Looking at Ross who was in a state of thinking, Sean asked him several times but he didn't hear him.
I only came to my senses when I was standing in front of him.
"Oh, sorry, my Lord. I was thinking of something else."
"What could possibly make Lord Ross so engrossed?"
After the two parted ways, Ross followed his usual practice and, as a scholar, solicited opinions and views from the townspeople. Of course, most of them were about the wonderful dreams in the town. It was only after asking that he discovered that it was really as Baron Mileand said, so the townspeople all enjoyed their current lives, and behaved very peacefully, whether in reality or in dreams.
only
The townspeople gave him the impression that they didn't matter to real life at all, and many of them looked a little listless.
"My Lord, I wonder if you've noticed how the residents of this town treat you."
"What does it look like?" Sean asked.
"It's just that I can't describe it, it's like the feeling when they look at you"
"Never took you seriously?" Sean said it first, not Ross.
"Yes, that's the feeling."
In fact, Sean discovered it early on, or rather discovered it yesterday, that a group of people living in their own dreams don’t care what reality is like. In their eyes, other people are just supporting roles, and only the people in their own dreams are the protagonists.
"This matter is no longer surprising. Have you discovered anything else?"
"There's not much else. People in this town don't talk much, but scholars always have their own ways." He took out a thick parchment book from his pocket.
"What's this?"
"I got it from an old man's house. You know, in a small town like this where almost no one talks seriously, it's better to find something more reliable if you want to pry open their mouths." Ross seemed very proud of his masterpiece.
Tsk
I stole it.
Yes, he looks like a scholar.
"Does it record any discoveries?" Sean asked.
"This is a diary. Judging from the age of the parchment, I estimate it is sixty or seventy years old. It records the daily life of the owner at that time. I found that the town was still normal fifty or sixty years ago. This situation only appeared later. Moreover, it mentions a tree elf many times." Ross's words caught the attention of Sean and Ascalante.
Placing the books on the table, he pointed to several places where records were kept.
They are all daily trivial matters, and even complaints about family and neighbors. They are the trivial matters of an ordinary resident. It records the daily work of going up the mountain to chop firewood.
In most of the small towns on the outskirts of the Bashalan Empire, the main source of income is the sale of timber. As for those medicinal materials and animal skins, they are not fixed and may be found or not. Although some industries are using coal mines and even fuel oil, they only exist in highly developed cities and those technological cities. The larger areas still rely on raw timber, and they can only afford to burn wood on a daily basis!
Relying on logging and hunting for a living is almost the common way of life for border townspeople.
This is no different for people who are able to keep a diary.
However, the other party can also write a diary, which makes Sean quite envious. Compared with his own town of Thelmian, the residents of Shanggu Town are relatively cultured. It is estimated that this habit was also learned from the traveler.
Travelers in this world often write diaries. Kerry from the archaeological team often carried a diary with him. According to them, if something unexpected happened during the trip, they hoped that people who came later would find the diary and bring it to their families.
In addition to these trivial matters, the diary often mentions things about a tree elf. In the following articles, it is even mentioned many times that the tree elf brought light and vitality to the town!
There is no more behind
Probably not written.
"There is no more at the end, sir." Ascalante picked it up and examined it, and found that the pages at the end were blank.
"Well, he didn't write it, or maybe he didn't need to write it anymore." Sean looked at Ross.
"Is the owner of this diary still alive?"
"There shouldn't be any left. The oldest person left in that family is an old woman. I just found this diary in a corner. Does the Earl think there's something wrong with it? That dryad."
"It must be some kind of strange magic." Sean told the two about the strange smell he smelled last night.
The smell of the tree sap is strongest at night and cannot be smelled during the day!
Moreover, the tree ring decoration that I just took from someone else's doorstep, no matter how many years it has been used, as long as I cut it open, I can see that the wood part inside is still fresh.
It is very likely that these trees are the cause of the town's special dreams.
"Then, Lord Earl, we..."
"Ascalante, later on, call a few of your swift and trustworthy men to go check out the woods."
"Yes, sir!"
Sean decided to go and see for himself.
Shanggu Town is not his territory, and this dream did not cause any casualties. In fact, there is no need to pay attention to it at all. As long as you know about it, you can choose to turn a blind eye, but Sean still wants to go and take a look.
Mainly because this kind of thing that does not belong to the category of magic makes Sean very curious, or rather, very concerned.
Especially after seeing the Octopus Man, the Deep One, and the Ancient Gods they were, Sean was very interested in these unknown abilities and magic. If it weren't for the fact that the passive effect of the Eye of Ghroth was still continuing, Sean really wouldn't have dared to go over so directly.
It's night again.
As per Sean's instructions, Ascalante brought along five or six guards of Order level around 5, and they carried torches at night. They also asked in advance where the wood that the townspeople usually used to build houses came from, and then they went there according to the route.
It is very inconvenient to walk in the woods at night, and several torches need to be placed together to illuminate the road.
"Why don't we choose to come and take a look during the day?" Ross also came with the team. Although he had experience in traveling all over the country, it was because of his experience that he knew that night was not a good time for action.
"The smell is strongest at night. If it's inconvenient for us to move, we can find the way first, and then come back to check tomorrow during the day." Sean didn't think that he could gain anything by just coming in.
The forest is so big that no matter what the other party is, it can easily hide if it wants to, so the only way is to find it at night when the smell of tree sap is the strongest.
"Indeed, there is a very special smell around here." Ross and Ascalante also noticed this smell in the woods. It was different from all the woods in other areas. Most woods had a strange smell mixed with human substances or soil, plants, etc.
But this kind of sap even makes people feel slightly sweet
Extending deep into the woods.
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