Villefort waved his hand. "Go quickly." "Remember, don't tell this to anyone else." …… At the same time, in the dream world, West Grant, Harry Library. Xia Yibing watched in shock as Hitzfeld swallowed the fruit in one gulp, without even having time to reach out to stop him. "You...what did you do?" After she realized what was happening, she quickly grabbed the girl's shoulders and shook her hard. "Spit it out!" "quick!"
"Spit it out!" "No, no, no, it's okay~~~~~" Hitzfeld was so shaken by her that he started to say wavy lines. “Really, really, really~~~~~” "I, I, I, I'm not stupid~~~~~~" It took a lot of effort to calm the woman down and make her believe that he was not doing anything wrong. Indeed not. After all, these fruits are indeed not poisonous. The biggest and only side effect they could bring was a change in mentality, and Hitzfeld was sure he could resist it. She wasn't bragging. It's not like those gamblers and drug addicts who don't know themselves. It's just that this kind of thing is not new to her. Affected by her left eye, whenever the eternal night approaches, she can hear more and more mysterious whispers, and there is a high probability that she will receive some messy memories in her sleep, and she doesn't know where they come from. So she felt that they were all the same. As long as she doesn't specifically choose to eat fruits that can bring knowledge and understanding, and only eats fruits that can bring knowledge and experience, the effect it has on her will be no different from the illusion brought by her left eye. That’s right—the fruit she picked up was the one she checked at the beginning. Allwater Memoirs: 1957 The fruit of the seeing and hearing category. Although it says that level 8 permissions are required to "read". But since she could pick it up herself, she wasn't going to stick to the restrictions.
To put it bluntly, she was eager to know how this fruit affected humans. There is also the so-called "borrowing" - if the fruit has already been eaten, how can it be considered "borrowing"? How can one return the eaten fruit? She wanted to know all of this. Even though she already had some guesses in her mind, some things had to be done personally to be truly confirmed. "If you want to help me, just keep going along this road. See if you can find a tree in the middle." Suppressing the chaotic memories that kept coming up, Hitzfeld showed Xia Yibing a way. "a tree?" The woman frowned. "you are right……" "It's written on the stone wall, keep going forward." "Trust me, you won't be wrong." "how about you." "Stay here and digest the memories." I can't hold it anymore. After saying this, Hitzfeld closed his eyes, and his entire body and mind were completely immersed in that memory scene. As mentioned in the introduction, it is a trip back to 1957 from the perspective of a mine guard. -------- Thanks to: Le Suifeng, Shuke23711975052, vigiler, Fanhuajiangjin... for their blades and rewards~! Thank you for your support~~ ps: There will be another event tomorrow... I have to go, maybe this weekend~ I'll take some time to play it on the weekend~ Chapter 38: Ice Dust Disaster 1 The story begins in a dim pub. "Northern Star Orvot..." An extremely drowsy speech came out from a beard-wrapped, cracked and wrinkled lip. “It’s been a long, long time since anyone called it that.” Where is this place? Hitzfeld calmed down until she was completely sure that her consciousness was awake and not being controlled or interfered with. Then she checked her own state. She found that she was not parasitic in someone's first-person perspective, but similar to the dream she had experienced before, she had become a third-party perspective, that is, the existence of an "audience". What came into view were several square tables. They were dilapidated and old, with four of them put together to form a larger table.
