The Birbom Dynasty flourished and declined, and finally came to an end due to the invasion of barbarians from the Far South.
The barbarian monarch obviously didn't have the ability to maintain a grand empire, so the decayed grand dynasty fell apart, and the mainland once again became a state of several countries restraining each other.
Alan Beerbohm's great achievements were cast aside by the victors who came from behind, and in the end it became nothing more than a few records in the history books, and the past glory was also distorted and exaggerated in people's word of mouth, becoming an unrecognizable legend. Myths and legends that people believe in—even though it is only two hundred years ago.
In the hinterland of the great country of Allen, there is a small town called Bierboom. It is said that it is the one that unified the world more than two hundred years ago (for people of this era, this continent is equivalent to the land they know). The birthplace of the Bilbom Dynasty, the hometown of the great High King Alan.
It is a pity that there is no one with the surname of Bierboom in this town: the descendants of the High King, those with Bierboom's blood in their veins were slaughtered by the barbarians, and the blood of the High King And thus disappeared into the vast history.
Of course, these things are of no significance to the common people. Regardless of the change of dynasty or the change of generation, they are as hardworking as ever, busy for their own and family life.
Only innocent children can play freely.
"It's not bragging!"
In the small town of Bierboom, in a certain alley where children often gather together, a round-faced little boy with short honey-wax hair said loudly: "My great-great-great-great-grandfather is the legendary great-great-great-grandfather who traveled the entire continent. Sage!"
"It's not bragging. There is no orchard with golden apples in this world! I think your great-great-great-great-grandfather is either bragging or making up!"
The other children coaxed and laughed at the round-faced little boy, and one of the freckled boys sang to the tune of the organ from the square not far away: "Wiler, who is lying ~ Willer who is bragging. ~Viller without parents~"
The round-faced little boy named Weller blushed with anger. He stiffened his neck and shouted stubbornly: "I'm not lying! The golden apple forest exists, and it's on the top of Mount Amos!"
"Weiler, who has no parents~ is so pitiful~ he wants to attract others' attention~ he actually tells such absurd lies~"
But the other party ignored him, but continued to prolong the tune and sing the song he composed.
"That's enough, shut up, you idiot!"
Weller shook his fist and rushed towards the opponent.
As a result, he was so weak that he was stopped by others all of a sudden.
"Poor Weller, after all, you have to work in that dirty restaurant every day in order not to go hungry, and you don't know anything about things outside the town. Then in return for making me feel so happy, Let me, the future lord, tell you one thing."
The freckled boy is obviously the role of the kid king of this group of little devils. He looked at Weller who was pressed on the ground with a sense of superiority, and smiled pretentiously: "Half a year ago, the famous Mr. Knight Lauren Crowe Under the sponsorship of Mrs. Strelitzia, Tien challenged to climb Mount Elmos and successfully conquered it! Unfortunately, there is nothing on the top of the mountain except snow, whether it is the apple grove you mentioned, or the snow monster, None of them exist!"
"I don't believe it! That Lauren or something must be a liar!"
Wheeler, who was pressed to the ground, was still struggling.
"Even Mr. Lauren Cloutien doesn't know, how ignorant~" The freckled boy spread his hands: "That adult is the only one who survived the 'Wailing Crypt', and there are many others He is the most outstanding adventurer of this century! If you want, I don't mind lending you his book "Conquering Mount Elmos"~"
"Pooh!"
"Damn it, you dare to spit on my shoes! Give him a good lesson!"
…
"Willer, you've been beaten again."
Back at the restaurant where he worked part-time, the fat boss saw Willer with a bruised nose and a swollen face, and couldn't help but gloated and joked, "Why this time again? Is it because of the golden fruit forest?"
"nothing."
Weller answered him dejectedly, then ran to the back door and climbed up a small ladder over there.
Ville-Roy's parents died in a natural disaster when he was young, leaving him alone.
After selling his family's real estate (of course, it was sold very cheaply because he was cheated), Weiler finally survived until now.
He is now living in the small attic of the restaurant where he works, and the only pleasure he enjoys every day is reading the few ancient books he brought out from his original home.
Among them, his favorite is "Roy's Travels". He still remembers his father telling him as a child that this is a book written by his great-great-great-great-grandfather.
The book depicts a majestic and magnificent world, which makes people yearn for it.
However, it is said that this is not the first edition, because his great-great-great-great-great-grandfather was a respected great sage. At first this book seemed to be just a biography of his great-great-great-great-great-grandfather, but later because of the reprint, the book The name gradually changed from the biography of the great sage to the current "Roy's Travels".
"Hiss..." Wiping the bruised area on his face with a damp rag, Weller gasped because of the pain.
In the end, he gave up doing this kind of useless work, threw the rag in his hand everywhere, then lay down on the hard bed, and picked up the "Roy's Travels" again.
Even though he cherished the book quite a lot, it looked tattered due to too many flips. To be honest, it was a miracle that it didn't fall apart.
"Is dad lying to me? Or is great-great-great-great-grandfather really just bragging?"
Weller, who was in a mess, closed the book forcefully.
Then the boy shook his head, showing a firm expression again: "No, that bastard with freckles must be lying to me! The golden apple must exist!"
He threw the book back on the table—for someone who loves books, this was quite a rough move.
The spine of the book hit a small wooden box on the table, causing the latter to be knocked off the table and fell to the ground with a thud.
"Ah, mother's wooden box!"
Weller hurriedly stood up, ran over and picked up the things.
This small wooden box is said to be a treasure passed down from generation to generation by his mother. Although he doesn't know what it is for, his mother has always cherished it.
Because of this, Wheeler would rather sell the house than sell this small wooden box, which looks very expensive.
"Ah, it really broke..."
Looking at the cracks on the box, Weller couldn't help feeling distressed.
After all, this thing seems to have been there for many years, it is quite old, and it is not surprising that it will break.
"… what?"
At this moment, Weller suddenly discovered that the small box that could not be opened had become loose, and with a light flick, the wooden board on top was taken off.
What appeared in front of him was a not-too-thick book, a letter, and a...candle carved into the shape of a bird