In the end, the Birbom Dynasty came to an end due to the invasion of the barbarians in the far south.
The barbarian monarch obviously did not have the ability to maintain a grand empire, so the decaying grand dynasty fell apart, and the continent once again became a state of mutual restraint between several countries.
Alan Birbom's great achievements were spurned by the victors who came after him, and in the end, it was just a record of numbers in the history books. The past glory was also distorted and exaggerated by word of mouth, becoming a myth that no one believed — even though it was only two hundred years ago.
In the hinterland of the big country Arenin, there was a small town called Birbom. Legend had it that it was the birthplace of the Birbom Dynasty, the home of the great King Alan, who unified the world more than two hundred years ago (for the people of this era, this continent was equivalent to the whole world they knew).
Unfortunately, there were no more people with the surname Birbom in this town. The descendants of the high king, who had the blood of Birbom in their veins, were all slaughtered by the barbarians, and the bloodline of the high king had disappeared in the vast history.
Of course, these things did not mean anything to the civilians. Whether it was a change of dynasty or a change of generation, they were still as diligent as ants, busy for their own and their family's lives.
Only naive children were able to play as they pleased.
"I'm not bragging!"
In Birbom Town, in an alley where children often gathered, a round-faced boy with beeswax short hair said loudly, "My great-great-great-great-grandfather is the legendary great sage who traveled the whole continent!"
"You're still saying that you're not bragging? How can there be an orchard with golden apples in this world?
The other children laughed and laughed at the round-faced boy. One of them, a boy with freckles on his face, even sang to the tune of a pipe organ not far away, "Lying Weiler, bragging Weiler, Weiler without parents."
The round-faced boy named Weiler was so angry that his face turned red. He straightened his neck and shouted stubbornly, "I'm not lying! The Golden Apple Orchard exists, and it's on the top of Amos! "
"Weiler without parents ~ so pitiful ~ to attract attention ~ to say such a ridiculous lie ~"
However, the other party did not pay any attention to him. Instead, he continued to drag out the tune and sing his self-composed song.
"Enough, shut up, you big idiot!"
Weiler waved his fist and rushed towards the other party.
As a result, he was immediately stopped by the others because he was alone.
"Poor Weiler, after all, you can only work in that dirty restaurant every day to not starve. You don't know anything about the outside of the town. So, as a reward for making me feel so happy, let me, the future lord, tell you something. "
The freckled boy was obviously the king of these brats. He looked at Weiler, who was pinned on the ground, with a sense of superiority. He smiled and said, "Half a year ago, the famous knight, Lauren Claudian, under the sponsorship of Lady Cranelands, challenged to climb Mount Amos and successfully conquered it! Unfortunately, there's nothing but snow on top of the mountain. Whether it's the apple forest or the snow monsters, they don't exist! "
"I don't! That Lauren must be a liar! "
Weiler, who was pressed to the ground, was still struggling.
"You don't even know Sir Lauren Claudius, how ignorant ~" The freckled boy spread his hands, "Sir is the only one who survived the 'Howling Crypt', and he has many adventure books. He's the most outstanding adventurer of this century! If you want, I don't mind lending you his book, 'Conquering Mount Amos'. "
"Bah!"
"Damn it, how dare he spit on my shoes! Teach him a good lesson! "
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"Weiler, you got beaten up again."
Back at the restaurant, the fat boss saw Weiler with a bruised nose and a swollen face. He couldn't help but tease him, "Why this time? Is it because of the Golden Apple Orchard? "
"It's nothing."
Weiler replied dejectedly. Then he ran to the back door and climbed up a small ladder.
Weiler Roy's parents died in a natural disaster when he was young, leaving him all alone.
After selling his family's property (of course, because he was cheated, it was sold very cheaply), Weiler finally managed to survive until now.
He was now living in the small attic of the restaurant where he worked. His only pleasure every day was reading the ancient books that he brought out from his original home.
The book depicted a magnificent world, which made people yearn for it.
"Ouch …" Wiping the bruises on his face with a wet rag, Weiler gasped because of the pain.
In the end, he gave up on this useless effort. He threw the rag in his hand on the ground, then laid down on the hard bed and picked up 'Roy's Travels' again.
Even though he already cherished this book, because he had flipped through it too many times, the book looked tattered. To be honest, it was a miracle that it didn't fall apart.
"Is Dad lying to me?
Weiler's mind was in a mess as he forcefully closed the book.
Then the young man shook his head and showed a determined expression again. "No, it must be that freckled bastard lying to me! The Golden Apple must exist! "
He threw the book back on the table. For someone who cherished books, this action was quite violent.
The spine of the book hit a small wooden box on the table, causing the latter to be knocked off the table and fall to the ground.
"Ah, Mom's wooden box!"
Weiler hurriedly stood up and ran over to pick it up.
This small wooden box was said to be a treasure passed down from generation to generation by his mother. Although he didn't know what it was used for, his mother had always cherished it.
It was precisely because of this that Weiler would rather sell the house than sell this seemingly expensive small wooden box.
"Ah, it really broke …"
Looking at the cracks on the box, Weiler couldn't help but feel distressed.
After all, this thing seemed to have been around for many years and was quite old. It wasn't strange for it to break.
"… Huh?"
At this time, Weiler suddenly found that the small box that couldn't be opened was actually loose. With a gentle push, the wooden board on top was removed.
What appeared in front of him was a book that wasn't too thick, a letter, and a carved bird-shaped … candle?
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