That's not a game

After a long time, Kong slowly swallowed his saliva, "What... this painting, what does it mean?"

"I don't understand."

Ximei shakes her head...

The middle-aged president nodded, while Lao Gang stopped explaining to his wife and swallowed.

"But I was blown away."

"Wait, look at the platform in the middle, there is also a letter!"

Kong pointed to the platform in the middle, where, on the top of the Wind Element Monument, floated a parchment envelope very similar to the one before.

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"Who wrote the letter this time?"

"I don't know, I still don't understand, Ximei, come here."

Sora, who got the envelope, unwrapped the envelope, unfolded the folded letter paper inside, and looked at Ximei beside him.

The latter looked at the content on the letter paper, hesitated for a long time, and then said in confusion, "Why is this a letter addressed to that poet? But... the person who wrote the letter did not introduce himself, and the signature is only the one who likes your poetry." It’s just a little girl in red.”

"What about the content?"

The middle-aged president continued to ask, the letter in the first level was that Yula Gunhild's letter, revealing such a secret history, he didn't think the letter in the second level would be so simple.

"Wait, I need to read more, I don't really understand these old Mond characters."

"Okay, hurry up."

Soon, Ximei translated the letter with difficulty.

[To my dear poet brother. 】

[I've grown up, you... When will you come back?I... I have also become very good-looking, and many people have written love letters to me. 】

[Since everyone was free, you plucked the strings, blown away the wind and snow in Mond, and brought warmth to everyone, so beautiful and powerful.But... I always feel that the you flying in the sky is not like the real you. 】

[Because, that appearance is not free enough. 】

【Also, the way the poet brother looked at me was not as warm as before, but rather painful. 】

[The poet brother with painful eyes, after bringing warmth to everyone, said he wanted to see other worlds, and said that Monde didn't need any king, so he left. 】

【The back view of him leaving looks natural, but I think he seems to be crying. 】

[So, brother poet, when are you coming back? 】

[I have already sung "Haiyan" very well, and I have also learned many other poems. I want to sing it to you, the poet brother, can you? 】

【I... I also want to see the smile of the poet brother, I want to hear the praise of the poet brother, I want the hug of the poet brother. 】

【However, Brother Poet, you never came back. 】

[I... I'm worried that I'm old and not good-looking, I'm worried that I'm dead, so I won't be able to wait for the poet's brother. 】

[So, sorry, Brother Poet. 】

[In order to wait until you come back, I...can't grow old. 】

[I'm going to travel, looking for a chance to survive. 】

[I want to wait until the poet's brother comes back, I must! 】

【must! 】

...【The little girl in red who likes your poems, brother poet. 】

"Is the poet's charm... really that great?"

Looking at the last two words, Ximei couldn't help muttering to herself.

On the side, the middle-aged president sighed softly, looked up at the seemingly endless sky in this secret realm, and sighed, "I don't know, but... I can feel how scared the little girl was when she wrote this letter." , I am afraid that I will grow old and die, and I will not be able to wait for the person I want to wait for."

Kong looked at the letter in his hand, hesitating for a while, and slowly pursed his lips, "This poet...seems to be a wonderful person."

"Yes, Ximei, take a screenshot of this letter and the translation and post it online. We still don't need the suffix of our guild." The middle-aged president sighed softly.

Human beings always have some inexplicable emotions because of some small things.

The middle-aged president thought he was past that age, but this letter made him understand that he was still the boy who would be moved by the stories in the game.

"Yes, President!"

Without any hesitation, Ximei once again posted the content of the letter and a screenshot of the translation to a certain website.

The moment it was posted, one comment after another appeared at an extremely fast speed.

Title——This is the second letter we found in the secret realm "Barbatos, the Wind God Who Abandoned His Throne". This is the waiting of a young girl. She wrote all her waiting in this letter.

Floor 1: "Number one! Let me see what kind of knife this time is, Fengshen's knife! I'm sure!"

Floor 5: "This knife... eats me so painfully. This girl who is waiting for the poet already wants to find the hope of living in order to be able to wait for the person she is waiting for."

Floor 10: "Oh, when people get old, they can't help but feel sad because of some small things. This knife is so delicious."

Floor 28: "I... I sincerely hope that this girl finds the hope of waiting, and can wait for the poet she wants to wait for."

Floor 39: "Wait a minute, for example... If this little girl has really waited so long, doesn't that mean she is now in our timeline?!"

Floor 51: "Indeed, and one thing is, this little girl named two poets."

Floor 62: "That's right, if this girl doesn't feel wrong, there are two poets."

Floor 78: "Yes, in connection with the content of the previous letter and the story of Mond, Barbatos waved the strings, blowing away the wind and snow of Mond, and brought warmth, so that is to say, today's Fengshen Barbatos, most likely the bitter poet brother in this letter!"

Floor 79: "I agree with the analysis above!"

Floor 80: "Me too!"

Floor 81: "But the question is, this secret realm is called "The Wind God Barbatos Who Abandoned His God's Throne". If Barbatos abandoned his god's throne, who is this Barbatos now?"

