Recorder

"Hello, miss."

Mason recognized the girl he had just danced with, the older sister of the pair. She came up to him, her voice soft and gentle.

"The master's wife loves these flowers very much. She planted these plants herself. Every autumn, the stamens will bloom in the moonlight at midnight."

Mason thought back: "I haven't heard Ron talk about his wife."

"Because she's dead. Pollution won't let you off just because you belong to a certain family. After she died, the head of the family also started to become serious."

The girl stared at the flowers in a trance, with sorrow in her eyes.

"We shoveled out the monster she had become. The three brothers lost their mother, the head of the family lost his wife, and the family lost a member... The polluted soul returned to the black mist, and even Law's will could not bring it back."

She still remembered that wise and calm woman, whose strength and heart were as outstanding as hers, and whose appearance was as beautiful as those flowers.

Mason listened quietly. The girl was silent for a while, then asked, "Mr. Oleus... No, Mr. Ancestor. Can you tell me the story of the time before the Black Mist?"

"I am the recorder of my family. It is my responsibility to record history. We have been away from that era for too long, and a lot of knowledge has been lost. Although the most important things have been preserved, human life is too short. I want to hear the stories that have disappeared."

"It's about ancestors, about dynasties, about you and your friends, about the world... before the dark fog."

"We have been searching for this knowledge. I have been to the ruins occupied by tainted beasts and to places filled with black fog. I have visited the library of the church and read various books. But I think no one knows more about the things of that era than you, because you are the one who truly lived in that era."

When he accepted the invitation to dance, he noticed that the other person's hands were not soft.

They were covered with thick silk and had many small scars. Her arms were strong and taut under her long golden skirt, and her dancing legs were as sturdy as a doe leaping through the forest.

The gorgeous clothes are just an outward symbol. This girl can go into any dangerous situation when necessary.

Knowledge is a record of destiny. Even in a world where everyone tries their best to survive, there are still recorders who keep searching, eager to restore the world to its original reality. This is a sacrifice that transcends the instinct of survival and continuation, and the fire of life that is passed down from generation to generation. The red-haired young man is sincerely in awe of this.

And he suddenly realized that this was an excellent opportunity.

The growth of the World Tree depends on human recognition of history, and the person standing before him is the inheritor of the history books. Mason felt a little ashamed, but he had to admit that this was an opportunity that could not be missed.

Sorry, I will definitely compensate you later!

He quickly adjusted his mentality and put himself back into the role. The red-haired young man replied calmly: "Of course, no problem, let's start from the beginning."

They sat beside the flower bed, and the girl drew a pen from the air and wrote on it with her fingertips, without the need for a pen.

Noticing the other person's gaze, she smiled a little embarrassedly: "My bloodline is [Bookworm]. It's nothing special, but it can remember everything it sees and record things anytime and anywhere. It's difficult for external forces to destroy it, and my whole body can secrete ink."

This is not an excellent bloodline, but for a girl, it is the most suitable for her. Mason waited patiently for her to turn the page, and then slowly spoke.

"In the era before the Black Mist, all kinds of adventurers were active in the town. They would buy goblins as slaves. These little greenskins were everywhere and were very cheap, but be careful that they might run away with your luggage during the adventure..."

The era before the Dark Mist was a gorgeous and romantic era.

He only gave a glimpse of the adventure in Canaan: monsters shuttled through the jungle, elves with green eyes pressed their palms against trees, and their lips trembled to silently pray. Businessmen who traveled abroad knew to be careful of goblin camps, because these little guys were all good at stealing things.

In the tavern, minstrels played their harps, and drunkards laughed at some crude and vulgar song about some unfortunate fellow who had been cheated out of all his money.

In the square just a few streets away, the Silver Moon Knights stared at the blazing fire. Devout believers gathered around and prayed, watching their fellow believers who were labeled as heretics sobbing and wailing in the fire...

He did his best to depict the glorious era of the gods, not only to increase the authenticity of the vest, but also to let future generations know how glorious their ancestors were. Whether good or evil, they once lived vividly in this world.

He kept talking until the dance music in the hall faded away and dark clouds covered the moonlight. The girl was fascinated by his words and exhausted from writing until she could no longer write a single word. She stopped with satisfaction and looked at him gratefully: "Thank you so much, it's really an incredibly beautiful world."

The red-haired young man smiled and said, "Then pass it on. You are doing something very meaningful."

The girl stood up and bowed deeply to him: "I will. May I come to see you again in the future?"

"Of course, I'm always welcome."

"Then please tell me the stories about you and your friends next time. This is my personal request. As a family member, I am curious about you. As a recorder, I want to record these stories."

The girl said goodbye to him softly, and the red-haired young man watched her leave the garden. After the other person's figure completely disappeared, the young man's shadow suddenly twisted.

A dark figure separated from his shadow, "stood" up from the ground, and transformed into the appearance of Shaken.

The blond noble said, "I thought you would often chat until late at night."

"There are always endless stories to tell, and we still have a long time to tell them."

The red-haired young man turned to look at him: "What do you want to talk to me about?"

"I want to talk to you about going to collect the Sealed Artifact the day after tomorrow."

"Have you set a time?"

"Yes, after all, the Speaker is very busy." Shaken shrugged. "He will announce the top three and then take them to receive their awards. Have you not been to the Central Building yet?"

He recalled the conspicuous building in the center of the city: "No."

"That's where the president of the council lives, and it's also the core of the noble association. Whenever there's something that needs to be handled by the Twelve Round Tables, it's held in the council hall in the central building. In addition, it's also the largest sealed place in the human race, with countless dangerous sealed objects. The space inside is constantly changing, and if you don't have the president's puppet to lead the way, you'll get lost and die."

