"It is probably easier to resist a strong man who is drunk and go home than to send an old man home who is very drunk but does not fall down."
After Phil Fry helped Dongfang Buwen sit on a chair, he showed an embarrassed and helpless smile because of his boring thoughts.
"Our... future is... right above..." Dongfang Buwenzui pointed to the wooden stairs leading to the second floor with blurred eyes, "No... but he wakes up... If not, it depends on you.
…You’re out of luck.”
Phil Fry looked at the old man, pursed his lips, shook his head, and moved his gaze towards the stairs. For some reason, his heartbeat suddenly became faster, and a feeling of panic and uneasiness entangled him mercilessly.
"Finally, this moment has arrived. This moment that my father expected! This moment that my grandfather regretted!" Phil Fry murmured to himself, "The expectations of generations ago, for the historic moment of the family, are finally coming again.
It happened once.”
He stepped up the stairs slowly, taking steps carefully. Phil Fry was afraid that if he exerted even the slightest force, he would wake up from his dream.
"The recorder of the seventy-sixth generation. I am the recorder of the seventy-sixth generation. I am also the nineteenth recorder among these seventy-six generations who can see, follow, and serve the sage."
Looking forward to and fearing the arrival of this moment, when Phil Fry approached the door and heard the conversation inside, he couldn't help but stop. He obviously wanted to walk slower and once again thought clearly about the conversation when they first met.
, but why did we reach the distance separated by a wall so quickly? Since I received the news of the sage's arrival, I have imagined the scene of meeting for the first time countless times in my mind, but why am I still worried that I will perform poorly at this moment?
After taking a few deep breaths, I finally made up my mind, took a step forward and then took it back.
"How can you go to see the sage in such a mess?"
Phil Frye, who retracted his steps, looked at his wet and muddy shabby cloak, and secretly blamed himself in his heart.
He hurriedly pulled off his cloak and crumpled it into a ball. He looked around and saw that there was no place to put it. But he couldn't keep delaying his steps indoors because of such a trivial matter.
After taking a few more deep breaths and gritting his teeth, Fairfly threw his cloak by the wall and took a timid step.
The interior furnishings are very simple. There is a bed by the window and a small square table beside the bed. Opposite the bed is a large wooden box, probably used for storing clothes.
There was a copper plate on the ground, and a white cub that I seemed to have seen in my memory was munching on the pieces of meat piled on the plate. A cute-looking girl was sitting on the small square table next to the bed.
His feet swayed back and forth playfully.
On the bed, there was a thin-faced man sitting. Although he was chatting happily with the girl, his eyes revealed deep sadness.
The moment he stood in front of the door, the man and the girl stopped talking. Even the cub stopped eating, and six eyes were directed at him.
Taking two steps forward nervously, Phil Fry knelt down on one leg with a "thud" sound. But the moment his knee touched the floor, he began to hesitate - he should be acting as a guardian of the Holy Law.
Or should I report my name to the sage as a recorder?
"I..., I..., I am Phil Frye of the Riggard family, the guardian of the holy law and the recorder of the holy law!"
Phil Frye was not satisfied with his behavior of hesitating for a long time and then continuously announcing his family status. He even wanted to slap himself hard several times.
With his face flushed red, Phil Fry waited in a troubled mood. He never expected that the saint in front of him would use such words... He had imagined countless times but had never spoken to himself.
Start a conversation.
"Once in four hundred years." The man said in a gentle tone, "Xiaoyan told me that a sage comes to the world in blue once every four hundred years, right?"
Fairfly nodded hesitantly, unable to guess what the sage meant.
"Four hundred years ago, my planet must have been in the Renaissance period." The man continued, "The etiquette of kneeling down and worshiping may still be important in that era. But in my era, you are doing this to yourself by kneeling down.
An insult."
"This..., I..."
"Get up, if I am really as important as you think, then should you accommodate my willfulness from now on?"
What a strange man. The ancestors who served the sages in previous generations must have encountered similar situations. Phil Frye, who stood up, thought to himself.
"The Watcher of the Holy Law, the Recorder of the Holy Law." The man smiled encouragingly at him who stood up, "I don't even have a kindergarten level understanding of this world, you have to teach me slowly.
okay."
"No, no, how dare I teach sages." Phil Fry waved his hands repeatedly, extremely frightened, "Kindergarten? What is that?"
"Ah..., don't pay too much attention to this, it's just a place where young children gather for enlightenment." The man paused and continued, "If I guessed correctly, the number of watchers will probably not be very small, and the number of recorders
But there won’t be too many of them. If you don’t mind, why don’t you tell me about the recorder first.”
Phil Fry nodded stiffly, took two more steps forward, and stood upright. Just as he was about to speak, the man stopped him in a low voice.
"Wait...," the man patted the bedside and said, "You'd better sit down and talk. Otherwise, if you stand and I sit, the conversation will become very restricted."
It seems that at least the sage he will serve should be a kind person. Phil Fry thought that this kind of amiable weirdness should be easier for people to accept than the sage served by four or five ancestors.
His nervousness relaxed slightly. After hesitating for a moment, he finally carefully sat on the edge of the bed. Only then did he notice that the cute girl was blinking and staring at him with a curious and weird smile.
"Damn it! In a moment of nervousness, I actually revealed my identity that I shouldn't have revealed to someone other than a sage." Phil Frye secretly cursed his own stupidity in his heart.
"No need to worry." The man seemed to have read his thoughts, "Although Xiaoyan is a bit weird, he is not a bad boy."
"Recorder, do you think I won't know if you don't tell me?" Seeing that Phil Fry was still hesitant, the girl spoke first, "The Riggard family has the talent of being able to remember things once they see it. From the first generation of sage
Since then, the Regard family has begun to record the words and deeds of the sages from the moment they came to this world to the moment they disappeared. To put it simply, they are the historians of the sages of the past generations. To put it more complicatedly, most of the spells currently owned by the Magic Palace
It’s because of the records of the Riggard family. The Dragon Slaying Book stored in the secret room of the Magic Palace, the ‘House of Time’, is actually everything recorded by the recorder following the sage.”
"You, how do you know so well...?"
"What's so strange?" the girl tilted her little head, "You are the recorder and I am the guide. All the bad things about your family are clearly printed here." She pointed to her head with her finger.
He continued to sneer, "It is my responsibility to teach him. Even though he is not ashamed to ask questions of you, you should worry less."