"Strange?" Hao Ren looked curiously at the small wooden box in Vivienne's hand. It had a black-red luster, with European-style fine carvings three hundred years ago. There are cracks, but other than that, it is not much different from an ordinary jewelry box from that era. "Maybe this is the only valuable thing you had back then, so I solemnly hand it over to my subordinates."
"I'm poor, but I don't really care much about these expensive things," Vivienne opened the small wooden box, looked at the velvet lining inside and muttered to herself, "The main thing I care about all the time is to fill my stomach ...what's so strange about this box?"
As she spoke, she put the box under her nose and smelled it: "There is a slight smell of blood. It is my own blood. It should be left as a mark, but it has been three hundred years, and the smell has become a little thinner. The box The runes in it don't have any special information."
Hao Ren took the box and shook it lightly, then an idea suddenly popped up: "Maybe there's a layer inside here... why don't you take it apart and have a look?"
Vivian hesitated for a moment. In fact, she had this idea when she first got the box a few days ago, but she has been so entangled that she is not willing to open the box: after all, this thing looks very beautiful. Frowning and struggling with herself for a long time, she finally nodded lightly: "That's right... just leaving it like this is not an option. You should be careful, try not to damage the wooden board, and maybe it can be repaired by then."
Hao Ren curled his lips, thinking that he really came here on a poor day, and although he said he didn't care much about valuables, she felt distressed when the time came.
Hao Ren put the small wooden box on the table, took out a small carving knife and a screwdriver, and pried the wooden boards around the box. He was very careful when he did it, not because he was afraid of damaging the box, but because he was worried about damaging the interlayer that might exist inside the box. . Sure enough, after removing a few boards, he found something.
The thick bottom cover of the box is hollow.
"It's really hiding something?" Vivienne was very surprised, then she stretched her fingernails, and fished in the crack of the bottom cover of the box, and pulled out a corner of the yellow-white satin-like fabric. Along with this piece of cloth, there was also a blood-colored crystal less than the size of a thumb and only a few millimeters thick.
Hao Ren watched all this with anticipation. Suddenly, I feel that this process is almost like a magical story: find the mezzanine from the ancient jewelry box three centuries ago, which hides the secret knowledge left by the witch. The keeper of the jewelry box is an immortal who has lived for more than 300 years, and the place where the box was opened is still a basement... The whole process seems to be quite tall except that the witch herself is poorer than a bat.
Vivienne carefully unfolded the strange "fabric" and found that it was unexpectedly thin and tough. It seemed that the material was far beyond the reach of ancient human weaving technology. After it was unfolded, it was nearly three feet square, and the upper third of it was densely written with dark red "pigment", and the rest of the place was painted with some simple pictures, and there was also a large blank space. Appears to be intended for future use.
"This is... the fabric used by the Egyptian gods. I remember that Horus once gave me some of these things and asked me to help him cure a plague," Vivienne looked at the three-foot-square "silk and satin" as if Thoughtful, "These fabrics were not made by humans back then."
Hao Ren found that the color of the handwriting on the cloth was a bit strange, with different shades. It seemed that they were not written all at once, but intermittent notes left in many different years: "Did you write this?"
"It's my handwriting, and the writing material is my blood. Otherwise, they couldn't have been preserved for so long," Vivien struggled to identify the logical order of these messages, "...my handwriting was so ugly back then. And it's all written on it. The ancient text, no one should be able to understand it now."
Hao Ren: "..."
"This is the beginning." Vivienne pointed to a corner of the fabric and read slowly, "...'Some records were lost, disappeared together with the memory, and I can't find their traces anymore. I can't even know exactly what I lost What is it. It is not reliable to keep records in a dormant place or buried, unattended, they may be destroyed by changes in natural circumstances, and I may not remember them when I wake up. Should take advantage of Make another copy of them all before they are lost. Keep them in the hands of a trusty servant, or let them enter a human museum. Even if I forget these things again. At least they are still preserved, and there is a chance that they will be seen again. Chances are good .'"
Hao Ren frowned: "What do you mean?"
"It should be about keeping these manuscripts. It seems that I have saved other similar messages, and I often save and copy them, but every time I wake up from a deep sleep, I will find that part of the manuscript is missing," Vivian said according to her own I am used to reasoning about what happened back then, "It seems that I tried to put them by my side before I fell asleep, and buried them in the ground, but in the end I found that if no one looked at these manuscripts, there would always be problems, so I finally chose to put them Give them to servants, or induce human archaeologists to put them in museums."
