Weiler first curiously picked up the most eye-catching candle.
The orange-red bird looked quite delicate, and it was quite heavy. When he smelled it carefully, there was a faint fragrance that Weiler couldn't tell which flower it was.
But after looking at it for a long time, he couldn't see anything special except that the bird's crown should be where the fire was lit.
So Weiler put down the candle and picked up the old book in the box.
Unlike the popular sandpaper, the book's production process was made of parchment paper that had long been eliminated due to the high cost. But because of this, it could be preserved for much longer.
"Great … Great Hermit? Is this the meaning of the word … Biography? "
Weiler's reading skills were taught by his father when he was alive.
Although he didn't know the reason, Weiler's father not only taught him the current common language, but also taught him the more rusty ancient language and its grammar. It was similar to the Latin of Europe on Earth. It was something that only the upper-class circle, including but not limited to the nobles, would learn.
Because learning this kind of thing was a relatively old memory, Weiler was still a bit stumbling when he read it.
"Wait, this word should also be read as Sage, right?"
The boy shuddered and quickly flipped open the old book. On the yellowed pages were rather fancy handwritten ancient characters. Relying on his poor knowledge of the ancient language, he tried his best to read it word by word.
Although there were some errors because of the different text, and there were some corrections when it was republished, there were some discrepancies in some of the content. But this book was undoubtedly the "Roy's Travels" that he had already read by heart!
After realizing this, Willer immediately flipped to the last page of the book and found the transcription information of this handwritten book.
The name of the copyist was Kahn. The cursive abbreviation in front of the name meant that this person should be a copyist belonging to a great noble, but this wasn't the main point.
"The time of copying is the thirty-second year of the Rhine calendar …" Weiler put down the book and went to a small cabinet at the side. Then he took out a large chronicle that recorded the era and quickly flipped through it. After a while, his hand stopped flipping the book, and his finger that was following the picture stopped at an entry. His eyes shone with surprise. "Oh, the Rhine calendar, the Rhine calendar … Found it! The Rhine Kingdom, an era earlier than the Birbom Dynasty … According to this, this book was copied … three hundred years ago! "
According to the time, it happened to be the era of his great great great great grandfather!
In this way, combined with the name of the book, his great-great-great-great-grandfather (in fact, even Weiler himself couldn't remember how many great-great-grandfathers he had) was really a great and respected sage in history. There was no doubt about this point!
Then Weiler picked up the parchment book again and flipped through it to the part he cared about the most.
"The apple forest on top of Amos Mountain … That's right! This is it! "
Compared to his book, the more detailed description made Weiler's emotions surge.
After calming his emotions with great difficulty, Weiler put down the book and picked up the last thing in the box, which was the letter.
"The stamp on the wax seal …"
Weiler, who had just flipped through the chronicle, remembered clearly that this was the coat of arms of the Birbom Dynasty's royal family.
Other than that, there were no other words on the envelope.
Could it be that mother is the descendant of that supreme king?
Weiler, who didn't know why this thought appeared in his mind, opened the envelope and took out the letter inside.
The letter was also written in the ancient language. Weiler subconsciously looked at the label at the end of the letter.
Different from the biography of the great sage, this letter was written in the early days of the Birbom Dynasty, during the era of the supreme king Eren. The two were separated by about fifty years.
After that, Willer stumbled through the letter and discovered that it was actually the will of the Supreme King, Alan Beerbohm, a legendary figure who was treated as a myth by the people of the present day!
Due to his proficiency in the ancient language, Weiler naturally couldn't understand the state of mind of the legendary figure from two hundred years ago when he was on his deathbed, but at least he could understand the surface content of the letter.
There was no mention of the secret history of the palace like which prince would inherit the throne, but the content was very simple.
The supreme king's last wish was that after his death, someone would bring the candle named 'Walking Cuckoo' to the top of Amos Mountain and then bury it in the apple forest.
The reason why he did this was not mentioned in the letter, but at the end of the letter, the legendary king who was regarded as guided by the gods repeatedly repeated words such as' atoning for his own sins for being lost in utilitarianism '.
If a historian were to read this letter, he would definitely conduct research on the situation of the legendary king before his death. Perhaps it would even trigger a wave of archaeological research or something.
But after reading the letter, Weiler's only thought was: The golden apple forest really does exist!
