Mystery: I can change things in books

Chapter 200 "Eternal Life"

The carriage retraced its steps and returned to the palace.

There were less than six days left before the "Tribute Day", but of course the two of them would not waste this time, but planned to use these few days of "free time" to appreciate the "exotic customs".

After Chris and Steve said hello to Vinia, they dressed up and prepared to go around the city.

When they traveled to this painted world, both of them wanted to take a good look at this city and this virtual, imaginary country.

The so-called "utopian fantasy" must have a utopian foundation and a shadow of history.

People who are familiar with the history before the Fourth Age may be able to find some interesting things in the details of this city, some clues hidden in history.

Unfortunately, neither Chris nor Steve are very interested in history, and Chris doesn't know much about the history of architecture before the Fourth Age.

Before traveling, John Vinia gave the two people enough currency of the country, and despite their evasion, asked Sunlet to arrange for someone to protect them secretly.

The two of them dressed up as civilians, got on an ordinary carriage, and came to the city.

The palace and the city are one high and one low, and the distance between them is not too far. The layout of the city is very simple, like a checkerboard shape, with reasonable planning and exquisite design.

Outside the city, there are pastures on one side and large farmlands on the other.

The carriage drove slowly along the main street. The city's building materials are mainly stone. The streets are clean and there is no trace of dust. There are two torches as tall as standing lamps at regular intervals on both sides of the street, illuminating the street brightly.

"There are almost no people walking on the main street in normal times. The side streets on both sides are where residents have fun." The coachman introduced from the front.

The carriage turned right, leaving the main street and heading for the side street.

Not long after leaving Main Street, Chris heard a noise coming from ahead.

In front of it is a circular square with a fountain in the middle. There are many citizens around, some are trading in front of stalls, and some people gather together to watch the acrobatic performance.

Chris and Steve jumped out of the carriage and looked at the place curiously.

Their clothes were just like ordinary people, so they didn't attract anyone's attention.

Chris walked forward. In front of an acrobatic stall, a young man with blond hair was performing the skill of breathing fire from his mouth.

His cheeks were smeared sooty, his dry blond hair stood on his scalp, and his eyes were fierce.

Every time the surrounding audience cheered, flames would spit out from his mouth. Some even bought half-cooked meat skewers from other stalls and asked him to help grill them.

Chris looked around and didn't find anything special here.

Although interesting, they are all found in the real world and are nothing special.

On Steve's side, he was already holding a glass of wine and drinking with others.

Chris wandered around and stopped at a bookstall.

It's a bit strange to set up a stall to sell books in a busy city.

He squatted down in front of the bookstall, picked up a book, and looked at it with the help of the torch next to the bookstall.

On the leather cover, a lizard-like dragon is drawn, sitting on a luxurious chair, looking down at the city below.

Oris Hurd?
Chris opened this history book and found that it was all about the story of the "Dragon of Justice" Oris Hed saving mankind.

“He spreads his wings, covers our city, and is the meteorite falling from the sky for us right now.”

“He flaps his huge wings to change the direction of the hurricane coming from the sea.”

Chris flipped through it quickly and curled his lips, noncommittal.

"Want to buy a copy?"

The stall owner smiled, sorted out the books stacked in front of him, and said:
"There are also many stories about the 'Dragon of Justice' here, which are very suitable as children's books."

At this time, Chris's eyes fell on a book with a cover that looked like a tombstone.The stall owner took out the book, took a look at it, and handed it to him:
"It seems you are interested in history."

Chris took the book and opened it to read.

"Under the leadership of the 'Dragon of Justice', several of his people looked at a tombstone that contained secrets, and thus gained the knowledge to become gods..."

As Chris read, he suddenly felt that the "tombstone" in the book was somewhat familiar.

Why does this "tombstone" look so much like the "blasphemous slate" in the real world?
Chris did not find the author information of the book, so he asked:

"Who wrote this?"

"If there is no author's name on the book, then I don't know who wrote it. In fact, it doesn't matter who the author is."

The stall owner shrugged, made a helpless gesture, and continued:
"I guess these books have been around since the dawn of history. Oh, you might not understand what I'm saying.

In fact, what is recorded in the book are things we know, and we do not know it through books.

The story about the 'Dragon of Justice' is passed down orally from the older generation. Maybe only newborn babies don't know about him. "

Chris didn't speak, always feeling that something was wrong.

He put the book back and asked:
"Is 'Tribute Day' coming soon?"

"There are less than six days left!" The stall owner was obviously excited, "I was selected into the tribute team!"

"Does this still require drawing lots?"

"Of course, the opportunity is very rare."

There was a look of yearning on the stall owner's face. He turned to look at the mountain peak in the dark night, turned back and said with a smile:

"Ever since I became an adult and qualified for selection, lots have been drawn every year. I have waited for ten years to become a member of the tribute team!"

His eyes moved to a few young girls not far away, and he said in a daze:
"Hey, sometimes I really envy them for being able to see the 'Dragon of Justice' with my own eyes."

Chris followed his line of sight, turned back, and asked:
"Won't they, those chosen as 'tributes' to Orished, die?"

"Die?" The stall owner had a strange expression, "He obviously gained eternal life."

"eternal life?"

"Yes," the stall owner nodded heavily and explained, "Those girls who were selected as 'tributes' got the chance to live forever."

"But you will obviously never see them again."

"Of course that's the case," the stall owner looked at Chris with an even stranger expression on his face, "Since they have the chance to live forever, of course they will not return to the human world again."

He muttered something vaguely, obviously unwilling to continue chatting with Chris.

Chris stood up and left the stall, feeling that whenever people here mentioned the "Justice Dragon" Oris Hed, they would have a kind of morbid fanaticism.

He had some vague thoughts. Maybe these people were imaginary. When they were "created", they set the tone and respected Oris Hed.

If this situation is true, then Vigna and Sunlet are also "outsiders", and there must still be "outsiders" in the royal family.

Chris sighed, the situation was both simple and complicated.

The simple thing is that the only target is the "Dragon of Justice" Oris Hed. If you kill him, you can return to reality.

The complication is that the "anchor" of Orished is these people, these people who have a deep faith in him.

He walked towards Steve, and at this moment, there was a sudden warmth on the back of his hand.

(End of this chapter)