A group of people wearing thick cotton-padded clothes sat around the table, steam coming out of the cups in their hands. They all looked straight at an old man sitting in the innermost corner... The noise Hitzfeld had heard before was made by this man. There was a window on the upper left side of the stone wall facing the old man, and through the dirty, greasy glass, you could vaguely see heavy snow. Judging from the clothes these people were wearing, the current season should be around the Ice Moon. The bar is open. Because its door was half open. From the dim interior, it was clear that this was not a store that could afford to put in a lot of effort on its sign. The only way to let passersby know that the store was still open was to leave the door open. The cold wind blew in through the crack in the door. Even though the fire in the fireplace next to him was burning brightly, the bartender standing behind the bar was still shivering. From time to time, passengers carrying large and small bags go up and down the stairs, or push the door open to go in and out. Some of them count their money and leave directly, while others stop for a moment when passing by this corner and take an extra look at the old man inside. "What are you looking at!" The bartender waved his hand to drive them away. "If you want to watch, sit down somewhere and order a glass of goat's milk wine. Don't stand in the middle of the road!" Not everyone was willing to pay 8 becquerels for curiosity. Most people shook their heads and walked away again. But the topic at the table was not diverted by external factors. On the contrary, the atmosphere of their discussion became more heated. "Uncle Johnny," one of the young men in his early 20s interrupted, "Before you tell us this story, shouldn't you first tell us what this 'Northern Star' is all about?" "Young man, you are so ignorant!" A big hand stretched out from the side, and it was a sturdy man in his 40s who patted him on the head. He was over 180cm tall. His palms were open like a flesh fan, and his five fingers could almost touch the young man's lips directly from the top of his head. Add to that the thick winter coat and the layer of leather armor wrapped around the outside of the coat...even if there really was a brown bear here, it might not be able to break through his defense for a while. "Olwater was once the most famous city in the North." This statement came from a middle-aged woman in a dark purple felt coat. She was very thin, with sunken cheeks. She looked mean and hateful. When she blinked, you could see a layer of green paint on her eyelids. She was wearing a dark purple hat with two white feathers on the top. "The specialty there... ice crystal stone, after being polished, is the most magnificent building material. Buildings built with ice crystal stone are fairy palaces that can only be seen in dreams. In the whole of Sara, only Orvoth has such a magnificent ice crystal castle complex. There is a legend that it is more beautiful than the White Shadow Palace and can even suppress the art city of Wayne Port." The woman exhaled smoke as she spoke. She was still wearing gloves, and between her long fingers was a lit cigarette. Hitzfeld was stunned. This is all a mess. What about taking her back to 1957 from the perspective of a mine guard? Judging from the conversations between these people, this isn't even Allwater! Could it be that she was being defrauded? It seems a bit too much to use this kind of trick with the Memory Fruit... But she didn't dwell on it for too long. Soon, the old man, known as "Uncle Johnny" by everyone, spoke again. "Yes... the legend is true. At that time, Orvoth was even more magnificent than the White Shadow Palace... almost all the buildings there were built with ice crystal stones. From a distance, it looked like a crystal palace connected together..."
"Then why is no one mentioning it now?" The young man was puzzled. "If Aunt Moore hadn't brought it up, I wouldn't have known... that kind of place had such a glorious history." "Because Orwater is almost destroyed." This time it was the burly man who gave him a brief introduction. "Orwater is surrounded by mountains on three sides, and is almost surrounded by the Orwater Mountains. Their specialty, cryolite, is obtained by digging into the mountains, but it is said that the mining was too intense, hollowing out too much of the mountain structure, causing a collapse... That entire section of the ridge collapsed completely, almost burying the entire city." "That's just a lie from the parish!" The old man's voice suddenly became louder. "They... cough cough cough! In order to prevent someone from awakening that kind of power again... cough cough! They blocked the news..." "That's why we're looking for you, old man." The strong man said to him softly, "They all say you know the truth behind this." "Please tell us the truth. I beg you." "us"? Hitzfeld's eyes moved back and forth between the young man, the strong man, and the mean woman. The young man did not know these people, as could be seen from the previous conversation. So this man is in cahoots with the mean woman. Did they come here because they heard that there’s an old man who brags every day? Well…… In fact, this information alone is quite unusual. In the context of the parish doing its best to block information, he came here in such heavy snow to look for someone. The motives of these two people are worth pondering. "Many people thought I was talking nonsense... every time they just listened to the beginning and turned away." The old man just laughed dryly. "Okay...I'll tell you in detail." "It was a seemingly peaceful winter. My companions and I were patrolling the mines to prevent any ignorant people from stealing ice crystals..." Just as he said this, Hitzfeld was shocked to find that the scene in front of her had changed again. The tavern was shattered by the ripples like light and shadow reflected on the water. All the broken colors quickly reassembled after a change, and it seemed to have turned into a world of ice and snow without any cover. It was a terrible blizzard. Countless huge snowflakes, almost half the size of Hitzfeld's hand, danced wildly in the winter wind. She had to strain to see two bright blue-coated figures moving in the snow. Yes, it's creeping. They were wearing so many thick clothes that they looked like two caterpillars. They had to support each other and twist their hips to move forward, slowly rubbing their legs in the snow that was almost up to their crotch, and trying hard not to fall. "Why on earth did we take this job, Johnny?" One of them couldn't stand it anymore and shouted.
"Tell me! Why!" "Because we fucking destroyed a painting in the Sharon Museum, and we have to pay those bastards twenty thousand Selas before spring!" Another person shouted as well. "They are all a bunch of shit!" The person who spoke first angrily kicked a pile of snow away. "cheat!"