Under the uneven light of the torch, the dark blue ice layer forms an arched cavity, and the low temperature makes the moisture form a thin mist, as if it also freezes the sound.
"Brando," Veronica's voice echoed with a buzzing echo, and the lady turned her head, her emerald green eyes were set against the flash of fire: "How long do you think it will take Anlek to reach the center of this temple? ?"
"For half a day, or forever, it depends on how well Anlek understands this place," Brando knew Veronica’s question clearly. He looked into the depths of the ice cave with the light of the torch, his eyes silent. "However, Anlek’s cunning is evidenced by the poet’s ballads. He exercises his iron-fisted rule on the plateau. Will such a person find his own way?"
"The fanatical belief in the unity of everything will cause him to do this, but it may not be stupid. I have dealt with those guys, and I know them well." Veronica looked at him and replied.
"So we have half a day?"
"The worst plan is this, maybe more, but it's not worth counting on." Brando replied.
"Can we make it before that?"
Brando didn't answer this question, he turned his head, his gaze was on someone—wrong, a dragon. Star, who was followed by his gaze, was unhappy. The little fat man wiped the honey from the corner of his mouth, frowning and muttering: "Don't look at me with that kind of eyes, this road must be faster, I swear —"
"What do you use to swear?" Brando asked carefully, "For example, swear by the third golden scale under Bahamut's neck?"
"Ah, you guy!" Star yelled. In the second war against the dusk, Yemengard, the snake in the atrium, bit Bahamut’s neck, and the third golden scale fell off and was lost, just like a soldier’s wound is a badge, maybe it’s Out of the same mentality, the dragons regard this missing scale as a symbol of courage and honor that will last forever.
Swearing with this golden scale, all the oaths made are the most sacred oaths of the dragon clan. Even for a cynical guy like Star, he didn't dare to defy at will.
"Do you know what you are talking about, you actually let me take the sacred oath!?" The little fat man cried furiously.
"It's even more unfortunate, isn't it? You work for me, but I have to make my employees swear to believe your words. Is there a more unfortunate boss in the world? Martha is watching this mortal world from the sky. Everything that happened, but there is nothing more ridiculous than this. Star, someone told me not to believe you easily, you understand why—" Brando glanced at the little dragon, and then slowly replied. .
Star opened his mouth, and then replied grimly: "That's for the enemy, that's not a lie..."
"Since it's not a lie, then taking an oath will not harm anyone's honor, right?" Brando smiled slightly, and Shiduo and Qian standing next to him felt that the smile of the Lord Earl at this moment really looked like an aristocrat. A lord.
Confidence, hidden cunning—
"Okay, okay," Star replied in frustration in front of everyone, "I swear by the Dragon God’s third scale, all of this is true, this road will definitely be the fastest shortcut. , I bet we will be ahead of the old human man, as long as—"
"if only?"
"As long as you didn't go the wrong way..." Star mumbled.
"You didn't deliberately lead the wrong way?" Brando looked at him.
"Enough, I know!" Little Fat Long was almost made nervous by Brando, and couldn't help screaming angrily.
Brando turned to Veronica, meaning that this was the answer to this question. The lady glanced at him reproachfully. It seemed to her that offending a dragon for this little thing would be too much of a loss.
Although this dragon is still very young, and behaves a little strangely.
"We must stop Anlek." She replied, and these words made Shiduo and Laurenna nodded behind her.
But Brando remembered a question. He raised his head and looked at Shiduo: "Miss Scholar, what caused you to use magic moonstones to activate those liquid monsters?"
Shiduo was taken aback by Brando's gaze. Her slender eyebrows trembled slightly, like moth feathers, but quickly calmed down: "I, I really just want to try to activate them."
"Earl Tonigel," the eldest son of the prince did not speak at this time. Lenaret glanced at Brando and reminded faintly: "Miss Shiduo is a descendant of the Thun family, and I want me to remind you. What is the honor of our Cruz people to defend?"
Brando turned around: "It used to be iron and blood, but now it is arrogance and prejudice?"
"Okay, stop arguing." Shiduo yelled softly, interrupting the two of them: "Mr. Earl?"
Brando shook his head: "I don't doubt you, Miss Shiduo, my question is, how can you suddenly think of using magic moonstones to activate them."
Shiduo's eyes lit up slightly, and the sparks of memory in her were fleeting. She looked up and raised her head: "Yes, that's it, I found something."
"something?"
"Some... very weird discoveries, you must want to take a look," Shiduo paused: "I'm sorry, I was too nervous before, so I forgot to mention it."
