Fang Yu grabbed the former's collar and pulled him back, "Look clearly, that's not a ghost!"
"Why isn't it, huh?" In fact, Xiaoyao was not so afraid of ghosts in a fantasy world. In Gula Port, the Silver Weislan's residence, he had also seen the priests' exorcism rituals.
That was not the trick of the magical trick on Earth. The crowd surrounded the inner three layers and the outer three layers. Milera's priests were wearing dark blue holy robes - those were actually judges. The priest held silver holy talismans and pressed them on the chest of the evil person with a silver talisman. Blue smoke came out like Luo iron. The next moment, the evil spirit actually emerged from under the skin, and the man's blue veins burst out and screamed loudly.
That scene is not thousands of times more terrifying than it is now?
It’s just that here is gloomy and quiet, and everything is quiet. When people are here, they can’t help but feel chills and can’t help it.
But after looking closely, the girl was indeed not a ghost as Fang Zhu said.
She just stood there, with a rhombus hexahedron floating above her head, casting a dark blue light downwards. The girl was in the light, and her body was almost translucent, looking like a ghost.
"Projector?" Xiaoyao asked with embarrassment, "Isn't she here?" He asked the big guy.
Iron is silent.
"I'm sorry," the girl said a little apologized, "I don't want to meet you in this way, but I really can't show myself to others in my true form. I've been here for too long, and I've almost forgotten the situation outside and the way to deal with people... Are you from the ground?"
Fang Yu nodded. He looked at the other person, and could not see the color of the other person's hair and pupil color in a fluorescent blue light. The other person might be an imperialist, but at least it also comes from places he is not familiar with, and it is somewhat different from the imperialist people he has seen.
"Who are you?"
"My name is Aona, Aona Lesvena, Pepe should have told you my name. I and others moved into this underground a long time ago. The blue sky in my memory, the birds in the forest, the golden trees in autumn, the gurgling rivers, and the silver swimming fish in the water have all become a thing of the past. We have lived here, and no grass or tree here has been named, the Hall of Giants, the Gray White Field, and some names are from the outside world."
A trace of excitement flashed through Fang Ling's heart, and a lot of information was revealed in the girl's words, "She and others" - that is, the other party may even be the first generation who moved into this underground world. She has the memory of the world on the ground, which also confirms this from the side.
He forced himself to calm down because it was an enemy or a friend, and the other party had not expressed his attitude yet. Fang Yu listened silently, without interrupting, and just waited for the girl to continue to say his purpose.
It seems that he hasn't dealt with anyone for a long time, Aona seems a little chatty, "I'm sorry, I'm taking the liberty to invite you to come here. First, because I'm a little curious, I saw you enter that temple; second, I haven't come here for a long time, so I don't want to give up this opportunity. I want to ask you about what changes have happened in the outside world over the years?"
This sentence seemed to confirm that the other party had been going through a long time underground. Even Luo Hao whispered to Luo Yu, muttering something to him in a low voice, and looked at the girl in front of him with suspicious eyes.
But is there really a mortal who can live such a long time? Fang Yu suddenly thought of the other party's words, "It is not convenient to show his true body to others." Then he looked at the projector in front of him and felt something for a moment.
However, that idea shocked him. Could the alchemists on the sixth technical route be able to use technology to preserve their souls or their thoughts? These two types are a bit too shocking.
As mentioned earlier, even today, the exploration of the soul by magic skills has only ended in shallow areas.
Of course, there are exceptions like Miss Tata, but he still doesn't know what changes the scholars of the Silver Tower have made on the Fairy Dragon Soul, and Miss Tata can't remember his origin.
But of course he could not tell the shock in his heart straightforwardly, suppressed his curiosity, and asked: "Why are we, the imperial people have been here for many years, right?"
"The people above are liars, descendants of bad species, and Pepe can't trust them." Before Aona could answer, the gangster beside her chattered.
Aona frowned and looked at the big guy beside her and said, "Mr. Ota, I said you should not teach Pepe these things. It has nothing to do with people and things in the past. Besides..., it is also too ugly to scold."
The iron seemed to move slightly, and the orange light on his head flashed.
When Xiaoyao saw this scene, he couldn't help but poke Shui Wuming aside with his hand, and both of them had shocked colors.
Aona then turned around and faced the others, "You have seen that Ota cannot trust the Empire, and I cannot trust them, and Mr. Alphons cannot trust them. They have deceived us once, and I do not believe anything they say, but I see that you are not with them, and they seem to have celebrated some holidays with the Empire. As outsiders, I want to hear your views on the outside world."
"Wait, Alphonse... means?" Fang Yu finally noticed the name mentioned by the other party.
"It is the Elemental Monarch, you should have seen it outside. If it had not protected us here, we would not have been able to stop here and build a city."
Fang Yu was shocked. It turned out that the alchemists had reached an agreement with an elemental tyrant, so what happened in that era? How could that elemental tyrant hate the imperial people so much?
"Ms. Aona has a grudge against the Empire?"
