Mystery: The Star Key

"On September 21st, I arrived in St. Miron and officially started my first visit with the group.

"The weather in Feysac is really a bit cold. It's not even October, and it looks like it's going to snow. No wonder the specialties here are all kinds of coats and cold-proof clothing, as well as spirits.

"Damn, the height of the people here is really exaggerated, it is indeed a country of descendants of giants, but I still want to say that I hate others looking down on me.

"Tonight, I'm going to the tavern to find a beautiful Feysac to conspire to get drunk."

Ah... this...

Ignatius read a lot of the emperor's diaries, but he still couldn't forget the first sentence he saw - "The taste of a witch is really good."

And this page of notes reminded him of that sentiment.

The emperor's hobbies are really too broad.

Restraining the tsk tsk in his heart, Igna's eyes swept to the second diary:

"September 22, I seem to be broken.

"What happened last night, what about my Feysac beauty? I didn't even drink her.

"People from the embassy told me that girls here are often more drinkable than men.

"Going to the tavern in the future should be restrained, if some aunt picks up the corpse, it will be bad.

"The wine here is really strong. I had a headache for a whole day. Fortunately, it's not a pain in the buttocks. Go to bed earlier and go to bed tomorrow. I will visit the Dusk Hall."

"On September 23rd, the Twilight Giant Hall was indeed magnificent, as if mythology had come to reality, the building seemed to be completely prepared for giants.

"As a pagan, I can only go around in circles outside, and the square at the foot of the Dusk Hall is actually full of wine.

"There are quite a few people here, some kneeling, some sitting, and some playing the bone flute, which has a melodious and open feeling.

"I met a Feysac who played a bone flute. Even compared with his compatriots, he was exaggeratedly tall, nearly three meters by visual inspection.

"His name is Oneeg, and he claims to be from one of the purest races of Feysac giant blood. He plays the bone flute very melancholy, as if he doesn't belong here, but he doesn't know where to go, Bienti Those guys who only know how to swing around women's skirts are more like poets. Speaking of which, I can't help but want to complain. Those guys are proud of having that kind of disease, which is disrupting the social market.

"I chatted with Onegg for a while and mentioned the question just now. He said that he was just missing his hometown.

"The problem is that he is a standard Saint Miron and has never left here.

"Oneeg didn't answer me right away, and played the bone flute for a few minutes before saying that what he missed was the source of the giant's bloodline, the giant royal court in myths and legends.

"He told me that he and the Feysacs of his tribe often dreamed of high mountains, huge walls upon which they were based, palaces, towers and buildings always bathed in the light of dusk, This is very similar to the Dusk Giant Hall, but it is even more incredible, with a sense of epic and miracle.

"Without being told, Oneeg and his clan are convinced that this is the Giant's Royal Court.

"At the end of the chat, Onegg stood up slowly and said thanks for my listening. He was leaving Feysac and went to find the Royal Court of Giants and his spiritual and spiritual hometown.

"He thinks that the easternmost area of ​​the Sunya Sea may hide the road leading to the Giant's Court.

"He said that for thousands of years, the giants have never forgotten their hometown. Now, it is his turn to follow the footsteps of their ancestors. This road will never stop unless it reaches the end.

"He played the bone flute again, and the melodious but sad melody gradually faded away.

"Hometown"

Hometown...

Reading this, Igna's breathing suddenly stopped briefly.

Hometown...

He couldn't help but repeat the word again.

At this moment, he felt the same mood as Roselle Gustaf, or "Huang Tao", as never before.

Because, like Onegg, he and Roselle both have a hometown waiting for them to find and recover.

Yu sighed in his heart, and Igna turned to the second page of the diary:

"On January 10, I visited Sonja Island.

"This is also known as the ancient elf island, and there are a lot of elf relics and customs.

"I was shocked on the first day, the elves actually know how to make blood, they like to eat animal offal, and they are good at using spices.

"They also invented chopsticks.

"Think about the elves on the murals. Except for some blue-haired people, the rest of the outlines, hair-colored eyes, and eyes are all close to the Asians on the earth. They can't be fellow villagers, right?"

Eh? This seems to say something completely different from before.

Igna found that the two diaries did not seem to be connected.