"It's okay." Unsurprisingly, Brando turned his head, frowning, his gaze extended into the darkness along the direction of the torch light spreading along the ice wall.
He seemed to have the answer he wanted.
…
On the other side of the ice cave—
The young lord's gaze scanned half of the bones that were immersed in the darkness one by one. The bone was a little more than five feet high, and the others were no more than six feet—it was obviously not the remains of the Frost Giant.
He lowered the torch, the beating light rippling along the ice like water ripples, reflecting the full picture of the skeleton. The first skeleton was wearing a robe, which was frozen on the ground like a piece of paper. Brando squatted down beside it and tore off a piece with his hand. The fabric was a bit strange, not like cotton.
"This is Lunsha linen." In Shiduo's voice, she had obviously checked the remains: "The slanted texture is their most remarkable feature—"
"Are you familiar?" Brando asked without looking back.
"No, Mr. Piaget, the development of textile industry and clothing is not within my scope of knowledge, but..."
"It's just that it's famous." Brando took her words confidently.
Shi Duo looked at the Lord Earl with some surprise.
"Are these dead humans?" Veronica asked suddenly.
"But why do humans appear here?" Laurenna asked strangely.
"Maybe explorers," Feralas confidently expressed his opinion: "These people are very famous everywhere, and the mysterious unknowns lost in the ancient ruins attract them like deadly poisons to moths to the fire. , I have seen many such stories."
"This is not a story." Laurenna shattered his fantasy straightly.
"But… "
"Miss Laurenna is right. It is wealth that attracts explorers. It is greed, not dreams, that makes these people succeed." Medissa replied indifferently, and she smiled as she always did: "In our time There are many explorers who are not separated from the tomb raiders, and their reputations are not good."
"It's the same now." Laurenna gave her fiancé a blank look.
Feralas curled his lips and shrugged helplessly.
"These people are not explorers, are they?" Veronica didn't need to participate in the young people's argument. She came to Brando and asked in a low voice.
"Doesn't the style of armor on them tell me everything," Brando turned his head, looking at Veronica who knowingly asked with some amusement: "I don't believe the adults, you can't see this?"
"They are soldiers, but over there? Eruins, or Highlanders?"
"neither."
"neither?"
"Did you see this?" Brando picked up the rag in his hand and shook it.
"Linen?" Veronica frowned. The legionnant lady seemed to be thinking, but a page of linen seemed to hardly arouse her associations, and could only plunge her into a maze of thinking.
Fortunately, Brando didn’t intend to waste any more time. He just sold it and replied: “Lunsha flax is only grown in the north of Silver Bay. The fabric it makes is no longer the mainstream today, but it is indeed a kind of A very famous plant."
He put the piece of fabric on the page of Shiduo's hands, "Miss Shiduo, please answer."
"I... Lunsha flax is famous because the Miner people used to grow them extensively, and the fabric made with it was once the main material of the Miner dynasty clothing." Shiduo stunned, but immediately answered.
"Miners?" Veronica raised her head, a little disbelief: "Brando, you mean these people are Miners."
"The Miner were originally human beings, and modern humans are their descendants. Whether they are Cruz, Eruin, or mountain people, they are actually no different from Miner in terms of appearance and height— If they all become bones." Brando replied.
"You mean the Miner people have been here before. Is the legend that they crossed the glacier true?"
"Who knows..."
Brando suddenly recalled the previous dream in his mind. The huge cracked gorge appeared in his mind repeatedly, clearly as if within reach. The Miner wearing a black linen robe was dancing strangely on the edge of the cracked gorge. Dance, and then a team of priests came up carrying a golden box.
They were chanting something loudly, but the sound couldn't penetrate the dream and was vague. Finally, the people shouted in unison and threw the box down the cracked canyon.
Brando shook his head to drive this illusion away from his mind.
He instinctively felt that these Miner people who died here might have some mysterious connection with everything he saw in his dreams. It's just that he didn't want to think too much, and was silent for a while, then turned around and asked: "Shiduo, what else do you find in these people?"
"I found that their armors and weapons have lost their magic power, and this..." Miss Scholar walked over and removed a small pocket from each corpse. Those things should be their money bags, and Shiduo only puts money in one by one. Open the bag and pour out the contents.
It was a lot of small diamonds, but dull and dull, they looked more like glass.
"The Miner used magic crystals as currency, but the magic power in these crystals has long dissipated." Brando glanced at these diamonds and understood what Shiduo meant. He replied, "No, these magic powers should be It was absorbed, so you suspect—"
He raised his head and glanced at the silver liquid in the middle and west of the ice cave.
Shiduo nodded.
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