The Record of Unusual Creatures

The ancient parchment has changed color, and although it has magical protection that does not rot, the eight-century time (Earth time) still leaves mottled marks on it. As Hao Ren thought, the witch who was trapped in this place wrote down his own things after discovering that he had no hope of returning home. Now these black papers quietly tell an ordinary female magician who is out of bounds. a short life in this strange space

"Anyone who can read these letters, if you can understand the above words, I will express the most sincere kindness and blessings to you. May the wisdom of knowledge and mystery bless you not to be like me. My name is Beatrix comes from another world, and I believe that you are the same.

“I came to this place in search of knowledge and mystery. After experiencing a hellish adventure, I fell into the abyss and eventually got trapped here. In a sense, I got what I wanted, what I learned and touched. Things are miracles that I have never imagined in the past thousands of years, and I believe that even the gods of the ancient times will not know the deep mysteries of this world. All my ideas and knowledge systems are almost completely subverted here. No matter how much space I use to describe that I am not surprised when I see this underground world, I hope to share the joy of this discovery with others, but unfortunately, I can’t go back, so I can only record these in On parchment...

Hao Renfei quickly ignored those less important paragraphs, but only a cursory look at Beatrice's early record in the world. He found that the witch had received a lot of help from the locals after the fall. The tribe of fire is a hospitable tribe, and they do not show much hostility to foreigners of unknown origin. In fact, because Beatrix is ​​good at some magical flames, these skills are used by people in the tribe as evidence of closeness to natural elements. In this world, the coordination with natural elements is itself a proof of "good quality." So, Beatrix easily reached a friendly relationship with the locals.

She became a friend with the "Witch of Fire", the tribal saint. The friendship between the two is wonderful: in this world, the superficial elemental magic is well known, but the deeper knowledge of magic has been lost. Only saints and tribal warriors can rely on the help of blood or artifacts to reach advanced magic, and the soldiers only use these forces to fight. It is only the saint and her apprentice who really devote themselves to the magical skills. The arrival of Beatrix brought new vitality to this world of exhausted knowledge. The saints of the tribe of fire found a partner who could study ancient knowledge with themselves.

They jointly study the ancient symbols that have been lost, and study the ancient memory inscribed in the blood instinct. In just a few years, the two become friends. They even restored a lot of ancient magical creations. The kind of "burning lamp" that was seen by the tribe of the wind came from the hand of Beatrice. She solved the manufacturing method of this ancient artifact from the totem text of the tribe of fire.

Another deed is the cure of the black spot plague. This incident has laid the prestige of Beatrice in the eyes of the locals. Later, she is no longer treated as a foreigner. The people in the tribe regard her as the "Goddess" of their own, but this person happens to fall from the pillar of eternity.

"...I have spent many years here. It was a bit difficult at first. I have to learn strange words, language, customs and even eating habits from the beginning. I also remember that a plant here just started to ask me. Life, but it is the most popular food for local people. It is the first time I intuitively feel the concept of 'different world'. But in any case, the situation has gradually improved. This is a place where you can live smoothly. I even like it a bit. In my hometown, people like me are jealous because of the changes of the times, the users of magic are fading. A war between races is coming to an end, and I am like this. The witch or the 'witch' is the losing party. I don’t have much to be nostalgic in my hometown. It’s not worth remembering to hide in Tibet and be scared. It’s good to live here at least for a while, I thought so.

"...in my spare time, I am also observing the lives of local people. I am very interested in their religious and living conditions, and more importantly, I am very interested in the state of the world. What kind of power can be in the earth? On the creation of a layer of land? This is a concept of almost heaven and earth, but in this world it has actually happened. According to the legend of the local people, I believe that this world is not the case at first, some kind of power beyond imagination. Changed here...

"...the locals believe that the pillars that support the heavens and the earth are the arms of giants. And in their religious beliefs, in addition to the 'goddess', the shadow of 'great creatures' can be seen everywhere. The giants support the sky. The clouds are one The smoke emitted by the giant monsters when they breathe, they believe that the wind on the prairie is a giant beast named 'Haku' yawning, and the whole world is even built on a humpback called 'Toka' On the old man, this hunchback old man is the gardener of the goddess. The goddess completed the work of Genesis on the back of this gardener. There are many legends like this, full of grotesque colors, which reminds me of the strangeness of my hometown in ancient times. 'The gods'. But these legends don't seem to laugh at them. They are grotesque but have clear and rigorous and surprising logic. They seem to have happened, but they have been twisted by history.

“Yes, historical heritage, the historical inheritance of the locals is a more interesting topic. I found that these people once had a brilliant civilization, and their height is even worse than my hometown. This civilization is broken, no doubt it is ancient In the period of the ancient murals and slate books, I can see what the ancient civilization had created: vehicles that can drive automatically, popular aircraft, magic-driven rock guards and iron The giant, and even the magical city that floats in the air, known as 'Moro? Tosh'. But these things have disappeared and are buried deep in the cracks of the earth...

"...there is a very interesting phenomenon. According to my research, the Tianzhu folding incident has caused the world to lose more than half of the population, and the remaining population has gradually withered in the following years, but this process of dying is not entirely The disaster caused it, and it was more like the survivors' conscious control. I found many records of ancient slate books with plans to reduce the population, and found that those tribes distributed around the world followed a strict timetable even during the period of disconnection. Reducing my own number, and about 3,000 years ago, I said that according to the concept of time in the world, they controlled the population to the present size, and this number has never changed.

"...The birth of newborns is strictly controlled. They use ancient drugs to control when new offspring can be produced. The growth of newborns also goes through a ritual-like training process to ensure that the newly born children can fully assume His work in the tribe is not so easy to die. There are indications that although these indigenous people are not aware of the significance of living in an underground world, they are well aware of the fragility and infertility of the world, perhaps controlling population and The degree of civilization is to reduce consumption. This concept has been handed down from ancient times. Although no one knows the meaning behind this, they still strictly follow the ancestral training. So who educates them to control consumption? Perhaps Only the goddess.

"I even suspect that they have a way to control the intelligence level and thinking of newborns. I found ingredients that affect the brain in the spices they use every day. These spices only slightly inhibit brain activity and are not very harmful, but I think It is this kind of just-inhibition that has stopped the development of their civilization. 'The scorpion has been closed' for thousands of years, this time is enough for them to rebuild the ancient kingdom, but they still live a near-primitive life, this should be The result of intentional or unintentional control... It’s a pity that I don’t have much time, and I can’t verify these conjectures. And even if I can verify it, I can’t reverse their religious traditions. They look at religion very important. In the millennium drug infestation and traditional education, many ancient lessons have become things flowing in their blood. As an outsider, I still don't want to intervene as well..."

Hao Ren suddenly looked up from the pile of paper and looked at Benjay, who was always in a daze: "Let me see the spices you used to baptize newborns." (To be continued.)