Weller curiously picked up the most eye-catching candle first.
The orange-red bird shape looks quite delicate, and it is quite weighty in the hand. If you smell it carefully, there is a faint fragrance of flowers that can't be distinguished from what kind of flower it is based on Weller's knowledge.
However, after looking at it for a long time, he didn't see anything special except that he was probably sure that the crown of the bird's head should be the place where the fire was ignited.
So Wheeler put down the candle, and picked up the old book in the box.
Different from the grass sandpaper that is popular now, the production process of that book is parchment paper that has long been eliminated because of its high cost, but because of this, it can be preserved for a much longer time.
"Great... great hermit? Does the word mean that... biography?"
Wheeler's reading skills were taught by his father during his lifetime.
Although I don't know the reason, Weller's father not only taught him the current common language, but also the more jerky ancient language and its grammar. You must know that this is somewhat similar to the Latin language on the side of Europa, which includes and Things that are not limited to upper-class circles of nobles to learn.
Since learning this kind of thing is a relatively long memory, Weller still stumbled a little while reading it.
"Wait, this word should also be pronounced as sage, right?"
The boy shivered, and then quickly flipped through the old book. On the yellowed pages were quite fancy hand-copied ancient characters. Relying on his meager knowledge of ancient languages, he wrote word by word. Read it hard.
Although there were some errors due to the difference in the text, and there were some discrepancies in some of the content due to the deletion and revision of the re-publishing later, this book is undoubtedly the "Roy's Travels" that he has read by heart!
Realizing this, Wheeler immediately turned to the last page, where he found the transcript of the manuscript.
The scribe's name is Kahn, and the cursive abbreviation in front of the name means that this person should be a scribe who belongs to a great noble, but this is not the point.
"The transcription time is thirty-two years of the Rhine calendar..." Weiler put down the book, went into a small cabinet next to it, and then found a large chronicle with the year number in it, and then quickly flipped through it. He got up, and after a while, his hand that was flipping the book stopped, and his finger that was trying to figure out the map also stopped on an entry, and his eyes were also shining with surprise: "Well, Rhine Calendar, Rhine Calendar... I found it! Rhine Calendar Kingdom, an era earlier than the Bilbom dynasty... Judging from this, this book was transcribed... three hundred years ago!"
In terms of time, it happened to be the era of his great-great-great-great-great-grandfather!
In this way, combined with the title of this book, his great-great-great-great-grandfather (actually how many times even Wheeler himself can’t remember clearly) was really a respected great sage in history, which is already There is no doubt about it!
Then Weller picked up the parchment book again, and turned to the paragraph he cared about most.
"The apple grove at the top of Mount Elmoth... that's right! This is it!"
The more detailed descriptions in the text than his book made Wheeler emotional.
After finally calming down, Weller put down the book and picked up the last thing in the box, which was the letter.
"The lettermark on this wax seal..."
Weller, who had just flipped through the chronicles, remembered clearly that this was the coat of arms of the royal family of the Bierbohm dynasty.
Other than that, there is no other writing on the envelope.
Could it be that the mother is a descendant of the High King
Weller, who had this thought for some reason, opened the envelope and took out the letter inside.
The letter was also written in an ancient language, and Weller subconsciously looked at the label at the end of the letter.
Unlike the biography of the great sage, this letter was written in the early days of the Bierboom Dynasty, the era of High King Allen, and there was a gap of about fifty years between the two.
Then Weller stumbled and read the letter, and suddenly discovered that it was actually the suicide note left by the Supreme King Alan Bielboom, the legendary figure who is regarded as a myth today!
Due to his proficiency in ancient prose, Weller couldn't understand the state of mind of the legendary figure more than 200 years ago when he was dying, but at least he understood the superficial content of this letter.
It doesn't mention the secret history of the palace such as which prince will inherit the throne, but it is very simple.
The last wish of the High King turned out to be that after his death, someone could take the candle named "Roadrunner" to the top of Mount Amos and bury it in the apple grove...
The reason why this was done was not mentioned in the letter, but at the end, the legendary king who was regarded as guided by the gods repeatedly repeated words such as "to atone for the sins lost in utilitarianism" .
If a historian reads this letter, he will definitely conduct research on the situation of the legendary king when he was dying, and maybe it will trigger a wave of archaeological research.
