Reborn My Name Is Kobe

The door was slowly opened amidst the sounds of clockwork and gears. When the door was fully opened, the originally dark room automatically lit up with light. These lights came from some simple lamps. From the appearance of the lamps

You might even think they are really ancient flame wall lamps.

This room is actually not very big. Compared to the large room outside that is filled with various cultural relics, it is probably only one-fifth the size at most. However, even though the room is not big, it has everything that should be there.

There was a glass display cabinet placed in the middle of the room. I followed Jessica's footsteps and walked to the display cabinet, and then I could clearly see a handful of glass that was about one meter to one meter long.

This is a silver long sword. The edge of the long sword is very clear, and you can't tell it is an ancient object that has existed for hundreds of years.

"Jessica, this sword is probably not made of sterling silver. If it was really made of sterling silver, then its surface color would definitely not look like this after hundreds of years."

"Well, under normal circumstances, pure silver will undergo oxidation and sulfurization reactions in the air, and the color will turn black and dark. And some rare foreign elements were indeed added to the sword during the making process. They are effective

It protects the body of the silver sword so that it still looks like new even after hundreds of years."

"That's right. The hardness and strength of pure silver are not enough to be used as a sword, but the sword-making craftsmanship of that era was able to reach such a level. It is really an amazing thing."

"The exact time when this silver sword was cast should be during the Tudor Dynasty in England in the 16th century, but it is not clear whether it was during the reign of Henry VIII or Edward VI."

"To be honest, I don't know much about British history. I only know that there was a very powerful queen named Elizabeth I in the 16th century. There seems to be another British queen called Bloody Mary."

"Queen Elizabeth I was the successor of Mary I. At that time, Mary I burned 300 opponents alive in order to restore Catholicism in England to replace the Protestantism advocated by her father during his lifetime, so people called her Bloody Mary.

, and Bloody Mary also became synonymous with witches in later legends."

"Can I touch this sword?"

"No, I've already told you that you cannot touch this silver sword with your hands under any circumstances. What it carries is something you and I can't contend with."

"Is it really that scary? Then what kind of thing is it carrying?"

"Believe me, there are some things that would be better if you didn't know. When this silver sword was first cast, it was to use one kind of terrible power to fight another kind of terrible power."

After listening to Jessica's words, I had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​touching the silver sword with my hands. Even through a thick layer of glass, I could still vaguely feel the radiance coming from the silver sword.

special magic.

"If you can't touch this sword with your own hands, it would be good to take a look at the records about this sword. Can Jessica show me the information that records the history of this sword?"

"If you are really that interested, I have many records about this sword here. Some of them are official historical records, while others are scattered records from the people. These are the flowers of my ancestors.

It took centuries to collect."

Then Jessica pushed open a small opening directly under the glass display cabinet, and took out a yellowed booklet from inside. When I touched the yellowed booklet with my own hands, I discovered that this book

The material of the booklet should not be ordinary paper, but more like the skin of some kind of animal.

"This is a leather notebook, and the content recorded in it is also written in an ancient Celtic script. I'm not sure whether you can understand it. Anyway, I can only understand a small part of it.

part."

"The ancient Celtic languages ​​predate English, and in fact English is more like the language of later invaders, but although English was influenced by Celtic and French, ultimately Celtic

The traces it can leave on English are also quite limited.”

After I took the leather notebook handed over from Jessica with my hand, I began to look at the things recorded in this notebook carefully. I was suddenly attracted by the little story recorded on it.

Attracted.

The general meaning of this story is this:

One day in August 1556, Queen Mary I, known as Bloody Mary, had succeeded to the throne for almost three years. During this period, many people were living very difficult lives. This was not only due to religious oppression PO

, and more importantly, Bloody Mary's succession brought an even more terrible disaster.

There have always been some unknown but very terrifying creatures living in the ancient forests of England. It may be inappropriate to call them creatures. Their power may have already exceeded that of normal creatures.

However, no one is willing to face them. Even those who think they have some abilities are trying their best to avoid the facts about the existence of these terrible creatures.

There is no way, for those who have lived here for generations, for me and their descendants to continue to survive on this land, we finally decided to find the gun that was cast decades ago and forgotten in that corner.