Floor 89: "That's right, if Barbatos, the god of wind, abandoned his position, then Barbatos today may not be the real Barbatos!"

Floor 91: "Could it be... this Barbatos is actually the poet who fell to the bottom of the tower with the lonely king?! That's why this secret realm is called "The Wind God Barbatos Who Abandoned His God"?"

Floor 98: "Then who is Barbatos today?"

Floor 101: "Could it be that today's Fengshen is a god who usurped the throne?"

110: "Impossible, didn't you see that the poet behind this letter is so painful? Painful usurpation?"

……

Under this post, comments were being posted quickly, and Qin Si and the others also sent the comments with the most likes to Ximei and the others.

Ximei looked at the various comments compiled by Qin Si, and after sorting them out a bit, she put the key points she had sorted out in front of several people to watch together.

1——[There are two poets, and one of them is most likely the current wind god Barbatos. 】

2——[If the previous article is true, then the poet who fell to the bottom of the tower with the lonely king cannot be the current Fengshen, so who is he? 】

3——[As for the previous speculation, it is very likely that the poet who fell to the bottom of the tower with the lonely king is the real wind god Barbatos, the wind god Barbatos who abandoned his godhood. 】

4——[If the previous article is true, then the identity of Mond's wind god Barbatos is now a mystery. 】

Looking at the information, Kong stretched out his hand to touch his chin, and narrowed his eyes slightly, "Is the identity of Fengshen a mystery now?"

"Yes."

The middle-aged president looked at the updraft slowly appearing in the middle of the three platforms, clenched his fists and said.

"But as long as we continue to explore, all these mysteries will be answered!"

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"Have they already got the second letter? It seems that it is almost here."

Wendy sat on the top of the mountain at the edge of the Fenglong ruins, swaying her legs, quietly looking at the direction of the bottom of the tower, and whispering to herself.

There was nostalgia in his eyes, after all, he had seen both letters.

He was with Jura Gunhild when he wrote this letter.

Although the female knight at that time was already an old woman with white hair, she had already lost her original youth.

When the other party was writing this letter, he couldn't even hold the pen steady, so he, Wendy, helped write part of it.

Wendy still remembered that she had asked her if she wanted to wait with him?

But the other party shook his head very relieved, saying that he couldn't wait any longer.

Not only because her life has come to an end, but because she wants to leave with an apology to the poet.

In this way, she will never forget each other.

Cavaliers, don't forget the people you guard.

When the female knight wrote the last word, the other party left quietly under the sunshine and under Wendy's gaze.

At the funeral that day, there was a warm wind that brought countless dandelions.

……

"Speaking of which, the little guy who left the second letter has grown up now."

Wendy chuckled softly, recalling the little girl in red who he taught the poem "Petrel".

When the other party wrote this letter, she was already slim and graceful, she was a beautiful big girl, and she was a big girl with many suitors.

But in the other party's heart, he only remembered his poet brother.

Those suitors simply couldn't stay in her eyes for a moment.

Even, after she realized that her youth was not permanent, she began to travel, searching throughout Teyvat, looking for opportunities to continue to wait.

Moreover, the other party could clearly tell that he, Wendy, was not... Barbatos.

This made Wendy a little helpless, but also a little relieved.

In this world, after all, there are people who remember the young poet, and he is not the only one.

"Oh?"

Wendy raised her eyebrows suddenly, her eyes fell on the direction of the entrance of the secret realm, and she was a little surprised, "They passed the third level so quickly? But if I guessed correctly, the third level should not be a letter, right? It seems...it was something left by the huntress, such a thing is not easy to take. Moreover, after taking that thing off, it is considered that you have truly passed the third level."

……

In the secret realm, the four Kong people who came to the third level on the wings of the wind and passed it quickly all set their sights on the high platform slowly rising in the center of the lobby.

On the high platform, there is a long bow with a rather peculiar shape floating quietly on the high platform.

I don't know what kind of material the longbow is made of. It obviously gives people an extremely ancient feeling, but there is still a little brilliance shining on the bow, making the longbow still look like a brand new one.

"What... is this equipment?"

Ximei's eyes were a little excited, because this bow looks not simple, giving people a feeling like an artifact of online games.

And most importantly, this is about Fengshen's secret realm.

In a secret realm of this level, if an artifact appears, it is simply a matter of course.

"Old Gang, go explore the way."

The middle-aged president was relatively calm, and raised his chin slightly to Lao Gang who was beside him.

The latter curled his lips, cursed in a low voice, and walked slowly and cautiously towards the shelf where the longbow was hung.

Along the way, Lao Gang didn't trigger any traps.

Even, the straight man of steel turned around the high platform very "intimately", and after confirming that there was no danger, he waved to the three of them and shouted loudly.

"Come here, there seems to be something written on this table, even though Sajia graduated from Peking University, I can't understand it."

The middle-aged badgers looked at each other and approached the high platform one after another.

At this moment, they realized that on the front of the high platform, someone seemed to have carved some words with arrows.

Those words seem ancient and powerful.

"translate."

The middle-aged president looked at Ximei who was at the side with familiarity, and Ximei had already started to observe the characters above, and translated the words above with difficulty but quite accurately.