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Chapter 181 Under the Ancient Myth

Chapter 181 Ancient Myths (Part 2)

The old miner didn't pay attention to these piled-up wreckage. They can make most people feel fear and fear, but they can't stop the miners from eagerly pursuing the unknown.

But it is undeniable that when the old miner faced this mysterious cave, he felt an unprecedented feeling in his heart, as if he was invisibly attracted by the song of the banshee, and he walked in with great piety, without even wanting to think about it.

What kind of hardships will you encounter next?

He seemed to see his whole life in the bright yellow and warm light of the torch.

He was born in Anhelita. From his youth, he had a strong sense of curiosity. He wanted to know what kind of treasures were buried in the high mountains, where the sweet spring water flowing down from the mountains came from, and where.

Where to find gold, silver and rare gems that make the world drool.

Initially, he would stare at the precious treasures inlaid on the portraits and relics of saints for a long time in the temple not far from his home. He sincerely hoped that they would open their mouths to him and tell him about them.

Mysterious origin.

People around him had said that they came from a mysterious country, but he was curious as to why there were no such rare treasures in his area.

The mountains here are obviously majestic and indestructible, and there is absolutely no reason for this.

More often, he always imagined that he had brought back a lot of shining gems from the mountain.

In order to turn his fantasy into reality, he crawled around among countless caves and countless rocks, searching tirelessly day after day with a sense of joy and longing.

Finally one day, he met a traveler——

The man told him that he must become a miner so that his curiosity could be satisfied.

Unfortunately, there are no mines in Anhelita.

The traveler said, just keep walking down the river, and you will reach Saint Parates in about twenty days. When you get there, you only need to tell them that you want to be a miner.

He followed the traveler's advice and became a miner in Saint Parates.

When he walked up the high cliff, he saw piles of ores scattered among the green bushes and wooden sheds built on the piles of rocks. At this time, he was as happy as a magpie in the sky.

Everything goes as planned.

In a hut, he became a new miner.

The hut was dressed up as a small church, and all the miners gathered around him. The leading miner looked at him, kindly and kindly.

A priest appeared, and after mass, he recited a solemn prayer. He called on God to place the miners under divine protection, to help them out of danger in times of danger, and to protect the miners from the devil.

Violate and harm them, and grant them rich minerals.

Miner John had never prayed so fervently, nor had he realized the sublime significance of saying mass so deeply.

He realized at that time that he and his future comrades were heroes who would overcome all dangers. They would possess both wonderful knowledge and a happiness that was difficult for ordinary people to understand.

In the midst of these rocks, in the arms of the Son of Nature, in the mysterious dark mines, he was ready to receive the gift from heaven and to bring it gratefully to the surface so that it could see the light of day again and dominate this world.

A hard and mediocre world.

After the ceremony, the lead miner gave John a mining lamp and a small, wooden crucifix statue, and led John down the shaft, a steep passage leading to the underground labyrinth.

The leading miner was very patient and taught John many things.

When Old John thought about it, it seemed that this scene was still vivid in his mind.

He still remembered how happy he felt at that time. The light in front of him shone like a lucky star, guiding him to the secret treasure house of nature.

It was fifty years ago on March 3rd, when spring was just emerging from the soil.

With an extremely pious mood, John saw for the first time in his life the young leaf-like metal king between the cracks in the rocks.

"Who is the Lord of the Earth?

Who probes her depths?

Forgot in her arms,

Every sorrow and sorrow.

Who knows her rock formations,

What is the secret structure?

Tirelessly exploring,

The secrets of her workshop.

He has a close relationship with her,

I have a deep affection for her,

lit by her fire,

As if she were the bride.

Intoxicated with new love,

He looked at her every day,

Regardless of hard work and hardship,

Keep running for her.

magnificent history,

An era long gone,

She is so familiar,

Narrate it for him.

The sacred wind of ancient times,

Gently brushing his face,

an eternal light,

Light up the abyss of night.

He is on every road,

A glimpse into a familiar country,

She also greeted happily

A couple digging with pickaxes.

The stream followed him up the mountain,

Want to lend a helping hand;

The palace of all treasures,

Open the door for him.

He gave countless gold,

Sent to the palace,

And with precious diamonds,

Decorate the majestic crown.

Although he also asked the king,

Stretch out your lucky hand,

But he has no extravagant hopes,

Always poor and content.

The world is for financial gain,

Killing each other under the mountain;

But he will always be in the mountains,

Happy Lord of the World."

John remembers that when he was a trainee miner, one ordinary morning, he dug a rich ore vein.

The Duke gave him a necklace with gold coins, engraved with his portrait, and asked me to take over the position of leading miner.

At that time, John and the old miner's daughter saw eye to eye, and the two quickly held their wedding in joy.

He gained the love of the Duke and the admiration of his wife because of the mine, but he also lost everything because of the mine.

No one expected that the mine vein would suddenly collapse, and what the old miner didn't expect was that his wife and child fell to the ground.

They can never wake up again.

The old miner looked at the gradually blurring torch in his hand, and a sentence seemed to echo in his ears.

A sentence that has been lingering in his desolate heart for more than ten years.

"Do you regret it?"

Do you regret it? Do you regret it?

Exploring the metal kingdom was his lifelong ideal. He was not doing it for fame, let alone wealth and gain, but he really became famous because of it, and even gained a lot of wealth, and also gained the admiration of his favorite girl.

But he never thought that the mine he regarded as a treasure would bury his lover and children...

What is incomprehensible to outsiders is that after his lover and child passed away, he still went on an unknown journey without hesitation, searching for mineral deposits and exploring all rare treasures in the hinterland of unfamiliar mountains.

His heart never wavered.

"I don't regret it."

He hummed a sad song.

"His palace is ancient and wondrous,

It is slowly sinking from the deep sea,

Standing tall from ancient times to the present,

Stop people from escaping to heaven.

a secret bond from the heart

Soldiers firmly connected to the empire,

The clouds are like banners of victory,

Slowly descending from the cliff.

The population is prosperous and the clan is huge,

Guarding the imprisoned palace city,

Everyone is willing to be a loyal slave,

They all praised their master in unison.

It’s all thanks to him that people feel happy,

Not aware of the limitations;

Intoxicated with your own illusory wishes,

No one knows the misery of fate."

(End of chapter)


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