"Your Excellency Astrologer, are you... in tears?" Although Elliot was a well-educated knight, he didn't seem to understand that asking such a question at this time would seem a bit inappropriate.
Jonah turned his face sideways and hid his tears in the bright shadow of the brazier, "No, Eli, I'm fine. What happened next? Did Sibi find his father? How did they get to Cherry Crossing?"
"This story is very long. We will try to make it as short as possible to ensure your sleep time." Rose Knight nodded.
Pamela never found her father. She searched everywhere for the whereabouts of the tall swordsman with gray hair and a wide-brimmed hat. But at that time, there was no war in the western continent, and there were tens of millions of people walking on the road. Who would pay attention?
What about the appearance of a passing visitor?
She was determined to abandon her own name, the name given by her father. Pamela changed her name to Sibi, which means "revenge" in the Bazelar mountain dialect. She traveled across the country. In order to reduce trouble, she had to use a thick
The cloak wrapped her tightly inside, revealing only the green eyes that were exactly the same as her mother's.
Carrying a bow and arrows on her back, she entered St. Bolen, passed by the Red Stone Castle, followed the main road to the north, and finally passed through the entire Zawi Empire and reached the border of the Ebenezer Republic.
The Ebenezer Republic was famous in the Western Continent for its xenophobic foreign policy. That year, a new consul took office, and the new leader's first order was to close all the passes and shut out the merchants and spies.
Xibi's itinerary made a U-turn here, traveling through the Zawi Empire, St. Bolen, and back to Bazelal. Two years had passed. She was confused by the news, whether true or false, and her fighting spirit generated by anger was also gone.
has gradually worn away.
She wandered aimlessly westward along the road, and unknowingly, she took the same path that her father and mother had taken to escape from Bluegrass Manor. One night, she stayed in a hotel and learned this from the owner of the hotel.
News: 20 miles ahead, there is an abandoned castle, which is the site of the Dewey Bluegrass Manor that was destroyed by the Inquisition 19 years ago. According to folklore, the ghost of the owner of the manor, Baron Avril Sutherland, has always been there.
Wandering in the castle, if you walk into the castle in the middle of the night, if you are lucky, you can hear the eerie whisper of Baron Javeriel in the study on the top floor.
"Yes, Miss." The hotel owner put down the rag and wine glass in his hand and winked: "Now it is a famous tourist attraction. Countless young people who want to prove their courage come by car from all over the kingdom and sleep in the castle.
One night is the most fashionable experience to test your courage. Miss, if you are interested, I can arrange a carriage and guide for you. We will set off tomorrow afternoon, just in time to have dinner in the castle."
Xibi was struck by lightning and stood there stunned, unable to say a word for a long time.
Early the next morning, she left the hotel and walked to Bluegrass Manor alone. At noon, after passing a dilapidated fence gate, Sibi stopped and picked up the decayed wooden sign from the soil, which was engraved with "Dewey Bluegrass:
The advertising slogan "Bazeral's Best Tobacco".
The vast tobacco and spice fields in the manor have been abandoned, and even the roads are overgrown with weeds. Nineteen years ago, His Majesty the Duke of Dewey, now the King, ordered the complete abandonment of this fertile field and strictly prohibited freemen and other manor owners from cultivating the land here.
.
Xibi was walking on a familiar yet unfamiliar land. Her mother once told her about every plant and tree in the manor. Are these desolate pastures the golden tobacco fields full of life in her mother's eyes? There should be a small village next to the river.
Isn't it a small mill? There is only one stone mill leaning in the river, and the flowing water has carved deep carvings on the rocks.
The moment she saw the castle, Xibi had already lost the ability to think. She could not reconcile the gray-black castle in front of her with the collapsed spire and empty doors and windows with her mother's words, let alone the place in front of the castle.
The empty field covered with thorns once hosted harvest celebrations for so many years. The dry fountain was once filled with fine wine made from honey. Those crumbling stone benches were once filled with farmers happily lighting up their pots. The golden
Smoke fills the sky.
She walked into the castle with mechanical steps like a steam puppet. The hall was covered with cobwebs, and a few sleeping bags were scattered in the dust. They were left by the last group of tourists who left in a hurry. Judging from the dust on the stairs,
, these cowards who came together to test their courage simply did not have the courage to climb to the second floor.
Sibi walked up the stairs to the top floor, pushed open the creaking wooden door, and walked into his grandfather's study. The wool carpet had been chewed into pieces by mice, and there was an open book on the dusty desk with its pages.
Holding a pair of magnifying glasses, it was obvious that the owner did not stop reading until the moment he left. Sibi slowly walked over and found large areas of blood on the table and pages that had turned into black.
