Elder Bazel was indeed very knowledgeable. Apart from some topics that did not interest him, such as politics and art, which were boring subjects to him, he had some insights into everything about Iceland.
Judging from Elder Bazel's attitude, he himself was actually only half-believing and half-doubting the myth.
One of the sentences aroused Jobtran's curiosity and was deeply imprinted in his mind.
“The older generation believed in myths, but where are those beings that destroyed the world now
I don't know, old man, but I believe the remaining elves on the island will protect this place.
This is not just our home, it’s their home too.”
As Jobtran thought about what Elder Bazel said, he remembered the seals of the ancient gods. After the seals, most of the ancient gods fell into a deep sleep.
"Are the ancient gods the local gods active in various regions? And myths are the stories passed down from place to place?"
Jobtran made the boldest guess of his life.
Another point that caught Joet Brown's attention was that the Beiou mythology he learned from Elder Bazel was actually pessimistic.
The twilight of the gods, this mysterious and sad word, symbolizes the prophecy of a series of great disasters.
Countless gods and creatures died in a great war, an unstoppable catastrophe.
At first it was just a long and severe winter. The cold winter with wind and snow froze the earth and slowly killed all life in the world.
The blizzards that rolled in from all directions covered the sunshine, and there was no summer in the world from then on.
In the midst of a maddeningly harsh winter, people are suspicious of and fighting each other for the few remaining resources in the world.
The whole world is in an indelible shadow, and the survivors are pointing their weapons at each other.
Countless battles, large and small, broke out among the survivors who should have been huddled together for warmth, and malice and conspiracy dominated the entire world.
The blood of the creatures dyed the frozen ground red, and guns and spears, swords and shields wrestled with each other.
In search of food, the hungry beasts in the wilderness left the savage plains and embarked on the war.
Their prey is humans, and humans also wield their butcher knives on wild beasts.
As the situation is under control, morality is no longer a constraint on humans, and the only priority is to be able to survive.
People have torn off their hypocritical masks and revealed their crazy and ugly side to the world.
Brothers kill each other, fathers and sons become enemies, wives are sold and children are eaten, and people kill each other in the competition for survival. Insecurity and sadness cover the whole world.
The evil in human nature spreads throughout the world like the most contagious plague, and all magic and spells disappear this time.
The mythical beast Gullinkebi, which never cries at the top of the World Tree, showed unusual behavior.
It is a big black rooster with a golden comb. No matter what happens in the world, it just observes coldly.
But when the twilight of the gods comes, Gullinka will cry loudly and long.
It flapped its wings restlessly, unable to fly, and used its cry at the top of its lungs to warn the world.
Fenrir, the legendary wolf that could devour the world with one mouth, broke free from Gleipnir's cursed chain made of six magical materials.
Fenir's children, Hatti and Skoll, devoured the moon and the sun respectively.
The evil dragon Nidhogg, which was entrenched at the roots of the World Tree, gnawed at the roots of the World Tree in big mouthfuls and hollowed out the World Tree.
The Midgard Serpent Jörmungandr woke up from a long sleep on the mud bed at the bottom of the sea. Its long snake tail unconsciously raised huge waves, flooding many valleys and mountains.
The kingdom of the gods was washed up from the sea, and the frost giants and other gods also came.
In the war, countless lives were lost, stars fell from the sky, the concept of time no longer existed, and the ground, scorched by fire and thunder, shook and sank into the turbulent ocean.
All that can be seen are huge waves, and there is only dead silence and eternal darkness in the universe.
Under Elder Bazel's vivid narration, Joet Brown seemed to see a scene in which gods and humans struggled for life.
Unlike other myths, Bei'ou mythology seems to spend more time on the destruction of the world rather than the creation of the world.
The Holy Light Sutra mentions many times the greatness of Holy Light in creating the world, but the Bei'ou mythology describes its power very little.
There is a unique concept in Beiou mythology: when everything perishes, new life will be formed again, and everything in the world is cyclical.
This seems to be a similar view to the cause and effect cycle discussed in Southeast Asian Buddhism.
This reminded Joet Brown of the helplessness mentioned in the words of Dallai, also known as Nyarlathotep.