The silver sword in it is the only one

One can also give us the existence of hope.

On the way to that forgotten corner, we have paid a lot of lives, but we know that this may not be enough, the price we have paid is not tragic enough, and the soil stained red by blood will eventually become more

Fertile, and ultimately only one of us is qualified to pick it up and walk out of here alive.

Unfortunately, I was the one who finally obtained this qualification, and everyone who went with me lost the qualification to record all this. I had no paper, so I could only use the skin of the deceased as paper. Without ink, I could only use

The blood of the deceased is used as ink. If I don’t have a pen, I can only use the finger bones of the deceased as a pen. I must record all this.

The sun has been showing a faint purple halo for a week. I know that no one else can see this, because I am the only one holding this sword made of pure silver in my hand, and only this sword can help me win.

Those who occupy our land.

These guys are so scary not because they have huge and ugly bodies, nor because they can spit out fire or venom, nor because they are extremely fast and come and go without a trace.

Their whispers are their only weapon and the darkest and most insidious poison we cannot defeat.

This sword has a special magic power. It is a sword that can store the soul of its owner. The person who uses it must make a solemn contract with this sword, paying the price of their soul to let them live for a period of time.

Gain the power to change your destiny within time.

The sun has not risen for a month, but no one else can feel this darkness. I am so lonely, and when my soul is taken away, everything becomes so desolate.

Although I defeated that terrible enemy, I also know that this sword is something that should not exist in this world. I will take it to a place where no one can find it, where we will sleep together.

I will embrace my own soul and let it seal this sword there forever.

After being recorded here in the leather notebook, it turned into another more ancient text. In fact, I just guessed a lot of the content before this. The grammar used in many places seems very awkward to me.

, and I don’t know if it was the local dialect commonly used by the people who left these words.

"Jessica, this sword has the power to swallow the user's soul?"

Jessica did not answer me, but nodded slightly in response to me, and I took a deep breath.

"Do you really believe what's written in this leather notebook?"

"If only one record about this sword said this, then I might not believe it, but all the records about this silver sword found by my ancestors mentioned something about the soul.

Things, this is definitely not an accident, and after experiencing so many things, do you still not believe that supernatural forces really exist in this world? "

I didn't know how to answer Jessica's question. When I focused my eyes on the silver sword in front of me again, some vague sounds seemed to start to echo in my ears. Could these sounds be...

Did it float out of this sword?

I interrupted my thoughts. At this time, I could not be fooled by my illusion, but the sounds were still echoing in my ears, as if they really existed, but they

If it doesn't really exist, is it just my own illusion?

"What’s wrong with you?"

Jessica came over and gave me a hard push, just enough to push me back to a conscious state from a dizzy feeling.

"I can hear some sounds, they seem to come from this silver sword, and I can't resist the sounds at all. They seem to be very powerful. I can't tell what the feeling is. It's like facing me.

The right thing is not one person, but a group of people. They use one voice for one moment and a group of voices for another.”

"Let's get out of here first and then talk."

After Jessica finished speaking, she took some records about this silver sword in her hand, and then took my hand and walked out.

Returning to the living room of Jessica's house again, I feel like time has passed for a century. The sounds along the way have still not disappeared from my mind. They seem to have been in my ears.

He was saying something softly, which was like a lullaby, making me fall into a state that seemed like a dream but not a dream.

Finally I fell asleep on the sofa at Jessica's house. At this time, I entered a dream with a very clear picture. In this dream, I followed an old voice and opened the door to Jesse.

Get stuck on the basement door, slowly walk down the steps, pass through the basement hall, and finally come to the door.

Just when I didn't know how to open the door, I felt something moving in my pants pocket. I took out a key from my pants pocket. It looked a little old, like a key.

Like a key that can open the door to the magical world, it seems to be glowing slightly, a special kind of metallic light.

The moment the key was inserted into the keyhole, I once again felt a sensation similar to the electric current passing through my body. This made me feel that this was definitely not a dream, because all this was really too real, even the electric current carried by it.

The brief numbness I felt was very clear, even too clear.

The door no longer requires my further efforts to push it.

As the sound of gears turning came, the door was opened little by little, and behind the door stood a woman with her back on her back. Her hair was so long, and her figure was so familiar.