"The day after tomorrow morning, all family representatives participating in the first trial will go to the central building, and the chairman of the council will announce the ranking. The top three can directly enter the central building to seal the selected seal."

This was naturally not information that Shaken could know, but it was out of Ron's goodwill. Mason learned about the situation in detail and prepared to meet the Speaker of the Parliament.

Two days passed in a flash.

Early in the morning, the maid brought him new clothes.

The black cloth had a strange texture, with a soft metallic sheen. The tiny diamonds and dark patterns were skillfully blended together, and Oleus felt a slight energy fluctuation from it. This gave him a little prediction.

As expected, the maid began to introduce: "This is a piece of clothing that the master of the family specially commissioned the Mechanical City to make. It has strong protective capabilities. The pollutants rewarded this time are powerful, and this can minimize the danger."

Mason nodded in acceptance. Arnold was already waiting for him outside the door. The two got into Ron's carriage and headed to the central building together.

As the distance got closer, more and more carriages appeared around. Ron skillfully asked people to avoid the traffic and took the fastest route to reach the destination.

As soon as he got off the bus, he saw many bloodline members getting off the bus and walking towards the central building. This was one of the few days when they could enter the building.

There were many seats in the hall, and the walls were deep and endless black. Looking at them for a long time would give people a dizzy feeling as if their souls were being sucked in. More small families could only stand in the back. Those nobles who were rarely seen in normal times gathered here. Mason took a glance and felt that throwing a brick could kill many high-level bloodlines.

The Luo family naturally had a place. Ron led them to the front, where other families had already arrived. When Eamon saw them coming, he turned his head away with disdain. The other familiar bloodline members greeted Mason and his family one after another.

After a period of chaos and disturbance, the hall finally became quiet.

Several puppets floated down from a height. They had long thin limbs and a pair of obsidian inlaid in their eyes. One of the puppets spoke: "I am glad to see you all gathered here. Young bloodline people continue to emerge, and I am happy about this. You are the hope for the future of mankind."

As it made its sound, scenes appeared in the air.

The bloodline warriors fought desperately with the mithril creatures on the battlefield, and the logistics deputy team was busy transporting weapons and medicine. The dragonborn and aliens tore the enemy's body in the most brutal way, and the firepower support of the mechanical city and the hurried figures of the church priests flashed across the battlefield.

After that, the bloodlines of each family showed their magical powers. Although the Expanse and the Sirens had always been at odds, the two families joined hands to summon a storm to wreak havoc on the silver-white creatures; the Hart family drove the ice and snow to freeze their remains...

Countless scenes flashed by quickly, and people saw that the second family, the descendants of the brain worms, were completely unaffected by the war. They made plans on the battlefield and were worthy of the title of the most outstanding commanders.

The fourth family, the most outstanding son of the head of the Garcia family, Ai Bo, raised his hand, and the wandering bloodlines on the entire battlefield were controlled by him as if they were his arms, sweeping the entire battlefield.

The bloodline of the first family, Owen, is in the camp. Ofili, with short hair, is doing his best to maintain the safety of the camp. More bloodline members lead others to fight against the mithril creatures, ensure smooth transportation and communication, and do their best to do their job. When they fight, their long fire-colored hair burns, like a weird dance of death.

Finally, the scene before my eyes fell into darkness. After a long silence, a series of shocking scenes suddenly appeared.

The red-haired young man stepped on the transporter, his dark-gold eyes shone brightly. The wind blew up the braids behind his head, and the snow-white long sword was wrapped with thorn patterns. He rushed towards the huge creature that was trying to escape from the gap in the air, leaped high and swung down a heavy blow!

The pale light almost pierced through the illusion and was engraved in everyone's mind. The hall was filled with inhalations and silence for a moment.

The scene didn't stop: the red-haired youth and the blond nobles worked together to deal with the Golden Forest and rescue other teams. He went deep into the Kingdom of God alone, saw the guardian souls, and the quiet door of the God's Bed.

The young man who had just awakened stood up from the Mithril River, the silvery-white liquid rolled down his honey-colored skin into the water, his eyes were as sharp as a knife.

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The intermittent images did not reveal much about the gods, but they still made Mason feel uneasy.

A pair of invisible eyes observed him the entire time, but neither Oreius, Canaan, nor even the World Tree responded. He stood there stiffly, feeling a deep sense of uneasiness in his heart.

When the scene faded, the puppet announced in a serious tone: "Please ask the representatives of the Owen, Garcia, and Luo families to come forward."

Ofili walked out of the crowd. She was a direct descendant, and this time she turned a disaster into a blessing, becoming the focus of the family's training.

Eamon strutted onto the stage, and Ed smiled at his brother. This guy who got a great deal had countless people gnashing their teeth in envy behind him, wishing they didn't have a brother like Ebo.

Mason exhaled lightly and stepped forward as well. The gaze from behind stabbed his back like a heavy monument.

The puppet bowed slightly toward them, pointed at the dark wall in the distance, and made an inviting gesture.

No one was willing to show weakness here. The three of them took steps at the same time. The wall surged silently, revealing a black hole-like nothingness in the center. The red-haired young man crossed the boundary, and a chill ran down from head to toe. It was like drinking a glass of ice water in the middle of summer, sobering up to the bone.

The light from behind was swallowed up by nothingness, and only darkness spread. It was like being in a dark room, with no sound and no living things.

He briefly assessed the situation and walked deeper. The road was endless, as if it led to the end of the world. Mason walked for a long time without haste, and finally saw a ray of light at the end.

It looks like I guessed right, there is a passage here.

The young man breathed a sigh of relief, and when he got closer, he could see clearly what the light was.

It was a lamp floating in the air.