Serpentine was the common language of the Steel and Iron Ridge Kingdom. As a vassal state, the Grand Duchy of Sapphire also used Serpentine.
In addition to Serpentine, there were also many other languages on the continent, such as the Eagle Kingdom's Wind Language, the Blast Furnace Kingdom's Rock Language, the Unsetting Radiance Empire's High Clear Language, the Blue Dragon Empire's Dragon Language, and so on.
Liszt's predecessor did not know foreign languages, so he did not recognize the strange characters on it. In fact, if he looked carefully, it would be better to say that it was not so much characters, but rather distorted drawings.
"The Diary of a Descendant of Philip Suns, a very strange title. Old Phil, what language is this other text?" He asked curiously.
"I do not know, Sir Lord. In fact, I am illiterate. This book is a relic of a native of the Ferry Island. He was a good friend of mine. I was in the same canoe with him, but he died at sea, leaving only this book. I keep it as a souvenir. "
"So it is a relic with commemorative value. Then, I will return it to you after I finish reading it."
"No, no, no, Sir Lord, it is Old Phil's honor that you have taken a fancy to Old Phil's book collection. Old Phil hopes that you can accept it. Thank you, Sir Lord, Old Phil's leathersmith shop's business is much better now. "
"Alright, I will buy it."
"Old Phil is willing to offer it to Sir Lord to express my respect for Sir Lord."
"I accept your respect, but I will still give you a reward."
Liszt returned to the castle with the diary.
He had Carter take out three silver coins and hand them to Jesse. A book was not worth three silver coins, but it was, after all, a relic with commemorative value: "Jesse, give these three silver coins to Old Phil as a reward for this book. In addition, tell Old Phil that I like his stories very much. If he wants to add anything, he can do so at any time."
"Yes, Master."
After Jesse left, Liszt did not immediately open the book, but instead summoned the smoke mission.
A moment later, a faint smoke appeared in front of him, twisting into Serpentines. What made Liszt pleasantly surprised and nervous was that the Serpentines were no longer the usual words.
They were changing.
"The mission has changed."
The Serpentines persisted for a few seconds before the smoke gradually distorted, forming new Serpentines. "Mission: Unlike other worm stalks that safely enjoy nutrition, the Brambles Sprite's Worm Grass gazes into the distance in solitude. It has already lived for eight years and is about to enter old age. However, its heart is still unwilling. Please supplement the Brambles Sprite's Worm Grass with nutrition. The mission reward is a new type of thorns. "
His uneasy heart settled back into his stomach, and all that was left was surprise.
It was a little risky for him to say goodbye to the smoke mission and announce that he was not a puppet that could only be led around. However, in his heart, he was actually very worried that he would lose the smoke mission. Whether the smoke mission was a cheat or a mastermind behind the scenes, it was not something he could refuse.
Moreover, there was no need to refuse.
So far, the smoke mission had only benefits and no drawbacks. It helped him develop quickly. Even if there was a mastermind behind it, he probably couldn't resist it.
Since he couldn't resist, he would just enjoy it.
As a result, some despicable thoughts still lingered in his mind, "If I can ride on a dragon, so what if I sell the fifty kilograms to the mastermind? As long as you let me enjoy the glory and splendor, the mastermind behind the scenes, I am willing to be your lackey! "There was no response. Smoke missions sometimes had very little sense of existence.
Now it seemed.
He was at loggerheads with the smoke mission, but the smoke mission would not be at loggerheads with him.
And it also proved that those mission rewards were not forcibly fabricated by the smoke mission.
They originally existed.
The smoke mission at most pushed the boat with the current, fiddled with the threads of cause and effect, and pry some of the trajectory of time. Like a gust of wind gently blowing the waves of the river of fate, whether it rotated left or right, it would eventually fall back into the river and return to calmness.
"Maybe one day, I will understand the meaning of the existence of the smoke mission … As for now, I will just enjoy the cheat." With an open-minded mind, he shook off the worrying thoughts.
What was left was full of joy.
He saw the familiar word "new species" in the new mission reward.
There were two "new species" missions before. The new species of Tulip brought the magic ingredient Black Tulip, and the new species of Mushroom brought the magic ingredient Flame Mushroom.
What kind of magic ingredient would the new species of thorns bring this time?
"Not enough nutrition, right? Tomorrow, let the serfs transport the compost to the thorns worm's worm stalk to supplement it with nutrition!"
The only regretful thing was that.
The thorns worm had lived for eight years, which meant that it only had two years left to live.
"It seems that I have to find a way to get another thorns worm … There seems to be a young thorns worm in Tulip Castle. I should buy it sometime." Thorns were just small weed-like shrubs. The thorns worm was not of much use, so the price should not be too high.
He waved his hand to disperse the smoke Serpentines.
Liszt returned his gaze to the "Diary of a descendant of Philip the Sun": "A descendant of Philip the Sun, this surname is a bit domineering. My retainer Knight is also called Philip, but his surname 'wool' is obviously the difference between a chicken and a phoenix when compared to the author."
Liszt turned to the first page and saw a very abstract picture of the sun.
Because it was handwritten, the sun was not very round, and the surrounding light was also a triangular smear. There were all kinds of messy stripes inside the sun.
It looked like a seven-year-old child's doodle.
Below the picture, there was a paragraph of Serpentines, perhaps a poem.
"Grandpa has such a tattoo on his back."
"He said that his father also had the same tattoo on his back."
"I asked him why my father didn't have it on his back, and neither did mine."
"He said that our ancestors had abandoned us, and that we could no longer bear the sun pattern."
"I don't understand what it means."
"Grandpa said that we were exiled from our hometown to the land of sin, and that we could only return after five hundred years."
"Five hundred years later, a large ship sailing in the sky, under the sun, welcomed us back."
"Five hundred years have passed, but the ship in the sky has not come."
Looking at the poem.
Liszt found it very interesting. The description in the poem was that the author's ancestors were a group of sinners and were exiled to the Dodo Island for five hundred years? They tattooed a sun pattern on their back to represent their lineage. But five hundred years later, the ship in the sky that was supposed to take them back did not come.
So the author's grandfather felt abandoned and did not tattoo his son again.
"So this is how the descendants of the sun came to be …"
"If the record is true, the natives of the Dodo Island should be the descendants of the great nobles of the continent. Only the great nobles, especially the descendants of the royal family, would be exiled after making a mistake. If the lesser nobles made a mistake, they would be directly killed. But without the habit of recording history, the royal family would probably forget about these exiled descendants in about a hundred years. "
On the first page, there was a picture and a poem.
On the second page, there was a preface.
"My name is Philip, twenty-six this year. I have just returned from working on the outer island. I do not intend to go out again. The outside is very prosperous, but life is difficult. I intend to stay on the Dodo Island and marry Valisa. I will have my own son and raise him. I am a carpenter, I can build a big house for him to live in! "
"From today onwards, I will record every day. This way, when I am old, I will not be like my grandfather, forgetting his story, forgetting even where we came from. My son, because of my diary, will understand what interesting experiences his father once had. "
"But I don't have too much thick bast paper and ink, I have to write sparingly. Hmm, write a little smaller, a little smaller."
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