The moonlight in the desert is very bright, which makes the hotel room shrouded in a clear light.

Fang Yu dropped his quill absent-mindedly and inserted it into the ink bottle.

He raised his head, lowered his head, sighed - he closed his diary with his hands, stood it up, and inserted it into a pile of books. Some of the large books with thick covers were written with golden lines on their spines, such as "The Ethereum", "Istani Geography", and "Numerlin Alchemy Examination".

Fang Yu looked at the moonlight outside the window, his mind was filled with thoughts, and some thoughts about the daytime could not stop floating in his heart.

He retreated back, slid open the chair, and reached out to open the drawer. In the drawer was a stack of parchment paper like dead leaves, with curved symbols on it, as if the moonlight was reflecting fluorescence.

He glanced at it and silently closed the drawer. Those handwritten texts were the long scrolls of Yuanhai, and the birth year of the scholars who copied them was even far earlier than their time, so the handwritten text itself was considered a cultural relic.

He shouldn't have brought these things with him.

But by some means, Fang Yu himself didn't know what kind of mentality it was. When he said goodbye from the manor, he asked the Great Princess to keep them.

The other party did not refuse.

Perhaps it was because they were investigated for the slave trade incident, and they were also key clues. Fang Yu himself thought so. The reason why he did this was perhaps because these documents had more or less connections with the Dragon Bible Cult. Maybe behind it was the wanderer—

But the next moment, he realized that these were just excuses.

He just wanted to leave these documents, as if there was a voice in the dark to let him do this. Once this thought arises, he can no longer stop it.

This made him feel more and more uneasy, wondering if he had made a decision not his original intention, like the last time the Dragon King Livgard was controlled by a mysterious force?

He hesitated for a while and finally made a decision. He reached out to explore the pocket of his shirt and took out a talisman from there. The talisman was about three fingers wide and similar in length. It was a silver crescent moon with an elf iris carved on it.

He took off the original Night Owl brooch from his left chest coat, changed into this amulet, and calmed down for a moment. He felt as if he had found some psychological comfort, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

This amulet, called "The Wall of Anlosser", was given to him by the owner of Nevad. In fact, he had met the wearing requirements after the battle of Varik. It was just because he was reluctant to give up the calculation power bonus of the Night Owl Talisman, so he never changed it.

This amulet is actually a level 38 elves, which can prevent mental attacks below level 45. It may be a little worse to resist the spiritual induction of the Dragon King Livgard, but it should be enough to block the invisible spiritual impact of a homeless object.

At least that's what he thought.

Unfortunately, things went against my wishes.

But after Fang Yu brought the brooch, he found that this was useless. He still could not stop the thoughts coming in his heart. As soon as he closed his eyes, the words on the long scroll of the sea that he had seen in the daytime came to his mind.

Even those curved and unfamiliar words made him feel a strong and persistent thought - he had really seen those words.

But Fang Zhu immediately came to his senses.

It's impossible for me to see these things.

His eyes trembled under his nose, as if he had seen something strange.

The next moment, Fang Yu opened his eyes uneasy again and lowered his head, but found that he had opened the drawer again at some point.

And in the drawer, the papers were still lying quietly in that place, not moving at all.

Fang Yu was so scared that he quickly closed the drawer with a "slap".

He raised his head in a cold sweat and looked out the window. From the direction of the hotel, he could see the street facing the river outside, and the moonlight shone the river surface brightly.

A girl walked over with a water tank from a distance and stopped by the river. She bent down, put the mat on the shore first, then rolled up her skirt and stepped barefoot into the river.

The other party put down the jar in his hand and started filling water.

Seeing this scene, Fang Yu seemed to have come back to his senses from the illusion in his heart. He supported his hands on the table, took a breath, and finally couldn't help but shout:

"Miss Tata."

"Mr. Knight?"

“Papa.”

Tata's quiet voice answered silly with Nini's breasts, and it rang at the same time.

The fairy lady's voice did have a power to calm people's hearts, allowing Fang Yu to calm down a little. He leaned against the chair and supported the table with his hands. After a while, he asked:

"Miss Tata, did you feel anything just now?"

Tata emerged from him, slapped the fairy's wings slightly, and his emerald green eyes with light shining under his eyes, he was looking at him and replied:

"Your heart is very messed up, Mr. Knight."

"I know," Fang Yu retracted one of his hands and pressed his forehead, asking weakly: "Have you heard any sounds before, like... like Livgard at that time?"

