"Battle of Byrne?"

When I heard this term.

Fang Yu quietly lowered his gaze, and couldn't help but look at the sleeves of his alchemist's coat. The cuffs there were frayed and had threads. There were two thin copper rings on top, inlaid with three dark copper rings.

gear.

The battle in Fenris was still fresh in his memory. The power of the spell seemed to have left burning marks there and seeped into the intertwined threads. Of course, he knew in his heart that this was what Sylvester had prepared for him.

I don’t know which coat it was, but it was no longer possible that it was the one that Fenris was wearing underground at that time.

But when he mentioned the Battle of Bain, he still subconsciously thought of that battle, which was the most difficult battle he had experienced in Aitaria.

The old man's voice brought him back to reality: "Yes, have you heard about the origin of that war?"

Fang Plover withdrew his eyes from his sleeves and replied seriously: "I've heard some, Mr. Alfan."

"I guess so," the old man raised his gray eyebrows. Every curved wrinkle seemed to contain inexhaustible wisdom, and his brown eyes were full of energetic spirit: "But you must not understand

More."

"Oh?" Fang Yu asked with some dissatisfaction: "What do you mean by knowing enough?"

"Look," the old man's eyes also curled up, "It's a good thing to be young and energetic. I also had such a period of time, but you should understand that knowledge is like all kinds of fragments, in the hands of different people. Even with farmers

Conversation can often be of great benefit.”

Fang Yu calmed down a little and asked in a humble tone: "So what kind of different story does Mr. Alfan plan to tell us?"

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly and gave him a very satisfied look. "It seems that you are different from other people." He said, but he stopped dwelling on this issue and talked about himself.

Come on.

"Since you already know something, I don't need to repeat the whole story. When an island rises from the abyss, it is filled with treasures from the Xinthas era. In addition to the most vulgar gold, silver and jewelry, agate and jade,

, the truly valuable ones are of course the countless cultural relics, hand scrolls, and ancient stone tablets, including the Yuanhai Scroll."

"You may not know, but that was the largest and most complete record of the Abyssal Scroll Stone Tablets in the past two centuries. Scholars from the Silver Tower even gave them a special name, called 'Nognis'

Stone tablets', guess who was the first to see those tablets, Corin-Ithurion, or the Oshur Empire?"

Fang Yu listened calmly, and his mind could not help but flow through the scenes that happened underground in Fenris. He replied very plainly: "I guess not, it is an independent adventure group."

The old man looked at him in surprise.

Then he laughed loudly, patted the armrest of the chair and said, "It seems you didn't lie. You really know a lot more than the average person. It was an independent adventure group, but not many people remember their names now.

- Is it called 'Dawn Star' or 'Dawn Star'? Hey, I'm getting old - but it should be generally correct. I have some confidence in my memory. By the way, they are also your holy choices.

By."

"But that's not important," the old man changed his topic, like an excellent storyteller, tightly grasping the center and suspense of the incident: "They were the first people to discover the island, and they were also the first people to land on it.

The people who went to that island did get the "Slates of Nognis" because there was an alchemist among them and he recognized the value of these tablets. He made rubbings of the tablets, and here they are, what you know today

The things I saw—"

But after he said this, he unexpectedly discovered that the center of everyone's attention did not seem to be on his 'story'. Except for the middle-aged craftsman, almost everyone turned back and looked at Fang Plover.

.

Fang Yu pressed his knees with his hands and looked at the old man intently, without showing any abnormality on his face. He tried his best to ask in a very normal tone: "Dawn Morning Star?"

The old man gave them a meaningful look, rubbed his chin with his hand, and replied slowly: "Maybe it's not quite right, it should be the 'Star of Dawn'."

"But I've also heard of that adventure group, but it doesn't seem to have that name."

"Then what's its name?" the old man asked.

Fang Yu thought for a moment and couldn't come up with an answer.

"You don't know," the old man looked at him with wise eyes: "Because this is an answer hidden in history, it is insignificant, so not many people know about it - many people remember it as the 'Body of God'

, and not anything else. This is normal, people are always forgetful."

But he smiled slightly: "But I can tell you this answer clearly. They were the first adventure group to land on the island that year, a team of Holy Chosen Ones who accidentally participated in this historical event.

Is it amazing?"

Fang Yu lowered his eyelids and replied slowly and with great restraint: "But Dawn Star - I seem to have heard this name somewhere."

The old man was noncommittal about this: "This is just a very common name. Whether it is 'Dawn Star' or 'Dawn Morning Star', it all means hope. This is a very popular name among mercenaries and adventure groups.