Although this was just an unrealistic association, he felt that there seemed to be a connection between the two.
In fact, he guessed right.
In the not too distant future, the twilight of the gods actually happened, but in a way that no one could have imagined.
After saying goodbye politely to Elder Bazel, Jobtron walked out of his yard with a belly full of craft beer.
Elder Bazel waved to Jobtran in the yard with a smile on his face. It was obvious that he was in a good mood to have a young man accompany him for an entire afternoon and listen to his chat.
In addition to having a stomach full of beer, he seemed to feel waves of signals coming from his lower abdomen.
“It’s time to find a place to drain the water.”
Jobtran thought to himself.
He randomly found a restaurant, ordered a few dishes on the menu that sounded good, and then ran to the bathroom to relieve himself.
The baby elephant felt relieved and happily sprayed a stream of water into the toilet.
After being liberated, Jobtran prepared to wash his hands.
As he washed his hands, Jobtran thought,
“Craft beer still has a lot of staying power.”
He looked at himself in the mirror and found two blushes on his face.
He looked in the mirror and patted his cheek.
The self in the mirror did not react at all, but just smiled at himself.
Joe Butron just thought it was his drunken hallucination and didn't take it too seriously.
"It seems that he just drank too much."
Joe Butron shook his head, and the cold water washed over his face, making him feel much more sober.
When he raised his head and looked into the mirror again, there was nothing unusual in the mirror.
When I returned to my seat, there were already a few dishes on the table that looked like they had some local specialties.
"Hello, can you tell me what these dishes are?"
Jobtran called the waiter and asked with a smile.
“Oh, stranger, this is delicious Sger.
You can think of it as a kind of yogurt, low-fat milk plus fermented milk from bacteria, adding vanilla, blueberries and bananas on top will make it more refreshing and delicious. "
The waiter pointed to a colorful glass on the table and said.
"The dish next to it is a traditional Icelandic dish, a cold dish of rotten shark meat. It has a unique taste. If you don't like it, we won't give you a refund.
This dish is slow-roasted lamb chops. The lamb meat is roasted in a geothermal hole for six hours before it is served. It is the signature dish of this restaurant.
Served with a sauce of thirteen spices, cut into small pieces and eaten, it melts in your mouth.”
After the waiter finished speaking, he bowed to Jobtran and left.
Joe Butran thought that he had not eaten properly today except for drinking, and he had just unloaded, so now his stomach was empty.
Jobtran first turned his eyes to the plate of rotten shark meat that smelled like the toilet, with small pieces of light red and pink in it.
“It looks good, but it tastes...”
Jobtran thought to himself in confusion.
Because he had to go to the toilet just now, Jobtran didn't pay attention when he ordered the food. This small plate of six pieces of rotten shark meat cost thirty Icelandic kronor.
"Enough for three or four drinks."
Joe Butran thought with some annoyance.
But thinking about it, catching sharks is not an easy task, Jobtran felt relieved.
Then he plucked up his courage, picked up the knife and fork, cut one of the pieces into small square pieces and prepared to put it into his mouth.
"Look, look, there's another outsider eating rotten shark meat! Hahahaha!"
"I bet five Icelandic kronor that he can't eat the second piece!"
"I'll bet five Icelandic kronor too! No, I bet he'll spit it out on his first bite, hahahahaha!"
The reaction of the local diners nearby made Joet Brown a little stunned.
“Is this thing so unpalatable?”
He made up his mind and opened his mouth to put the cut pieces into it.
“It tastes like wood and has a terrible smell.”
The rancid smell reminded Joet Brown of the spray of water his own elephant had used.
While it didn't taste as terrible as it smelled, it wasn't a very good experience.
It first smells fishy, followed by a salty taste. As Jobtran chewed it, he felt nauseous.
This was not a good start for Job Trans's trip to Iceland, no, it was a terrible start.
Despite this, he still gritted his teeth and finished the whole bowl with the mentality of not wasting food or money.
The local diners nearby were all stunned. In their eyes, Jobtran just frowned at first and began to chew with an expressionless face.
"Hey! Bro! Is this your first time eating this?"
A local diner in a leather jacket held a glass of water and offered it to Choate Brown.
"Rinse your mouth."