Tata shook his head slowly:

"No, Mr. Knight. But I just feel that you seem to be anxious, and the anxiety in your heart comes from your own thoughts."

"What I think..." Fang Yu shook his head: "Can you feel what I'm thinking, Miss Tata?"

Tata thought for a while before answering: "You are in a mess, as if you are looking for a piece of memory and comparing it with it. You want to figure out where you have read these words."

This is exactly what Fang Yu was thinking at this moment.

But the fairy lady's words did not make him clear his mind, but instead became even more chaotic.

He replied anxiously:

"But the problem is that I have never seen these words, but I can't stop having this idea in my heart. Since I left Princess Rupert's manor, this idea has never stopped until now."

"Maybe you should look at it." Tata replied.

"face?"

"Because it has proved that escaping is meaningless."

After saying this, Tata closed his mouth and said nothing more.

Because Fang Rong's thoughts were also the thoughts in her heart, the ineffective comfort was just a mess out of nothing.

Sure enough, her attitude made Fang Yu calmer a little, and he asked again after calming down:

"So Miss Tata, do you understand the long scroll of the sea?"

The fairy lady nodded.

Fang Yu couldn't help but look at her unexpectedly: "Miss Tata, do you really understand?"

Tata spoke again, his voice very quiet, as if he was just narrating a piece of history:

"These ancient characters come from an ancient era. I know some people have studied them, but not many stone slabs were excavated from under the sea of ​​the sea, and people know about the long scrolls of the sea of ​​the sea intermittently."

"slate?"

"The long scroll of the Yuanhai is recorded on the stone slab. The documents seen by Mr. Knight and later generations are all handwritten or rubbing texts."

Fang Yu suddenly realized that except for the documents left by the elves of the Noumerlin era, all the documents of Yuanhai came from discoveries under the Yuanhai. Paper documents naturally cannot be preserved, and only stone slabs can be preserved.

While talking to the Goblin Miss, he found that he seemed less uneasy.

In addition, at this moment, Nini also showed up and pestered him to play with her.

Fang Rong tapped his little daughter, Fang Nini's forehead, with her hand, making the latter giggle. Listening to the simple laughter, his anxiety was slightly relieved.

He calmed down and turned around and asked Tata seriously:

"So Miss Tata, what... strange rumors are there about the researchers of the Long Sea Scroll?"

Tata thought for a moment and said, "Indeed, some of its researchers have become crazy."

The fairy lady obviously won’t comfort people. Fang Yu couldn’t help but swallowed with a gulp:

"Crazy?"

Fortunately, Miss Tata was still concerned about the mental health of her knight, and answered: "Don't worry, such examples are very rare. Most people cannot understand the meaning of these words, and the interpretation of slabs is superficial. However, some slabs have studied this deeply. They have a unique astrology that can interpret the contents on these slabs by comparing astrological signs.

But it is not all. The older the stone slab, the more unread it is. Moreover, it is the ancient and sacred secret of the lizards, and it has never been passed down. In addition, the Noumerlin elves have also interpreted some of the stone slabs and evolved into ancient alchemy."

Fang Yu heard this and was silent for a moment.

He has a good relationship with the Lizard Man. The master of the Tada Lizard Man is the guardian lineage of the stars, especially good at reading stone slabs.

It’s a pity that the other party is not here at this moment, so it’s useless to know this.

He asked again: "Are there no abnormalities in these words themselves?"

"It's just a very ordinary ancient text, Mr. Knight."

"Then are they really long scrolls of the sea?"

The fairy lady nodded slightly.

"I saw it before when I was in the Tower of Silver."

Fang Yuming has absolute trust in his fairy lady.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and thought for a while before slowly opening the drawer. Miss Tata said it was quite reasonable, and escaping was not a solution. He could not maintain this state forever.

Since it was not a mental attack, he wanted to see what these ancient characters were like.

Tata looked at this scene quietly without objection.

Fang Yu then took out the first page from the drawer - the most complete page of hand-written text of the long sea scroll - and he carefully held the dry parchment paper and turned his eyes on it.

It was a bit strange, and at first glance he felt that the moonlight seemed to be brighter.

At this time, the Istani girl outside the window had already finished the water by the river.

The other party put down his skirt and walked up from the river. He bent down again to pick up the mat by the river, put it on top of his head, then placed the clay pot on it, held the jar with one hand, and walked back in the direction of the moonlight.
To be continued...