"Grandpa...if you are here, can you come out and talk to me? I don't know what to do." Xibi murmured, tiredly sitting in the armchair and lying on the desk.
In the middle of the gray wall, there is a square blank space with a slightly lighter color. Sibi knows that it was once the place where the family coat of arms was hung, the coat of arms of the Sutherland family, the seal of the royal family. Whether he likes it or not, the blood flows in his veins.
With the same blood as the king.
Xibi suddenly felt so tired that she didn't want to move a little finger. This dilapidated castle, the deserted attic, and the gloomy study actually gave her a sense of security that she had never experienced in two years. She didn't want to think about anything.
, just lying on the desk and falling into a deep sleep.
Opening her eyes again, Xibi saw the sunshine of the next morning. She stood up with a stiff body and looked around with disappointment. The ghost of her grandfather did not appear. The rumors were just stupid rumors. Just rumors.
Sibi finally found the tombs of Baron and Baroness Javillier behind the castle. The crescent-shaped symbol representing Sheela, the god of writing and painting, was inserted on the simple tomb. A limestone slab was embedded on the tomb to serve as a tombstone. Above it
Scrawled on the tip of the sword: Javeriel (and his wife), no longer bear the honor of the name, but in the name of the king forgive their sins. - Inquisition of the King's Court, Kirach, Knight of the Silver Shield.
There is a line in the soil below the stone slab: It turns out that this is not your fault. I forgive you, and I am willing to take back those words. I hope you are happy.
The handwriting looked blurry as if it were drawn with a wooden stick, but in any case, it could not have been written 19 years ago. Xibi exclaimed: "Grandpa!" She looked around hurriedly, and the Blue Grass Manor in the early morning was as quiet as a
The huge coffin, grandfather, or grandfather's ghost still didn't appear.
In the end, Xibi did not find Javelil's ghost and left the Bluegrass Manor with regret. However, her grandfather's words caused huge waves in her heart. She began to think about whether her father had his own difficulties, and about her mother and grandfather. Then, she thought about her future. She finally made the decision not to follow in her father's footsteps and bury her hatred deeply in her heart. Then, she joined a mercenary group and soon became the youngest chief archer of the mercenary group. Hand, at the age of 19, and as a female.
Just like Xibi's mother once lamented, the days passed too fast. In the blink of an eye, seven or eight years passed, and Xibi suddenly discovered that the shadow of her father, who had slowly faded away, actually appeared in her nightmares every night. This It was because she realized that her appearance had not aged at all, as if time had stopped flowing since the year her mother died. In the mirror, the 25-year-old Xibi was no different from the 17-year-old Xibi.
She understood in an instant. Not only did the blood of the Sutherland royal family remain in her veins, but half of it was the blood of the cold northern elves. Before this, she had never realized that she was a half-elf. After all, the northern elves It has only been a few decades since it came into the sight of people in the Western Continent. The tragic product of deformed love like a half-elf has never appeared in Bazelal or even in the history of the entire Western Continent.
She didn't know how long her life would be. She didn't know if her blood would fluoresce. What she knew was that because of the curse given by her father, whom she deeply hated, she had to leave the mercenary she loved deeply. The group went wandering to a strange place.
Xibi couldn't give an explanation and left without saying goodbye to her mercenary group partners. Since then, she has been active on battlefields in Bazeral, large and small, and enjoys using the archery skills taught by her father to harvest the lives of enemies. Every three or four years, she would change to a mercenary group and start over again, until Emperor Yelizawetan of the Zavi Empire came to the throne and sent his cavalry to spread war and death throughout the entire Western Continent.
"Wait a minute..." Jonah stretched out his hand to signal the Rose Knight to pause. He rubbed his brow, "When the story begins, it was 2665, right?"
"That's the year Xibi was born. This year is 2305, so Xibi is... forty years old this year?" Yona opened his mouth wide.
Elliot nodded and said seriously: "That's right, but Lord Jonah, please don't mention Miss Sibi's age in front of anyone, otherwise... the consequences will be disastrous."
Jonah nodded vigorously: "I understand, I understand."
"Based on the lifespan of an elf, Miss Sibi is still a girl who has not yet accepted the adult ceremony." Rose Knight thought for a while and added.
Jonah tried to recall all the passages about northern elves in the "Geographic Survey of the Western Continent", but did not find any description of half-elves in it, "Ellie, in the words of half-elves..."
Elliot showed a sad look and shook his head: "Half-elves are a race that is not blessed. There is no data to show how long their lifespan is. Moreover, Miss Sibi also has the blood of the Sutherland family. Whether or when the curse will happen, no one knows."