"Yes, this is the first time, but I swear, this will also be the last time."
Jobtran gargled, the disgusting taste still lingering in his mouth.
"Unbelievable, brothers, we all lost the bet."
The diner in the leather jacket turned and shouted to the crowd.
"Do you think this is delicious?"
asked Joe Butran.
“Tradition aside, it’s the worst tasting thing in the world.
You are a true warrior. Enjoy your slow roasted lamb, it is a real delicacy."
The local diners patted Joet Brown on the shoulder and then sat back in their seats.
"Wait a minute, I want to ask, do you know any reliable tour guides? I don't want to waste time asking for directions."
Joe Butran then replied.
"You should ask Bertha from the Ice Flame Bar about this. She has the most connections."
"No, no, no, go find the mouse. The mouse has been running around everywhere since it was little."
"Bullshit, don't you know what the mouse does? I heard that it was caught this morning."
“Yes, it is said that their entire gang was defeated by a foreigner.
Hey, he's still a big shot."
Jobtran listened quietly, and by then he had already chosen his tour guide.
Isn't a guy who obeys your orders much better than a tour guide who has other thoughts
Afterwards, Jobtran enjoyed the soft and delicious slow-roasted lamb and sweet sorghum.
After filling his stomach, Jobtran paid the bill, said hello to the enthusiastic diners, and walked out of the restaurant.
"If there were a travel guide, it would mention that rotten shark meat is unpalatable."
Jobtran murmured.
As the sun slowly set in the west, the sky gradually became darker.
Jobtran walked in this town that seemed like a fairy tale world.
There are slate-paved roads, houses with red bricks and white tiles, and green vines hanging naturally on the roofs.
The fresh breeze from the coast carries a hint of the ocean's scent, blowing across this peaceful town.
After walking through the streets and alleys, Joet Brown arrived at the police station.
The police station here is simple and plain, with only a local police badge hanging in front of the door. If it were not for the guidance of the locals, the police station here would be inconspicuous and easily overlooked.
A light blue curtain was hung in front of the door of the police station. When Jobtran gently opened it with his hands, he found that the police officers inside looked listless.
It’s not their fault, after all, it’s almost time for the shift change.
"Hello."
Joe Butran rang the reception bell and called inside.
"Who is it? Don't you know your shift is about to change? Can't you come back in ten minutes?"
The people inside walked out while cursing.
The person who came out to greet him was an acquaintance, one of the young police officers who dealt with the group of bullies this morning.
"Sir, why are you here?"
When the young policeman discovered that the visitor was Joet Brown, he immediately changed his cursing attitude.
The contrast between the young policeman before and after made Joe Butran laugh. He smiled and shook his head, and asked,
"Where's your boss?"
"The boss has gone back. Is there anything important for you, sir?"
The young policeman bent over, lowered his head, and answered humbly.
"Where's the mouse? Has it been released?"
Since we can’t find the director, we’ll have to postpone our trip to the branch for another day.
So Jobtran thought of the mouse, a "good guide" who was familiar with the terrain.
"The mouse was just about to be released, and is still inside writing a letter of apology.
What is the matter with the mouse, sir?"
The young policeman's eyes turned, and he thought that maybe he could open a convenient door for this adult.
“Let me in and see him.
It will only take ten minutes.”
Jobtran replied calmly.
"Okay, sir, please follow me."
After passing through the police officer's office, there was a darker cell behind it.
Suspects of general crimes are temporarily detained here and transferred to prison or released on bail after being sent to court for trial.
The mice have been able to avoid legal sanctions because of their relationship with the police chief.
They are now all locked up in cells, lying on the floor copying their confessions over and over again.
"Damn you outsider, you actually made me copy as punishment!
In the past, those hateful teachers never dared to make me copy books.
Next time I see him, I will beat him up."
The bully boss kept cursing but did not stop making the students copy as punishment.
This was a small punishment from the police chief.
"Boss, we can't beat them."
The fat man said with a bitter face.
"Oh? Still want to hit me?"
Jobtran leaned against the bars of the cell, speaking softly with a meaningful smile on his face.
"Beat me, beat me, beat me to death! My Lord, please beat me.
I dare not speak nonsense."