Helagol, the ruler of the continent of Tarlonde. It was said that the Giant Dragon had three leaders, respectively in charge of knowledge, technology, and authority. Among them, the master of knowledge was the wise Andal; the master of technology was not in Tarlonde; and the master of authority was the awe-inspiring Helagol, who once served the Dragon God and raised the banner of rebellion. He was also the leader of the three ancient dragons.
Even though Tarlonde had declined, and even though the Giant Dragons even needed the help of the Alliance to survive this winter, the powerful and awe-inspiring ancient dragons were still one of the top individuals in all mortal kingdoms. So when he heard Helagol's self-introduction, even Modir could not help but be stunned for a moment. After a few seconds, he opened his mouth and said, "Oh, this is really surprising."
Then he shook his head and said, "They told me that a camp commander wanted to see me. I didn't expect it to be a big shot like you …"
"Please forgive me, because I don't want to attract too much attention. It's not easy for the adventurers to adapt to life in Tarlonde, and you know, they are very good at … processing the limited facts into infinitely exciting stories," Helagol said, shaking his head helplessly. He then raised his hand and pointed to the chair opposite him. "Please sit down, Mr. Modir. You can relax a little."
Modir looked suspiciously at the leader of the Dragons in front of him, and then looked at the chair in front of him before slowly sitting down. At the same time, he frowned slightly and said, "Can you tell me now? Why would a leader like you have the time to personally come to see an ordinary adventurer like me? Don't tell me that you also believe in the story of 'beating the Fire Elemental Prince into a river of lava with my old fists' … "
"An ordinary adventurer?" Helagol looked at Modir as he sat down. After hearing what he said, he could not help but raise his eyebrows. "Is this how you see yourself? Are you really just an 'ordinary adventurer'? "
"Otherwise?" Modir pointed to himself. "I think it is more appropriate to use the word 'adventurer' to describe myself. I am still different from ordinary adventurers."
Helagol did not speak for a moment. He just quietly looked at the old sorcerer in front of him, as if he was trying to determine the intrinsic nature of this' human 'in some way. His eyes had the power to see through the truth. Even without the grace of the gods, he, as a former' demigod ', could see many things that ordinary people could not. After observing for a few seconds, he finally withdrew his gaze and frowned slightly.
"I heard that you have lost some of your memories, Mr. Modir," the former dragon priest said, choosing his words carefully. "You don't know where you came from, and you don't know how many years you have been adventuring outside. You don't even know what you have been through in your early years. Is that right?"
"Strictly speaking, it's not as simple as losing my memory," Modir thought for a moment. He did not think that a ruler like Helagol would have any reason to harm him, and he had never concealed this matter from the public. So he answered frankly, "My memory sometimes seems very chaotic. There will be intermittent, repetitive, retrogressive, and even some things that I don't think should have anything to do with me. I really don't remember where I started my adventures, and I don't remember my parents, relatives, friends, family, hometown … I don't remember anything.
"Occasionally, I will recall some fragments of my travels in a certain place. I can clearly remember the roads, the houses, and even the names of some local acquaintances. But when I try my best to find the place in my memory, I find that everything is very different from what I remember. It's as if those memories have been modified by dreams. Sometimes, I will suddenly wake up in a strange place, and I have no idea how I got there. The people around me will tell me something that I have just done not long ago, and it sounds like they are describing a stranger …
"I think I may have been cursed by something. You know, a curse on the spiritual and spiritual level. This is most likely related to one of my adventures. Maybe I have touched some ancient heritage that should not be touched? Angered some ghosts wandering in the tomb? I have tried to solve this problem, to find the ancient ruins where I have adventured, to lift the 'curse' on me, but it's not that easy. I don't even know where I have been, so how can I figure out the source of the curse? "
Modir spread out his hands to end the conversation. Heragol nodded thoughtfully and said casually, "It sounds very difficult, Mr. Modir. I sympathize with what you've been through."
"I don't need much sympathy. Although many people have this reaction after hearing about my experience," Modir's attitude was quite calm. "I used to be anxious and angry, but after god knows how many years, I have come to terms with it. Compared to the past that I can no longer remember, there are still many unknown and novel areas in this world waiting for me to explore, and the various new changes in this era are exciting enough. I'm very fortunate. No matter how I lose my memories, at least I still have my strength and a lot of knowledge. These things can allow me to live well in a more difficult environment. There's nothing more satisfying for an adventurer than this … "
This was an attitude of optimism that was almost unreasonable, a 'free and easy' that ordinary people could not understand. Helagol did not know if this was the old mage's heartfelt words or the 'epiphany' of self-abandonment after years of setbacks. He just frowned and pondered about something. His hesitant attitude, of course, did not escape Modir's eyes. The old mage glanced at the leader of the Dragons in front of him. "Honorable Helagol, I can see that your interest in me is not as simple as an amnesiac adventurer causing some 'commotion' among the adventurers. Please tell me, what is it that you are looking for me for?"
"In fact, when we first knew that a Legendary champion had somehow sneaked into the adventurer's camp, we were just surprised and curious. The reconstruction work of Tarlonde was heavy, and it was not worth my time to invest too much into it. But soon I heard of your name … Powerful strength, adventurer's identity, the name Modir. These elements combined together reminded me of something that happened not long before the 'Great War'." Helagol finally exhaled softly. As he spoke, he waved to the side, and some pages flew from a nearby shelf and landed on the table between the two.