It’s not a surprise if you’ve seen the same name.”

"...Mr. Alfan, you mean that it was once disbanded."

The old man smiled very playfully and replied tactfully: "After experiencing something like that, of course it can't be unharmed. But we digress. This team is not the center of our attention. What do you think?"

Fang Plover nodded slowly.

Sylvide was looking back.

A hint of worry flashed through her water-blue eyes, and she quietly reached out her hand and held his wrist from behind.

But Fang Yu turned around and gave her a steady look - in fact, he had known that Quelord and Miss Scarpet had experienced the Battle of Byrne, and that Mr. Quelord had said those words to him that night,

It seemed to have some profound meaning - of course he was indeed a little surprised:

If that is really the Dawn Star——

But at the same time, a trace of doubt also flashed in Fang Yu's heart: it was like a shadow of the past, overlapping with the shadow of the present, and made him frown slightly - he seemed to have heard this story somewhere. But he

Then I thought about it and realized that I had indeed heard the story of 'Dawn Star'.

And not only have I heard about it, I have also participated in it myself.

He put aside this idea and continued to listen quietly.

The old man put down the tea cup in his hand and continued: "Where did you just talk? By the way, the slates, they made rubbings of those slates, but they had differences on how to deal with the slates. They wanted to monopolize the knowledge, but they brought

The best way to avoid taking away so many slates is to destroy the slates, so that the manuscripts in their hands will naturally become unique knowledge."

Fang Pliance frowned when he heard this. In his impression, Miss Scarpet and Mr. Querod were not such people. But when it came to matters involving the 'Dawn Star', he showed an extraordinary

Mature, I just asked lightly:

"Mr. Alfan, what happened next?"

"I don't know," the old man raised his gray eyebrows, spread his hands, and said, "Anyway, no one has seen those stone slabs again, but those Holy Chosen Ones didn't get much benefit. As far as I know, those who later

The rubbing texts changed hands several times, but did not remain in the hands of their original owners. And the small adventurous group was eventually lost to the public. Not many people still remember the names of those people, even the alchemist who copied the slate.

The same goes for warlocks."

Fang Yu did not answer immediately, because this was very logical: how could a small adventure group want to monopolize such important knowledge, whether it was the Dragon Worship Cult hiding in the dark, or the large and small guilds of chosen ones?

Let them go easily. What's more, shortly after that, 'Prohibition No. 7' was promulgated.

By the way, ‘Prohibition No. 7’.

At this moment, a tiny flash of light suddenly flashed through his mind——

He raised his head and suddenly realized who the scholars, alchemists and Dragon Worship Cult the old man mentioned were the third party that was related to the 'Abyssal Scroll'.

The old man looked at his expression and smiled slightly: "It seems you have guessed it."

Fang Yu couldn't help but reveal a complicated look in his eyes.

"I said," Rhett also spoke at this time: "Little guy, what kind of riddles are you playing?"

The lion paladin rubbed the bunched beard on his chin with his huge paws, twisted a copper ring, and looked at the two people with squinted eyes.

Fang Yu turned back and looked at Rhett and Attila. Adventures and things in the market were almost nothing that could stump this paladin from Lotao, but history - especially the history of the Chosen One, was not.

.He replied in an almost imperceptible voice:

"alliance."

As for which alliance it is, there is no need to say more.

The big cat man's silver-gray eyes immediately revealed an interesting look.

Sylvide was also thoughtful, but did not speak. Only Aitila always maintained a calm expression.

At this time, Fang Yu stood up from his position and saluted the old man: "Mr. Alfan, thank you very much for telling us this. I think we have enough information."

The old man looked at him with clear and insightful eyes and asked: "Are you leaving? It seems that you have something to look forward to?"

Fang Yu nodded slowly.

There was a smile in the old man's eyes, and he joked: "Actually, I still have some information about those slave traders. My experience of escaping from them was not simple at all."

Fang Yu also smiled when he heard this. He smoothed the collar of his coat with his hands and replied politely: "Let's wait until next time, Mr. Alfan. Those are just insignificant people."

"It seems you really understand. Well, then I will tell you this wonderful story next time - well, after you rescue the others," the old man paused and asked again: "What are your plans?

How to start?"

Fang Yu thought for a while: "I plan to go to the place where they settled first."

"Good choice." The old man replied.

Fang Yu then looked at the middle-aged craftsman and signaled that they could leave.
To be continued...