"Grand Duchy Year 119, February 15."
This was the starting time of the first entry in the .
"This year is the year 151 of the Grand Duchy of Sapphire. In other words, this diary was written 32 years ago?" Liszt did some simple calculations.
The Grand Duchy of Sapphire did not have an official calendar, but it also did not use the calendar of the Steel Ridge Kingdom. The concept of history was not popular in other worlds. Generally speaking, people did not have any ideas about what happened in the past. They did not have the idea of using history as a guide.
Therefore, the Grand Duchy of Sapphire did not even have a national day.
The sea-going festival and the New Year's Day were the most important festivals. Sometimes, the founding anniversary celebration would be held during the sea-going festival, sometimes it would be arranged during the New Year's Day, and sometimes it would be casually celebrated on a day. This was carried out according to the wishes of the Sapphire Grand Duke. Liszt's analysis of this was that the concept of 'patriotism' had not been spread out.
The subtlety of the aristocratic system was reflected in the structure of Knight enfeoffment. The greatest connotation was – the subject of my subject is not my subject, the master of my lord is not my lord.
For example, Liszt's master was the Earl Of Coral Island, but not the Sapphire Grand Duke.
Therefore, as a subject of the Earl, he did not need to pay attention to the Sapphire Grand Duke. The Sapphire Family could not order him. For him, his real kingdom was the Coral Island, not the Grand Duchy of Sapphire. If he wanted to love someone, it was the Coral Island, not the Grand Duchy of Sapphire.
All aristocrats were lords. Even the king was just a slightly larger lord.
Naturally, it was impossible to form a broad sense of patriotism.
This was also why the sea-going festival was only commemorated by the aristocracy, while the commoners were simply unwilling to pay attention to it. In the Flower Town, the celebration of Liszt's birthday was definitely more important than the sea-going festival in the minds of the subjects – Sir Lord, who granted me land, is like a parent to me. Who is the Grand Duke? Can he be eaten? Steamed or braised?
Liszt's train of thought was interrupted.
Liszt continued to browse the diary.
"Qing, climb the trees and pick the fruits. Gather ten Human Skull Fruits, chop down three trees, dig the foundation, and prepare to build a house. Sorting out the knowledge that Grandpa taught me, the 'X' in Sunscript represents' I '. I am a descendant of the Sun, and my ancestors spoke Sunscript. "
This "X" represented a very distorted character.
It was very complicated and looked like a painting. It was like a little person with wings, holding some kind of object in his hand and dancing.
"Each word is like a painting. Which country's language is this? It's too strange. I can guarantee that if it's written in this language, you won't be able to learn five hundred words even if you're a hundred years old!" Liszt lamented. Of course, this was an exaggeration, but it was true that this so-called "Sun Script" was very complicated.
Following that, many pages of the diary were unimportant records of life — picking fruits, chopping wood, building houses, exchanging items with so-and-so, and seeing wild beasts.
But at the end of every diary entry, there would be a Sun Script.
I, Dad, Mom, Grandpa, Grandmother, Big, Rice, Earth, Sky, Earth, Horse, Flower, Ge, Ten, Picture, Up … There were some words that Philip specifically explained. For example, Rice referred to a certain kind of grain, Horse referred to a unicorn, and Flower referred to a sunflower. He had never seen them before, but he had heard from Grandpa that they were things that were common to his ancestors.
"Unicorn? Is there really such a legendary animal? "Liszt expressed his doubts.
He even expressed his doubts about these Sun Scripts. They were just drawings of little people. He didn't think that these drawings represented any kind of language — it could be that Philip's grandfather came up with them to fool his silly grandson.
A thick diary.
Almost all of it was about Philip's boring daily life on the Dodo Island, as well as the teaching of Sun Script.
Occasionally, he would recall his working life on the outer islands — he met the daughter of a noble, a very kind lady who taught them the language of commoners. Philip proudly said that he was the fastest learner and was valued by the noble lady. He even wanted to elope with her.
But unfortunately, in one of the entries in the diary, the noble lady's mother found out about him and wanted to kill him.
So Philip escaped the island with the help of the noble lady. He didn't say which island, saying that he didn't want to tarnish the noble lady's reputation.
Apart from these things.
The diary occasionally mentioned Philip's ancestors — mainly the stories his grandfather told him.
For example, the ancestors raised a group of magical dragons with two heads, the ancestors had shot down the sun in the sky, the ancestors drew extraordinary power from the well, the ancestors lived in cities that grew out of trees, the ancestors were friends with wolves, bears, eagles, and tigers, and the ancestors were immersed in music.
His grandfather called the ancestors — the Children of the Sun.
"So the question is, why did the Children of the Sun shoot down the sun? Patricide? "
The story was fragmentary and vague.
The main thing was that Philip wrote very briefly. He was worried that he didn't have enough ink and thick bast paper to write, so the more he wrote, the less he wrote. He even wrote once every few days — the thick bast paper was already half written. He probably understood that this diary could not record every little thing in his boring life.
"I can change the title to 'The Private Teaching Record of the Sun'." Liszt was about to close the diary. He didn't find any connection between the diary and the bottle that couldn't be opened.
He thought that he might as well smash the metal bottle.
See what was in it.
But just as he closed the book, because he closed it from the back to the front, the last page closed at the end, he suddenly found out from the corner of his eye that this page was not blank.
He flipped it open.
He discovered that it was another diary, or rather, an essay.
"My last words."
"Before my grandfather left, he told me that if one day a golden bottle was found on the sea, it would be a letter written to us by our ancestors. Our ancestors mastered a method of sending letters on the sea. The bottle filled with magic would follow the guidance of the bloodline and travel to and fro the sea. As long as the blood is smeared, the bottle can be opened and the letter can be taken out. "
"I don't believe it, but, my descendants, if one day you find it, remember to reply."
This was the "will" written by the descendants of Philip Taiyang to their descendants, so it was placed at the end of the diary. After reading it, Liszt couldn't stay calm.
The bottle that Philip was talking about must be the bottle that the fisherman picked up from the beach, which was now on his desk.
"Does this mean that the story of Philip and his grandfather is actually true, that they are really the exiled descendants of a noble family? Is the Sun language also true? "
He recalled the previous task.
It said "the bottle that can't be opened, the words that can't be read", and that he needed a book to guide him!
There was no doubt that it was this book.
Picking up the bottle, Liszt went straight out of the study.
"My lord, are you going out?"
"I'm going to the leathersmith's shop. Mr. Carter, you stay in the castle and let Jesse come with me. By the way, is Jesse back yet?" He remembered that Jesse had been sent to deliver the silver coins.
"Not yet, he should have gone to the town to watch a farce. You know, young people always like to join in on the fun."
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