Slowly she turned around, only to find that it was a face that was very familiar to me.

"Jessica?"

At this moment, I was dragged back to the real world by a powerful force. It turned out that everything just now was just a dream. The person standing in front of me at this time was Jessica.

She held my hand with a look of concern on her face.

"What's wrong with me? Why are you looking at me like this?"

"You don't know how scary you looked just now. You kept calling my name in your dream. What on earth were you dreaming about? Why did you keep calling my name?"

I took a deep breath to calm my breathing down a bit, and then told Jessica everything I had just dreamed about, and at the end I especially emphasized the feeling I had in my dream just now.

The sense of reality is so strong, especially the feeling of electric current passing through the body, it definitely doesn’t feel like a dream!

To be honest, my brain was a little dizzy at this moment. When I fully opened the palm of my right hand, I found a very obvious mark on the palm of my right hand. The shape of this mark was exactly the same as the one that opened the door.

shape of key.

"What's going on? Jessica, things are really getting weirder and weirder."

"Hey, I really shouldn't have told you about this silver sword. It seems that it has set its sights on you. Fortunately, you woke up in time just now. If you had opened the display cabinet in your dream and touched it with your hand,

If we get that silver sword, the consequences will be disastrous."

"Although I really don't want to believe what you said, everything is becoming more and more similar to what you said. Who forged this silver sword, and why does it have such terrifying power?"

"Judging from the records about this silver sword found by my ancestors, the earliest forger of this silver sword cannot be verified. We only know that the approximate casting time of this sword was around the same time that the Tudor Dynasty was established.

, and there are different opinions on why this silver sword was cast. Some people say that this sword was made to fight against the demons hiding in the world, while others say that this sword was actually made by demons, so it is

It will have the terrifying property of absorbing the soul of the user."

"When legends and reality are intertwined, it really makes people feel a little incredible. In fact, many legends in this world have some events rooted in real life. After seeing this sword with my own eyes, I also felt a little bit unbelievable.

I tend to believe that all this is true."

"History is sometimes very cruel, so we humans use some embellishment techniques when recording it to make things that are not so pleasant become more interesting."

"Let's take some time to study the information about this silver sword recorded by our ancestors. Now let's forget all this for a while. I'll get some supper, and then we'll have wine and

Mingyue has a good meal."

"You have the final say!"

"When will the bright moon come? I drink wine and ask the blue sky. I don't know what year it is in the palace in the sky. I want to ride the wind back, but I am afraid that the beautiful buildings and jade buildings will be too cold at high places. I dance to clear the shadows, how can I feel like I am in the human world."

"Yeah, you can also read Chinese poetry?"

"Well, well, I met a teacher who taught ancient Chinese in high school. These were some of his favorite sentences, so I learned them from him."

Of course the reason why I know this poem is because I have memories of my previous life, but I cannot let Jessica know this.

"In fact, the distant Eastern Continent is really a magical land. As one of the four ancient civilizations, how many splendid civilizations have been left there from ancient times to the present!"

"Well, but Chinese characters are a very complex language. People there now only use simplified Chinese. It would be a very huge project to trace those ancient Chinese character languages."

"I'm very happy to see that you are also so interested in Chinese. My father has several Chinese characters specially tattooed on his arm. In the future, we will also use that ancient civilization in the East as our adventure trip around the world.

An important site.”

"I am very happy to be the prince who protects Princess Jessica, and to explore the five-thousand-year-old civilization with her. Maybe I should take some time to learn Chinese, and maybe I can be Princess Jessica by then.

The guide.”

"Haha, yes, but I bet you can't learn Chinese characters faster than me."

"That's not necessarily true. I think my talent for learning Chinese is also very high!"

"Your main energy throughout the day is spent on competition and training. How can you have more time to learn Chinese?"

"Well, since I can spare so much time for training, of course I can also spare some time for studying. Don't underestimate my determination to learn Chinese!"

"Okay, okay, I don't underestimate you, so let's make a bet. After this season is over, let's compare who has a higher level of Chinese, okay?"

I smiled and nodded. Unexpectedly, I hadn't dug a trap yet, but this little girl dug a trap for herself and hurriedly tried to jump into it.