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"Boss."
Weiler packed his luggage and came to his shop.
"What's wrong, Weiler?" The boss curiously looked at Weiler and the tattered but bulging backpack on his back.
This reminded the boss of Weiler's homeless appearance after he was cheated of his house for a very low price.
Because the boy was malnourished, he didn't grow much in the past two years. Other than his round face that was a little thinner, there was almost no difference from his appearance at that time.
Only his eyes were different. At that time, the boy was like a lost lamb, his eyes were full of confusion and helplessness, but now his eyes were full of fighting spirit.
"Thank you for your care, but I'm going on a trip."
The boy tightened the broken strap on his shoulder and said to the boss seriously.
The boss almost swallowed the cigarette in his mouth.
"What did you say?"
"I'm going on a trip, and now I'm here to say goodbye."
Weiler repeated without the slightest impatience.
"Okay, Weiler, stop fooling around and put down the bag." However, the boss soon calmed down and blew out a round smoke ring. This was a stunt that he had practiced for more than ten years. "If you want a raise, just say it. This kind of little trick is useless."
Although Weiler was still young, he was very hardworking and didn't ask for much. The boss didn't want to let such a cheap labor slip away.
"No, I'm really planning to go on a trip."
But Weiler shook his head.
"A trip … Do you have anywhere you can go? As far as I know, you don't seem to have any other relatives. "
The boss looked at Weiler suspiciously.
"I'm not going to seek refuge with other relatives, I want to climb Mount Amos!"
The boy said with a serious face.
"Amos? The highest mountain in the world? Weiler, is your brain damaged? " The boss's expression became as if he was listening to a fantasy story, "Stop fooling around, even professional mountaineers might not be able to climb that mountain. You're just a kid, I'm afraid you'll freeze to death halfway up the mountain."
"I'll think of a way about that. Boss, you don't have to persuade me, I'll never give up."
Weiler naturally knew the horror of Mount Amos. In the past hundred years, countless people had challenged that mountain, but only Lauren Claudian, whom the freckled boy had mentioned yesterday, had succeeded.
More than ten thousand meters high, thin air, terrible cold, man-eating beasts … It could be said that the dangers were innumerable. Even among the experienced mountaineers, less than half of them could return alive.
But even so, Weiler still wanted to go.
"Because I want to prove that the Golden Apple Forest is real!"
The boy said firmly.
The boss looked as if he had seen a ghost, not even noticing that the cigarette in his mouth had fallen to the ground.
"In other words, you want to climb Mount Amos to prove that rumor?"
"It's not a rumor!" the boy retorted seriously, "It must exist!"
"I think you've gone mad!"
The boss shook his head and stepped on the cigarette butt, "Don't do such a stupid thing, it's better for you to stay here and work. Maybe one day you'll save enough money to redeem your parents' house."
The boy was silent, but there was no sign of giving up on his face.
In fact, other than proving the existence of the Golden Apple Forest, to achieve the legendary Supreme King, Alan Beerbohm's last wish was another reason.
But Weiler did not intend to speak of this matter.
Firstly, this was a treasure passed down from his mother, so he naturally would not casually show it to others. Secondly, although he was still young, he was not stupid. His experiences over the years (mainly when his house was cheated) had made him understand the principle of not showing off one's wealth, or rather, one's wealth would arouse the envy of others.
Even if Weiler did not know anything about antiques, he could vaguely understand the value of the legendary Supreme King's will. Once it was announced, many people would covet it.
Not to mention, there was an ancient book and a strange antique candle as a foil.
Just as the boss was about to say something, a young voice came from the shop.
"Are you also going to the Golden Apple Forest on top of Amos Mountain? What a coincidence, our destination is also there. "
The boss and Weiler subconsciously looked into the shop together.
Because it was not meal time yet, there were not many people in the shop. In the spacious shop, there were three people sitting by the window.
The one who spoke was a young man wearing a strange outfit. He had black hair that was rarely seen on the continent, but his hairline seemed to be slightly high. Other than him, the other two people were girls. One of them had long violet hair, wore a long dress, and carried a strange-looking long staff on her back. The other one was a blonde little girl with two ponytails, wearing a gothic style long dress. She was making funny faces at the cold girl.
Seeing Weiler looking at him, the young man smiled faintly.
"Are you interested in traveling with us, young man?"
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