On the way back that night, my mood continued to fluctuate with the stories that happened to Gotz.

In fact, asking Goetz this question was just a whim on my part.

Because I have been thinking about a problem.

Are there any descendants of those miners back then?

If such a group of miners landed on the island about forty or fifty years ago and worked hard to build such a huge business, how come there was not even a single heir?

I believe that there will always be one or two descendants who will get clues from the clues in the words of their fathers and return to this small town to inherit the wealth of their fathers.

This is a very reasonable thing.

First of all, what I am most curious about is Gotz’s identity.

Goetz, like Dolanco, the carpenter and one of the miner leaders back then, was responsible for the carpenter work in the town while walking in the mountains every day. This can no longer be described as a coincidence.

Even if he is not a descendant of Dolanco, he must have something similar to Dolanco, which is why these two people on opposite sides of the river of time have chosen almost the same lifestyle.

In fact, my second suspicion was the old rancher of Ore Town Ranch.

After this man moved away twenty years ago, there are no further clues about him, as if he never had a relative or friend in town.

This character makes me not think of Little Hooker, the skeptic, the die-hard who lived in seclusion on the plantation at the foot of the mountain.

But how did these two people escape from the "mysterious singing" incident that the protagonist of the monologue said was almost supernatural and terrifying and could not be avoided?

Wait a moment!

It was twenty years ago again...

The old rancher moved away twenty years ago, and Goetz's wife and daughter suffered a mountain disaster twenty years ago.

How many other things happened twenty years ago that they couldn't tell...

After thinking about it, I came to the ranch again, and it still had a quiet and peaceful atmosphere. The entire ranch, with its vast space, was sleeping in the grass, like a giant that would never wake up again.

When I got home, I saw two unexpected people waiting at the gate of the ranch.

One is a tall, muscular man with a full beard, wearing heavy clothes that are different from the previous ones. He looks like a standing upright bear.

The other wore a high-brimmed sheriff's hat, leather boots, and straps, holding a revolver tightly, like a proudly upright tree, with a dignified and steady aura.

Is this Goetz and Harris?

I didn't expect that these two people I met one after another today would actually appear at my doorstep together.

I hurriedly slowed down and hid where they didn't see me. I followed their blind spot, relying on the complex terrain outside the ranch as cover, and slowly approached.

Not long after, I heard the conversation between the two of them, and even vaguely discerned a hint of quarrel.

"Harris, do you think Marcus will agree to help me?"

It was Gotz who spoke, and his expression was very depressed, as if he was doing something he had to do unwillingly.

"It was you who found me. I have never approved of this from beginning to end."

Harris's voice was a little hoarse, as if he had spent a lot of time trying to convince Goetz earlier, and he seemed to start to cherish his words like gold.

"But this is our best chance." Goetz scratched his head and said a little annoyed, "This is our best chance to solve that problem. It is obviously impossible for us to succeed just by the two of us.

"

"But I don't approve of you dragging an innocent person into our trouble."

"Marcus will definitely agree. His archery skills are so good, he will definitely not sit idly by."

"That's just your wishful thinking. No one is born with the obligation to bear any responsibility, just like you and me. This path is our choice." Harris also had a little helplessness in his tone, as if the long-term pressure has had a negative impact on this person.

Stubborn people will inevitably cause some effects.

Goetz wanted to say something else, but Harris stopped him.

"No matter how much we discuss, it is better to ask him personally. Whether it is about his identity or his purpose, we need to talk to him face to face."

After hearing this, I confirmed that these two people were indeed here to find me, and they did not have any malicious intent, so I came out of the hiding place and greeted them.

"It's not convenient for you to tell me, what is the trouble you are talking about?"

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"Actually, we are here today because we have some questions to ask you."

When they arrived at the room, Goetz and Harris sat down and after some careful consideration, they finally said.

"Do you know the past of Ore Town?"

Goetz asked.

I really don't know how to answer this question.

To say that I know, I have no idea what happened in Ore Town in the past few decades, and I don't even know the neighbors in the town.

But to say that I don’t know, I should say that I have a very clear understanding of the ins and outs of the strange incident in the town decades ago.

"Your consciousness is history? Which history?"

"The history of Ore Town during its founding."

Gotz said honestly.

Seeing that I didn't know how to answer, Harris also joined our conversation and said.

"Don't worry about Marcus. The residents of this town are divided into many groups and come here for many reasons. We also respect each other's privacy and never inquire about these things."

"Due to special reasons, the two of us can only support each other until today. We cherish everyone who may be our companions."

"Yes, we just want to know if you have the same reason for settling as us." Goetz added.

I looked at these two anxious people and said helplessly.

"I do know some details about the history you are talking about. But you have to believe me, the reason why I came here is not what you think, it is just a complete coincidence."

I came here from Glittering City because my father disappeared, I lost my inheritance rights, and I was about to lose my freedom. That’s why I risked all my life to come to the “old world” that Glittering City calls, to gamble on my fate.

It's definitely not the same thing as my guess about their purpose of coming.

But I saw Goetz shake his head and said: "Before fate came, we thought all this was just a coincidence. But from a certain point in the past, the seeds of something unspeakable have been planted.

Waiting for countless hours to cultivate and bear fruit.”

"Sorry, I really don't know what I told you clearly. I only know that I have placed my destiny on this ranch, and I have no additional obligations for things other than the ranch."

Harris took off his hat, apologetically stopped Goetz from continuing to ask, and said: "I'm sorry, Marcus, we have no intention of disturbing your life. Originally, the owner of this ranch was a senior among us, so the two of us planned

Let me ask you, the successor, if you have the same fate as us."

"In that case, the two of us will leave first."

In fact, at this time, Goetz wanted to say something, but under Harris's stern gaze, he finally did not speak.

The two people retreated to the door of the room, turned around and left.

Soon there were no more unnecessary sounds in the room, only the chirping of insects in the vast space.

I settled the pony, checked the wooden fence, and lay down in the sleeping barn.

Only then did I slowly think about it.
Chapter completed!