"A Dragons on a mission in the Lolun Continent had brought back some information. She also mentioned a name and an incredible travel book. Oh, this is of course not the original, the original is not in Tarlonde. This is a small remnant copy that I wrote based on my memory based on the original report, but the content should be exactly the same as the original. You can take a look and see if you can recall anything. "
Modir looked at the pages that landed in front of him, and the old mage's eyes seemed to tremble uncontrollably. Some kind of extraordinary intuition surged in his heart, making this powerful old man's heart beat rapidly. Something that he had been chasing for so many years seemed to be really about to appear, appearing in this land that had just unveiled its mysterious veil. Although he had thought countless times that he was already prepared, when it really might appear, his first reaction was to reject contact and understanding.
However, this sudden impulse to resist was easily suppressed by him. With a wave of his hand, he summoned the few pages of paper into the air in front of him and slowly swept his gaze over them.
"… X Month, XX Day. After greeting my friends, I'm ready to set off again. The things at home have been arranged properly. The plan, from 'returning smoothly within a short period of time' to 'dying outside', is well prepared. I've also contacted the Saint Sunils …
"My children seem to have some complaints about my new adventure plan …
"… The experience in the Dark Shadow Realm back then can't be repeated. I should make proper preparations this time, such as finding a reliable teammate. I should clearly recognize that I'm a weak mage. Things like charging and breaking through enemy lines are not suitable for me … "
Lines of words swept across his field of vision. Many familiar and yet unfamiliar names and events were like light and shadow flashing across the surface of the water, triggering Modir's fragmented, chaotic memory world. His expression changed a few times, and it took him a long time to finish reading the few pages that did not have much content. After that, he was stunned for a dozen seconds before he finally broke the silence. "What is recorded here … is someone's adventure, right?"
"Do you really have no impression of them at all?" Helagol leaned forward slightly and asked with a serious attitude, "You don't remember anything after reading it?"
"Alright, looks like it's just as I guessed … This is a record that I left behind? A travel journal that I wrote? " Modir read the answer from Helagol's attitude, but his expression only became more confused. "But I really have no impression of it at all, I have no impression of it at all … family, friends, companions … I even have children? Did I really have these? "
The old mage muttered to himself, and his eyes suddenly changed between clarity and confusion. But before he completely fell into confusion, Helagol's voice suddenly came from the side, and the magic in the dragon's language woke him up instantly. "Mr. Modir, please stay focused. We are just talking about a travel journal. Your mind should be firmly anchored here."
"Oh, oh, stay focused, stay focused." Modir suddenly woke up, and his eyes strangely swept across the pages that had fallen back on the table. "I really don't remember them, Mr. Leader. Do you know the full name of the person who left this travel journal?"
"Modir Werde." Helagol nodded. "You still don't remember anything when you hear the surname?"
"Werde … Werde?" Modir frowned and whispered the unique surname in the human world. "I don't remember, I don't remember having this surname, but it's a little familiar, the surname Werde … Wait! I know, I've heard of it! The ruling family in the north of Ansu, the Duke of Werde — Huh? "
The old mage's expression suddenly froze. He finally remembered where he had heard this familiar surname, but when he connected the surname with himself, a huge confusion rose from the bottom of his heart and completely drowned his mind. He raised his finger and pointed at himself, his face was full of 'how is this possible', and obviously, he did not dare to believe his own guess.
What he did not expect was that the name Modir Werde had disappeared from the world for six hundred years.
Helagol coughed softly, and said carefully, "Mr. Modir, this is just a clue, we should …"
He suddenly stopped in the middle of his sentence.
Modir, who was in front of him, had no reaction. He just sat there in a daze, maintaining the gesture of pointing his finger at himself.
Helagol narrowed his eyes and glanced at the old mage, and then immediately reacted. He outlined a pale golden rune in the air, wanting to take some emergency measures to protect the soul and reset the mind. But before he could do anything, Modir suddenly woke up. The old mage blinked, as if the abnormality was just an illusion. He looked around, and then looked at Helagol. After two seconds of confusion, he said uncertainly, "Where were we? Mr. Leader, do you have something to show me? "
"… No, we have already seen it, but there is no result. Forget it." Helagol's expression did not change. He just raised his hand and waved, and the few pages on the table instantly turned into dust and dissipated into the air. "Thank you very much for being willing to talk to me about something. Let's call it a day, you need to rest."
"Huh? It's already over? " Modir was confused, and subconsciously scratched his head. "Why do I feel that we have just started talking, and we are about to talk about the most important part …"
The old mage muttered, but soon stopped. He seemed to have realized something, and looked at Helagol with a strange expression. "Was I not in the right state just now?"
"… It was a little scary." Helagol nodded. In front of a legendary mage like Modir, many things in the supernatural realm could be easily understood. "For the sake of your health, I don't think we should continue talking."
"… I understand." Modir sighed softly, and smiled with a complicated expression. Then he slowly stood up and was about to turn and leave. "Then it seems that I can only 'rest'."
Helagol nodded and watched Modir get up. But just as the old mage was about to walk to the door, he broke the silence. "Mr. Modir."
Modir stopped and turned his head. "Is there anything else?"
"You want to find some 'important thing' that you have lost in this land, right?"
"Of course." Modir nodded. "I would say that to anyone. That is my purpose."
"… Then, I will do my best to help," Helagol said slowly after a moment of consideration. "You can stay on this land for a few more days, and wait patiently for a change to appear."
Modir looked at the leader of the Dragons with some surprise, and asked curiously, "Why? Are the Dragons such a generous and hospitable race? "
Helagol laughed. "The Dragons are indeed generous and hospitable, but more importantly, I have a feeling that what you are looking for … I am afraid it is also related to something that we are concerned about."
(End of Chapter)
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