"Let's make a deal," the girl smiled, "Tell me what's going on in the outside world, I'll tell you the story."
Fang Yu pondered for a moment, feeling that there was nothing wrong with this. He looked at the others again, and the others nodded silently to him. "Okay, then," Fang Yu replied, "Ms. Aona, what do you want to hear?"
"No hurry, this one..."
"My name is Ed."
"Mr. Ed," Aona blinked and looked at him curiously, "Your name is Ed, is Ed from that great alchemist?"
Here comes.
Fang Zhu scratched his head straight, so embarrassed that he wanted to use his feet to cut out two bedrooms and one living room on the ground. Especially when he thought that the girl might have come from that old era, there might be students of the great alchemist Ed among the people she came into contact with.
People like Hayn-Fam.
Fortunately, the girl did not find the root of the matter, but just glanced at him with a very interesting look, "But most people who can remember the sages are not bad-hearted. Mr. Ed, can you tell me the story of the Horns family?"
Horns family?
"The Horns family, that is the Elkins dynasty," Fang Zhu was still searching for memories. Jita had already whispered, "That was the family that established the Northern Empire. It was later changed several times before it had its name today, Brother Ed."
"Oh, so the descendants of that person really established a new empire, which was called the Northern Empire, right?" Aona asked softly as he looked at the people.
Fang Zhu nodded.
"If Ms. Aona wants to ask about the Northern Empire, yes, it continues to this day and still rule this country."
He gently patted Jita on the shoulder, gave the latter an encouraging look and asked her to go forward. "Jita is a scholar in our group. If Ms. Aona wants to hear what happened after that, you might as well ask her."
"Okay," Aona's eyes turned to the short Jita, "Miss Jita, can you tell me the story after that? I'm interested in everything after the Elkins dynasty you mentioned."
Jita nodded. It was a long story and it took a while to tell it. But no one in the group was more suitable for this task than her, and this was the request of the group leader, and she had no choice.
She sorted out her thoughts and started with the demise of the dynasty. That was nothing new. The twilight of the kingdom was also repeatedly staged in another world, turmoil, hunger, riots, a decadent, and a crumbling world.
But the fierce vultures from the north do not represent the justice side. Behind it is nothing more than the old-fashioned story of aristocratic struggle and annexation of each other. After conspiracy, blood, fire and destruction, a new empire was established on the ruins.
It has experienced decline, recuperation, development, change, and declined again. It has undergone several revivals and reforms, and has risen again just thirty years ago.
Today, the Oshu people are still the people of the most powerful country in Aitalia.
Aona was so sensible that she realized after a while. She asked several names during Jita's narration, but those names were too old. Not to mention Fang Zhu, even Jita had never heard of them.
And in the second half of the story, the girl did not interrupt her anymore, just listened quietly until the end of everything.
"The empire has changed," she said quietly, "it's hard to say whether his wish has come true. Has he betrayed almost every one of us and reached the world he wants to reach?"
"Miss Aona?" Jita raised her head and looked at her with some surprise.
"Nothing," Aona smiled reluctantly and shook her head, "You have finished telling your story. Now it's my turn to tell the story. That story is actually quite ordinary, all of which are old-fashioned plots."
Everyone present looked at each other without saying a word. The scene was a bit weird. The girl in front of her seemed to have lived seven centuries ago. Everything she knew was about the memories of that era.
Although we know that the other party is not a ghost, people still feel a little strange in their hearts.
However, Aona seemed to notice the thoughts of everyone and said, "But this is not the best place to tell stories. After listening to such a good story, it seems that it is not a way to stay in such a place. Please follow me and I will take you to a place."
"Ah?" The Paparal lamented when he heard this, rubbed his feet and said, "Want to leave again?"
Their tribe is shorter than humans, and they have to take several steps if others take one step. Maye is tough, but he can't do it, so he sits on the ground and complains.
However, Fang Zhu was not used to him. At his signal, Luo Hao picked up the Paparal man as if he was carrying a bag of flour. Parker was so angry that he shouted, "Let me down, fat man!"
"Are you sure?"
"Let it go gently."
Luo Hao glanced at this guy, too lazy to pay attention to him.
Fortunately, the place Aona said was not far away. Bypassing a few tall pillars, a gray cave appeared in front of him. Fang Zhu found that the cave was located on a sloped cliff with hidden means on it. If the imperial people were not sent by magicians to investigate inch by inch by inch, it would be almost difficult to find this place.
But this place is so far from the underground city that even the imperial people were not crazy enough to make the magician use magic to search this vast underground world inch by inch. In fact, it is impossible.
No wonder the Aoshu people have gained nothing for so many years, and the once alchemists must have more than just managed such a secret place, and the cunning rabbit still has three caves.
The moment he walked into the cave, Fang Yu couldn't help but be shocked.
Outside is a dark underground world, but there are soft lights in the cave. The light comes from above. There is not a rough rock top, but an artificially carved ceiling.
The entire cave is a very exquisitely built hall, and it is not necessary to say that it is a fully equipped residence. There are tall bookshelfs around it, extending from the ground to the ceiling.