Moreover, Emperor Roselle mentioned the content of elves, and Igna did not see it in the notes in the small study.

So far, he has only seen elves in the murals in the City of Silver.

Igna continued to read quickly, wondering if there were really other fellows besides them:

"On January 13, I was busy collecting cultural relics, ancient books and folklore here, and I forgot to write a diary for several days.

"Although many things have long been taken away by the major churches, I still gained some valuable things.

"In various legends, there are records of the elf king Sunia Solem who invented chopsticks and cooked food with animal viscera and blood. There are stories of this ancient **** who was good at distinguishing spices. They all think that he is the first ancestor, the first An elf, for some reason, took a group and left from the Western Continent, which only existed in mythology, and came to the Northern Continent.

"Could it be that this is the fellow, the first transmigrator

"Then he reproduced a race of ancient gods who were omnipotent, including giving birth to children.

"He seems to have a wife and is also an elf. Well, I fell into deep thought."

"On January 16, further investigation showed that the elves may really have nothing to do with the transmigrators, at least they did not leave any symbols related to Chinese and English.

"They should have used Elvish language from beginning to end, which didn't make me feel familiar at all.

"Moreover, those common inventions did not appear before my arrival, as did many famous sayings, there are only some proverbs and fables with similar meanings and completely different examples.

"All the current items and legends don't support my guess, which makes me a little disappointed and relieved. If I encounter another person or another traveler, I really don't know how to deal with it."

"On January 17, I dreamed of my hometown that was about to be forgotten."

hometown...

Ignatius' fingers trembled, as if he realized something.

Therefore, Igna turned the page again and looked at the last diary:

"On April 2nd, my daughter is smart and can speak before she is 1 year old. Although she has only learned a few words for the time being, I believe that the progress will not be slow in the future.

"This, she inherited from me

"I looked left and right, and I felt that she was a little bit like me when I was on Earth. Could it be that the soul also brings a certain degree of inheritance, haha, that's it.

"Bernadette, this name is not bad, it's beautiful when you hear it, but in my heart, I always want to give her a Chinese nickname.

"Hey, she can't see her real grandpa and grandma"

"On April 3rd, the sudden emotion I felt yesterday almost made me lose sleep. Fortunately, I can meditate.

"However, this also made me consider a question, that is, whether to teach Bernadette Chinese in private.

"No, no, if she understands the diary I wrote earlier, I might as well find a piece of tofu and kill me as a father. In my daughter's heart, my father must be full of glory.

"However, writing a diary in Chinese is my last bond with the earth and the past. My daughter should inherit this bond to some extent."

"On April 6th, after several days of deliberation, I decided to use the two Chinese characters as special symbols to teach Bernadette, and told her that this was the protective incantation her father gave her, so that she would never forget it.

"She doesn't need to understand the corresponding meaning, she just needs to remember.

"The two Chinese characters are:

"Hometown."

Hometown~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Ignatius saw this word again, and his eyes suddenly warmed. For a while, he didn't even have time to hide his ability to understand Rosellevin.

His emotions suddenly fluctuated like a tide and could not be calmed down.

It is a river of emotion, which flows quietly on the surface, and there are countless torrents under the water, rolling endlessly. (Note 1)

Igna calmed his breathing gently.

He can now believe this diary, no more than three people have read it.

These three pages of diary...

Roselle from different times and periods.

However, a common theme is repeated.

"Hometown."

A big man who can take out this diary. Who will it be?

Who has the ability to sort out these three contents with the same theme from Roselle's diary?

Igna didn't know.

However, no matter who it is, Igna knows that they will not be enemies.

The same goes for the lady in front of her.

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Igna put down the parchment in his hand and looked up at the lady who sold the diary. He took out 1,500 gold pounds from his travel pocket and handed it to the other party.

"May I ask, where did you get this diary..."

The lady smiled, lowered her dark purple eyes, and said softly, "You know the answer."

She took out an envelope from her bosom, and handed it to Igna along with three pages of parchment.

"She's waiting for you at the entrance to the south bank of the Tussock River at the Backlund Bridge."

"Go now."

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Note 1: The content of the diary comes from the fourth chapter of the undead, Chapter 134, Hometown.