Little Connie, you must go to the outside world in the future and meet the people outside. "
"Why?"
"Because the outside world is much more interesting than the tribe. The people outside … are also much more interesting."
"But … I'm afraid I'll get lost."
"Don't be afraid. You'll meet that person who can always find the way for you one day. When that time comes, you must hold on to him tightly."
"Why? Is he a thief? "
"Hehe … Yes, he's a thief. A thief who steals hearts."
…
The cold moonlight was cut into gentle lines by the window, and landed on the floor that was covered with broken porcelain pieces.
Connie seemed to see that grandmother who hugged her and sat by the window, telling her about the outside world and counting the stars.
She still hadn't found that person who could always find the way for her, but her grandmother was already gone.
The broken porcelain pieces on the floor were so sharp that she couldn't see the warm and elegant appearance of this room anymore. That bunch of robbers had robbed everything that they could.
Connie walked to the broken wardrobe, and bent down to pick up a piece of porcelain that was slightly intact. However, her gaze landed on a very small piece of cloth that was sticking out from the bottom of the wardrobe.
"This is?" Connie reached out to grab that piece of gray cloth doubtfully. She lifted the wardrobe and pulled it out.
Dust flew up, and two lines of words were scribbled on an irregular piece of cloth with dark red blood stains. The faint smell of blood had yet to dissipate completely.
However, Connie didn't care about that at this moment. She stared at the words written on the cloth with shock and disbelief in her eyes.
"Connie, stay away from Ferdinand. Stay away from him! Go, go far away. Don't come back to this place! "
Although the handwriting was messy, Connie could tell that it was her grandmother's handwriting at a glance.
Blood soaked the cloth. What made her grandmother, who was usually calm and composed, leave such a line of words on the cloth as her last words?
Connie looked at that line of words, and suddenly fell into a huge fear.
Ferdinand … Her brother. Her closest brother in this world.
But now, her grandmother wanted her to stay away from him, and stay far away from the Falk Tribe. Why was that?
What was the deeper meaning behind this sentence?
Why did her grandmother want her to stay away from her brother?
Connie didn't know the answer. Looking at the dark red words, his body grew colder.
She tried her best to run out of the Twilight Forest, and ran all the way to Chaos City. She fell down countless times, and wanted to sleep forever. Her only hope was to survive, and come back to save her big brother when she became stronger.
Now, she had become strong and had received the help of her friends. She returned to the tribe and the palace once again.
She was perhaps only one step away from saving her brother.
However, she found her grandmother's last words here.
In this world, there was no one who treated him better than his grandmother. Even his father and mother did not treat him as well as his grandmother.
Therefore, she couldn't ignore this suicide note, which was specially written for her.
"Right, the diary! Grandmother's diary! " Connie suddenly thought of an important clue. Her grandmother had the habit of keeping a diary. Ever since she could remember things, she had noticed that her grandmother would keep a diary occasionally. Perhaps she could find some relevant information in there.
"Her diary …" Connie looked around the room, and quickly walked to where the wooden bed was originally placed. She swept away the broken porcelain on the floor, and knocked on the floor. She heard a different sound coming from under a wooden board. She reached out with her sharp nails, and hooked that wooden board up.
There was a small secret compartment under the wooden board, and there were three thick, dark yellow goatskin books wrapped in fine silk.
"They weren't found!" Connie was elated. She carefully took out the three thick diaries from the secret compartment. She had seen her grandmother take out these diaries when she was young, but she never let her see what was written inside.
The bloody letter that her grandmother left behind made her lose her ability to think. She didn't know what to do.
If she didn't do anything, her brother might be executed tomorrow.
However, she believed that her grandmother would never harm her. She had to have a motive for leaving this bloody letter for her when the riot was happening. Or rather, she saw or knew something, and wanted her to avoid it.
She had to find the answer. Otherwise, she couldn't convince herself to leave and watch her brother be executed.
The three goatskin diaries were very thick, and the serial numbers were written in chronological order.
Connie picked up the diary with the serial number 1. She sat cross-legged by the window, and flipped to the first page.
There was a line of words written in young handwriting on the title page. "Father said: Memories will fade, but words can be preserved for a long time."
Connie remembered her grandmother had said the same thing to her. Because of that, she persisted in writing in her diary for three days, and it ended in laziness.
Her grandmother's habit of writing in her diary was longer than Connie thought. It started from around the age of six.
At the beginning, she wrote down some of her experiences and records in the tribe. As the young mistress of a big family in the Falk Tribe, she had lived a carefree life since she was young.
However, the repetitive rhythm of life and the unchanging tribe, no matter how grand the ceremony was, after repeated many times in the diary, it began to become boring.
All of this changed when she was thirteen years old.
That year, her grandmother, who was tired of staying in the tribe, chose to leave home one night and leave the tribe.
The air in the vast Twilight Forest seemed to be sweeter than the air in the canyon.
Then …
She got lost.
She, who had never left the tribe, got lost in the Twilight Forest.
In that chaotic era, a young, beautiful, and defenseless girl was the most tempting food no matter where it was.
He came when she was in despair.
That was the first time she saw him. He dealt with those scary fellows who surrounded her so easily.
But before she could thank him, he had already left.
His hair was still very long that year. He had a skinny figure, slightly curly brown hair, and a melancholy gaze that made one's heart ache, but was as mesmerizing as the starry sky.
After that, she followed him for many years.
She embarked on a journey to find him. But even though he was clearly nearby, she could not see him at all.
But every time she got lost and was about to cry, he would appear unintentionally, and then lead her out with a look of disdain. He would send her to a place where there were people, and then disappear again.
Connie seemed to be able to see the young girl who was overjoyed to meet again, and the young girl who was unhappy to part again from those playful and cheerful words.
After that, he became stronger day by day, and his hair gradually became thinner.
He had a nickname: "Hairless Monk."
"Master!"
Connie was so shocked that she almost threw the diary in her hand away!
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