Mr. Lansam, who was talking to the old elf thirty years ago, made a loud noise when he spoke, and he looked very angry.
"The sorrow of human beings? If I don't want to raise money, I don't have time to go with you. I'm afraid there will be one more buried here!"
The old elf couldn't help raising his voice even higher, just suppressing the voice of the old man Leon Sam.
"Are you really human, Lion Sam? I don't want to investigate you, but I already knew that you were not born in this era at all! Your life spirit is so weird, you can also be called a human like this Think about it, Lion Sam! What good does it do you to provoke the legend of the savior? Do you think you are the one chosen by fate, or do you actually have a great person behind you that I don't know is supporting you! Don't You are so stupid, Ryan Sam, we don’t have many friends, but because of your greedy thoughts, they are all buried here forever! Give up!”
In the end, the elf's voice was almost higher than the human ear could distinguish, but the old man standing opposite him was unmoved.
"How do you know that I planned this adventure?"
"Because I picked this up!"
As he spoke, the old elf in his memory opened his hands to the moonlight, so Jenkins could see the ring in his hand.
"Although you never let anyone observe these things in your hands, I can still recognize them. This is yours!"
"I don't know this one either, but the style is the same. This is also one of those ten rings!"
Jenkins confirmed in his heart, and then nodded to the sad old elf beside him. The latter hid the expression on his face, raised his right hand and shook it forcefully, the familiar white mist instantly enveloped the surroundings, and the voices of the two who were still talking loudly soon became blurred and finally disappeared into the white The depths of the fog.
The music of the music box appeared in the ears more and more clearly, and as the thick fog cleared, the old elf's apartment appeared in front of his eyes again. Jenkins subconsciously looked down at the music box, but happened to see the scene when it automatically closed.
"It's true that they couldn't see us just now, but why can't we talk? Will doing so change the past history?"
"No, no, I said it's just a toy."
The old elf patted the music box that had stopped working, and then pointed to his head:
"When entering a certain memory through B-03-5-2996 [Memory Music Box], although the people in the memory cannot see the bystanders, they can sometimes hear the voices of the bystanders. Once this happens, it will change The memory of the owner of the memory, although it won't kill people, is still a very troublesome thing... Speaking of which, is Ryan Sam's ring the ring you are looking for?"
"It should be, but why did he have these rings thirty years ago? I thought he also found the rings from the ancient tomb that Miss Silver Flute discovered just now, but the ancient tomb thirty years ago The tomb has not yet appeared on the ground..."
Jenkins said so, frowning at the possibilities. But suddenly it occurred to me that there seemed to be some terrible information in the memory just now, so I asked:
"You just mentioned the savior..."
"Oh, that was a rumor from thirty years ago. A benefactor who fled to Nolan brought a strange prophecy. Her divination ability is very strong. During a divination for everyone, she got a message related to the savior. The information. But that is not accurate at all, Ryan Sam and other people who believed in that prophecy are in bad luck, if it is not that I can’t get away because of something, I will almost be involved in it.”
The old elf said with a disappointed face.
"Then what happened next?"
"Later? No later. The group of people went to explore the ancient ruins of Yorktown, and they were almost wiped out. The second memory happened after they came back. After that, no one believed that prophecy anymore, this one If I hadn't mentioned it to you today, I would have almost forgotten about it."
He sighed, and Jenkins took a sip from his teacup, only to find that the tea was still hot. It seemed that watching the memory didn't take too long.
"By the way, the ancient ruins they explored thirty years ago is the one that was discovered at the beginning of this year. Before it appeared on the ground due to an earthquake, there was actually a hidden entrance to enter, but the church did not found out, and the few who knew kept silent because they didn't want to be drawn into it."
"Then what kind of qualifications as a savior did the woman predict thirty years ago?"
Hearing this question, the old elf calmly continued to pack the music box in his hand, but actually his heart was trembling. He hesitated for a while before deciding to speak out, since even if he didn't, Jenkins would always know.
"Remember when I went to your house last time, did I mention that Leon Sam cared about your first book? It wasn't just caring, he just liked the name of the book."
""The Stranger Stories Collection"?"
Jenkins said.
"Yes, the so-called savior prophesied by that woman thirty years ago is the [Stranger]!"
Ignoring Jenkins' shocked expression on the side, the old elf picked up the music box and prepared to take it back into the bedroom as if nothing had happened.
When he came back, Jenkins, who was feeding the waking cat, had returned to his normal expression, but he still couldn't get rid of the lingering surprise in his heart.
"When I chose the name for my book, I deliberately avoided anything related to the extraordinary. In the materials of the Church of the Sages, there is no ability to be named [Foreigner]."
He said so.
"Maybe it's because the information in the Diocese of Nolan is insufficient, maybe the prophets thirty years ago didn't see the real future at all."
The old elf obviously didn't want to continue this topic, but Jenkins seemed to have forgotten about the ring, and kept looking for various opportunities to know what happened thirty years ago.
In the end, the old elf was really bored, so he promised to find a time next week to invite Leon Sam to his home, and Jenkins could ask him what happened thirty years ago in person.
"Next week? Since today is Sunday, why don't we meet next Monday."
Jenkins suggested.
The old elf had a look of astonishment on his face, but somehow he agreed. Although Halama Linesam was his long-time friend, he seemed to be more fond of Jenkins.
"So the elven blood in me must be weird!"
Jenkins reconfirmed this, and looked forward to actually finding out after configuring that potion.