But after reading the letter, Weller's only thought was: the golden apple grove really exists!
…
"boss."
Weller packed his bags and came to his store.
"What's the matter, Weiler?" The boss looked curiously at Weiler, and the tattered but stuffed backpack on his back.
This reminded the boss of how Weller was homeless after being cheated out of the house at a very low price.
Due to malnutrition, the boy has barely grown in height in the past two years. Apart from his round face, which was a little thinner, there is almost no difference from his appearance at that time.
The only difference is in the eyes. At that time, the boy's eyes were full of confusion and helplessness like a lost lamb, but now his eyes are full of fighting spirit.
"Thank you for your care, but I'm going on a trip."
The boy tightened the ragged suspenders on his shoulders, and said to the boss solemnly.
The shop owner almost swallowed the cigarette in his mouth.
"What did you say?"
"I'm going on a trip, and now I'm here to say goodbye to you."
Wheeler repeated without any impatience.
"Okay, Weller, stop making trouble, put down the bag." But the boss quickly calmed down, and blew out a round smoke ring, which is a stunt he has practiced in smoking for more than ten years: "If you want to raise wages Let’s just say it, this kind of trick is useless.”
Although Weiler is not too old, he works very hard and does not ask for much salary. The boss does not want such cheap and high-quality labor to slip away in vain.
"No, I really plan to go on a trip."
But Wheeler shook his head.
"Travel or something... Is there anywhere you can go? As far as I know, you don't seem to have any other relatives."
The boss looked at Wheeler suspiciously.
"I'm not going to join other relatives, I want to climb Mount Elmos!"
The boy said seriously.
"Amos? The world's highest peak? Weller, your brain must have been broken, right?" The boss's expression became like he was listening to the Arabian Nights: "Stop making trouble, even the professional Not all mountaineers can climb that mountain, you kid, I’m afraid you’ll freeze to death on the mountain half way through.”
"I will find a way about that. Boss, you don't have to persuade me. I will never give up."
Weller naturally also knows the horror of Mount Elmos: In the past hundred years, countless people have challenged that mountain, but only Lauren Claudine, whom the freckled boy mentioned yesterday, succeeded.
The height of more than 10,000 meters, the thin air, the terrible cold, the man-eating beasts... It can be said that the dangers are countless, and even those experienced climbers are less than half of them who can come back intact.
But even so, Wheeler was going.
"Because I want to prove that the Golden Apple Forest is real!"
the boy said firmly.
The boss, on the other hand, seemed to have seen a ghost, not even noticing that the cigarette in his mouth had dropped to the ground.
"That is to say, you are going to climb Mount Elmos just to prove that rumor?"
"It's not a rumor!" The boy retorted seriously: "It must exist!"
"I think you are crazy!"
The boss shook his head, then stomped out the cigarette butt: "Don't do such a stupid thing, it's better for you to stay here and work, maybe one day you can save enough money to buy your parents' house. Redeem it."
The boy was silent, but there was no sign of giving up on his face.
In fact, in addition to proving the existence of the apple grove, it is also a reason to fulfill the last wish of the legendary High King, Alan Bielboom.
But Wheeler isn't going to talk about it.
Firstly, this thing is a treasure handed down from his mother after all, so he will not casually give it to others to watch; secondly, although he is still immature, he is not stupid. Go) also let him understand the truth of not revealing wealth, or the truth of being pregnant.
Even if Weller doesn't know anything about antiques, such as the legendary suicide note of the High King, he can vaguely understand its value. I'm afraid it will attract many people's covetousness once it is announced.
Not to mention an ancient book and strange antique candles.
Just when the boss seemed to want to say something more, a young voice came from the store.
"Are you also going to the apple grove on the top of Mount Elmoth? What a coincidence, our destination happens to be there too."
The boss and Weiler subconsciously looked into the store together.
Because it was not time for dinner, there were not many people in the store, and in the relatively spacious store, there were three people sitting by the window.
The person who spoke was a young man who was wearing strange clothes and had black hair that is rare on the mainland, but his hairline seemed to be a little higher; besides him, the other two were girls, one had long violet hair, There was an indifferent girl in a long skirt with a strangely shaped staff on her back, and a little blond girl with double ponytails and a gothic black dress making faces at the indifferent girl.
Seeing Willer looking at him, the young man smiled slightly.
"Are you interested in walking with us, boy?"