The bookshelf is filled with all kinds of books and documents, thick rolls of paper stuffed with boxes one after another, and rows of towering bookshelves form the walls on all sides of the hall.
There is a fireplace in the center of the bookshelf.
However, what made Fang Yu's heart pound, he saw the tower magic furnace in front of the fireplace at a glance.
Almost exactly the same as the one I've seen at the Imperial Workshop, but here is obviously much more complete, the one I found was full of rust, and this one was placed on a huge workbench before the fireplace, which seemed to have been maintained and almost intact.
There was even a layer of oil on the brass shell.
There is also a desk in the hall, which comes from the vegetation from the ground world. It is planted in a flower pot on one side of the desk, and the monotonous underground world is dotted with bright green under the light.
On the other side of the desk is a fish tank with a few silverfish inside, and the water tank is glowing. Small objects on the table, hammocks on one side of the house, spacious and comfortable sofas, curved handrails hovering up the stairs. Everything here seems to show the life taste of the owners here.
Fang Yu couldn't help but look aside. Aona under the projector was like a phantom and could not touch everything in this world. Even the cane that had just been lifted up and fell on the side was done by Pepe.
But the girl didn't care. She walked over and sat on the sofa lightly, then signaled to others to sit down.
Fang Rong was a little absent-minded. His mind was full of the magic furnace, and the documents piled in wooden boxes, and the most important and precious documents left by the alchemists of the sixth technical route.
It is also the purpose of his trip.
Others also more or less noticed the difference here, especially Luo Wei and Shui Wuming, who naturally would not disregard the huge workbench and the tools of the various alchemists on it.
Although hundreds of years have passed, many of the alchemy tools invented in the Middle and Modern times are still in use today. Some have changed their shapes, but it can be seen what they were originally.
This is undoubtedly the treasure they are looking for.
But unfortunately, the treasure seems to have a master.
Everyone couldn't help but look at each other. It would be fine if they represented the empire. The empires would not care whether there was a master or no master here. Everything belonged to the empire on the land of the empire.
As for if it is not on the empire land, it depends on the situation.
"Everyone, the story I want to tell is almost the same era as Miss Jita told," but Aona seemed to have not noticed the expressions of the people and told him in a leisurely manner. "There were a few young people at that time, the first one was called Gerdham, an outstanding craftsman, the second one was a scholar from the Tower of Silver, Helinwell, a student of the famous alchemist Haine, and the third one was a strange genius, his name was Friston."
"Friston?" Fang Yu said unexpectedly.
Aona was interrupted, but she was not angry, but looked at him, "What's wrong with Mr. Ed?"
The president of the Craftsman Association also happened to be Friston, but this is nothing. It is common for the imperial people to have the same name, but he was a little surprised when he suddenly heard this name. "What is this Friston's surname?"
"His name is Eisen Glen, and he is a descendant of a small family on the border of the empire."
"The people from the Golden Goat family?"
"What," Aona asked curiously, "has this family become famous later?"
"Yes, the Eisenglin family later became one of the seven magician families," Fang Zhuge nodded and replied, "Ms. Aona wants to hear the story about them?"
"No need, I can probably guess what happened."
However, it should be just the same name. The president was born in an imperial aristocratic family, but he definitely did not come from the Eisenglin family.
Fang Zhu said: "Ms. Aona, please continue to say it."
"The fourth one, also comes from the descendant of the Magic Family, is a warlock from the Draka family. He is cold and has a bad relationship with everyone, but he has extensive knowledge and is the most reliable mind in the team. The fifth one is a noble young man named Helnam..."
"Ah," Hearing this, the scholar's lady couldn't help but lose her voice. Everyone's eyes turned to her, and Jita quickly waved her hand with a red face, "I'm nothing, I just heard a familiar name in history."
Aona smiled pursed her lips and didn't care.
Ji Tacai quietly entered the text in the team channel:
"The Sword of the Empire, Helnam Joyce, is the most famous swordsman in the history of the Empire. He was also an amazing task in that era. He was the second son of Duke Joyce, who served as the prime minister of the Empire at the end of the Elkins dynasty."
Fang Yu couldn't help but feel respect when he saw this line of text. Suddenly, he realized that the value of the names Aona mentioned could be as inferior to such a great man, the duke and the son of the prime minister?
He suddenly became curious about every name in it.
One of the three craftsmen was a student of Hayn Fanmu. He also knew too much about this name and developed a certain degree of immunity. Otherwise, this identity alone would not be inferior to that son of the duke, the Imperial Sword Saint in history.
A prophet from the Golden Goat family, a snake-eyed warlock, who else?
He looked at Aona.
The girl happened to say the last one, "The sixth person and the last person. His name is for me to keep it a secret. It's not that I want to drop the book bag, but that I really don't want to mention his name at this time. In short, his background and knowledge are not much different from those above, and they are even more visionary, lofty ambitions... and ambitions..."
She paused for a moment.
"This story begins with the life experiences of these young people."
Chapter completed!