Vivienne nodded herself at the end: "Well, although human beings have a short lifespan, their inheritance is more reliable than the lifespan of other species, at least... more reliable than my brain. It seems that the archaeological system that induces things into humans is a preservation Good way to relic."
Hao Ren chuckled, "That's now. It's not necessarily true in ancient times. You're going to encounter the burning of books and the destruction of scholars and the fire in the Alexandria library?"
Vivienne curled her lips: "I have seen the fire in the library of Alexandria, but the burning of books and Confucian scholars is definitely not as serious as the later generations. When Yingzheng burned books, he basically left a copy, and no single copy was burned— Straight away in his library."
Hao Ren: "...Then let's continue to read your last words... Oh no, leave a message."
Vivienne leaned on the table and tried hard to distinguish those ancient characters written a hundred years ago, a thousand years ago, or even nearly ten thousand years ago. The symbols used on them are no longer known to anyone. There are even mysterious characters that have never appeared in human history, and only Vivian can remember which tribe or god system they came from. Of course, a small part of Leta runes are also included, but the Leta runes are not Not suitable for note taking, so this part has very little content. Vivienne knows the meaning of these words, but she can't tell where they originated—it can be said that this is a secret letter that only one person in the world can decipher. If it really flows into the hands of human archaeologists, I don't know how much of a stir it will cause.
But it is destined not to fall into the hands of those experts. Now only its writers are struggling to recall the meaning of those words and interpret them intermittently:
"…the following are transcribed and recalled from other old manuscripts, which may not be accurate, and cannot be recalled from earlier dates.
"...waking up in a wasteland, where the sun rises is a large beach, and where the sun sets there is a mountain range. The long-standing ice sheet has receded, and the land seems to be recovering, and breathing becomes more comfortable. Walk in the direction of warm wind , you can see the grasslands and the trees that are turning green. In the stone piles, you can see human settlements. They survived the freezing season and are hunting. I was regarded as a goddess and received food offerings. I began to regain my strength...
"... The seasons changed two hundred times, and the tribe began to fear my longevity and strength, so they left. Headed towards the direction where the sun set, climbed over the mountains, flew over a vast area, and saw white towers and palaces. Beyond human skill, maybe people like me live here.
"The people in the tower didn't welcome me, so I left. I met Amon and Osiris in the wilderness. They were going to a place where a big river flows, and they invited me to go with them, but they were sleepy and needed to find a place where they could sleep. Place. And I feel irritable recently, I have already fought with someone for no reason, it is best not to continue to walk with others.
"Find a stable cave, set up defenses, and prepare to fall asleep. The last night was a full moon, and the moon was bright, but I didn't have the energy to look."
"...waking up in the cave, cold, snowing outside, hopefully not another long freezing season. Traces of human settlements found outside the cave, some abandoned stone houses and tools, it seems that during my sleep A tribe or a small kingdom once appeared here. This time, we continued to move towards the direction of the setting sun... We found a large plain, and found a large-scale human settlement. Their vitality is really tenacious.
"Physical strength began to recover again, and the feeling of weakness after a deep sleep has receded. Walking towards the direction of the cold wind, I began to recall more things about my own strength on the way. This seems to be a good sign. On the mountain, I met Zeus and He who were quarrying stones. Ra, are an interesting couple who seem to be planning to keep a bunch of humans in captivity, but don't know how they're going to go about it.
"Physical strength recovered quickly, and it seemed that he had returned to his heyday. He easily defeated a group of beasts and dead bones in the battle. But after that, there was a strange anger that could not fade away. It seemed that the group of beasts and the masters behind them were mine. Enemies. Probably related to some lost memories... The strength continued to increase, and I finally took the initiative to eliminate the Lord of the Dead Bone who invaded the territory. My anger subsided a little, but I felt drowsy. I needed to find a place to sleep, and this time I chose a mountain. "
Vivienne added her own speculation while translating: "The first time it said it should be the late glacial period or later, and the second time seems to be seven or eight thousand years ago... Zeus has not yet created Mount Olympus, He didn't really pay attention to the human kingdom until thousands of years after that."
"This seems to be your diary every time you wake up and fall asleep," Hao Ren frowned. "Why are you recording these?"
Vivienne shook her head: "I don't know... I can only read on." (To be continued~^~)