave me another sense."
"Are you an occultist?" Lin Yun thought for a while and then said.
"The commander is really well-informed. He even knows the occultist. Unfortunately, I don't seem to be an occultist. It should even be said that my ability is even more powerful than the ability to sense objects." The storyteller He shook his head slightly, but at the same time showed a proud smile.
Occultist is a very special profession, similar to the ability of the paladin who wanted to investigate Dailan before.
Special abilities professionals.
Then the Occultist has a very special ability at level 2.
It's called tactile perception. Using this method to investigate an object requires spending 1 minute manipulating the object.
If the item is magic, he knows its properties and command word as if he had successfully used Detect Magic and succeeded on a Spellcraft check.
If the occultist's class level is lower than the item's caster level, he will not reveal the presence of the cursed item.
If the object has any historical significance, the occultist can learn a piece of information about the past.
Finally, if the item was last used no more than 1 day per occultist level, he can learn some information about the item's last user.
This information can be a glimpse of the user's appearance, a brief scene about the last use, or the user's mood during the last use.
It seemed that he was dissatisfied with his ability compared with a mere level 2 professional ability, so the storyteller started talking again.
"It's like a romantic aristocratic man collecting his playthings. It's like a doctor setting up a tombstone alone for the patients he failed to save. Everyone, including you, has his own secret, which is hidden deep in the soul. life, the most precious experience, everything that will never be shared with anyone else.”
"The world is not made up of events or objects, but stories. They flow from the past to the future, throughout our world in the 'here and now'. They give meaning to everything, they are meaning itself, and everything else is It is the setting needed for the story to exist. Nothing is more real and living than a story, and everything real and living may die, or be destroyed, distorted, or forgotten... But as long as I still Remember these stories that have stayed with me and they will never go away.”
"This is why I don't share my story with others very much... By telling you my story, I give you the power to tell it to others, distorting and beautifying it intentionally or unintentionally. How can I be sure, you said? Can the stories remain the same? As they pass from one person to another, they will be changed, distorted, and finally become absurd anecdotes. That’s why I keep my own affairs secret.”
