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Amy wailed: "Isn't the clue interrupted again? I just want to get back my own things, why is it so troublesome!"

Sirin pursed her lips and entered a state of thought.

After a few minutes, she jumped up from the pit, stopped a few meters away from Amy, and said, "Amy, do you think that the cemetery in Misty Town doesn't quite match the town?"

"Eh? Do you feel this way too?" Amy was surprised.

Sirin said: "Misty Town is located in a remote area, and the residents are not rich, but the construction of the cemetery is more regular than many big cities, which is not in line with common sense."

Amy nodded: "I think so too."

"Let's go back to the town and investigate. If we can find relevant records about the construction of the cemetery, we may be able to figure out the intention of the Necromancer appearing here." Sirin said in a deep voice.

If the clue of the corpse snatcher is interrupted, then just find another direction of investigation.

"It's the only way to do it." Amy pouted helplessly.

After leaving the forest, she lacked life experience and could only choose to follow Sirin's pace.

Sirin swung the long sword again, and the flames ignited all the skeletons at the bottom of the pit, including the corpse of the mercenary Fisher.

These corpses have been in contact with the undead breath of the ghouls. If they are left alone, they will gradually mutate into low-level undead, which will easily cause new disasters.

After finishing these, Sirin and Amy hurried back to Misty Town.

When they followed the ghouls, they spent three hours on the road. With Bobby's help on the return journey, they saw the wall of Misty Town in ten minutes.

The two climbed over the fence and found the courtyard of Kevin's house. The lights in Mira's room had been turned off, but Lunford was sitting under a tree in the courtyard, lighting an oil lamp, and drinking alone.

The captain of the militia did not notice the arrival of the two witches. Half of his face was illuminated by the candlelight, and the other half was hidden in the shadow cast by the branches. As the candlelight flickered, his eyes and complexion kept changing.

Sirin took the initiative to appear and called softly: "Captain Rumford."

Rumford seemed to be frightened, and jumped up from the chair suddenly. After seeing Sirin and Amy clearly, he breathed a sigh of relief and fell back to the chair.

"My lords, you came here so late, is there a result of the destruction of the cemetery?" Renford asked.

Sirin didn't say anything about the necromancer, but asked, "Rumford, when was the cemetery in Misty Town built? Do you have any impression?"

Rumford shook his head, "When I was born, the cemetery area already looked like this. If the two adults want to know the specific situation of the cemetery, I can help you find the cemetery to ask questions."

Sirin asked, "Is it convenient now?"

"Old Tom is a nocturnal alcoholic, and he should be drinking to his heart's content at this time." Rumford pointed to the east, "He's in the tavern not far from there, and he can bring come over."

Sirin shrugged and said, "I hope this matter can be kept secret."

Rumford nodded. "I'll tell old Tom, he's a smart man."

At this point, the militia captain laughed at himself, "So after something happened in the cemetery, he didn't come to me, but hired those mercenaries."

"The matter of Fisher also needs to be kept secret." Sirin said lightly, "Unfortunately, he was not lucky enough to last until dawn."

Rumford frowned slightly, then relaxed, "I see, we have never seen any mercenaries in the cemetery."

He put down the wine bottle in his hand, turned and left the courtyard.

Amy touched Sirin's arm and whispered, "Aren't you going to tell them about the Necromancer?"

"The specific situation cannot be determined yet." Sirin said, "They know too much, but it will cause unnecessary panic."

It will take some time before Rumford comes back. Amy and Sirin quietly entered the room and checked Mira's condition.

Mira's physical fitness is not bad, and her injury has recovered very well, and she will be able to walk on the ground after a few days of recuperation.

Kevin was sleeping on the table next to the bed, with a thick blanket on his body. When Amy walked in, the boy's body trembled, as if he had noticed it, but he didn't wake up.

The two returned to the yard and waited for a while, then Renford led a thin and short old man in.

The short and thin old man's face and neck were flushed, and he smelled heavily of alcohol. After seeing Amy and Sirin, his narrow eyes flashed, and he walked forward with a smile on his face: "Both Dear lady, are you asking Old Tom for a question? Please rest assured, I will cooperate and know everything!"

Rumford walked behind the short and thin old man, put his hand on his shoulder, and warned in a deep voice: "Old Tom, the two adults are both senior professionals! Be respectful and don't try to get close!"

Sirin took half a step forward and blocked Amy behind her. She narrowed her eyes slightly and asked, "Are you the gravekeeper?"

"Yes, I grew up in the cemetery and have guarded the tomb for 50 years!" Old Tom held up his five fingers with a slightly proud expression.

Sirin said: "Family business?"

Old Tom nodded, and his rosacea twitched.

Sirin said: "Then you must know when this cemetery was built?"

"This..." The old man scratched his head in embarrassment, "I am also responsible for digging pits and guarding the gate. If you ask who has been buried recently, I will keep it clear, but when the cemetery was built, I will tell you I really don’t know. In my great-grandfather’s generation, the cemetery looked like this now!”

Sirin said: "Since it is a family business, should there be something like chronicles? Can you lend us a look?"

Old Tom looked round at Rumford, perplexed.

"Listen to this lord." Renford said in a deep voice.

He had seen Sirin's skills before. Fisher was a gray-silver professional, and was subdued by Sirin in an instant. Her strength was unfathomable, and she must not be offended.

Old Tom squinted his eyes, thought for a moment, and said, "My dear lady, don't embarrass me, I can't agree to this matter! I have a book at home that records the cemetery, but my father told me before he died. , That brochure cannot be shown to outsiders!"

Sirin lowered her eyes and also looked at Rumford.

The captain of the militia suddenly felt the pressure. He snorted and said to Old Tom: "The residents of the town probably don't know that dozens of graves in the cemetery have been destroyed?"

Old Tom staggered back a step, but Rumford held his shoulders and he couldn't get away.

"You didn't report this to the militia team, but privately asked people from the black wolf mercenary group to help." Lunford said coldly, "Do you know that Mr. Jack's daughter-in-law was killed by the black wolf?" People from the mercenary group were injured! Tell me, if the guys in the tavern know about this, can you still drink the malt wine in the spring of next year? Do you still have the face to live in the town?"

Every time Rumford said a word, the pressure on his hands increased. Old Tom was suppressed by his momentum, his body trembled like chaff, and he shouted quickly:

"I know I was wrong! I cooperate, and I'll go get that booklet now!"

"We'll go there with you." Sirin said calmly.

She could see that old Tom was only subdued for the time being. Let him go at this time, and he would sneak out of the yard.

Hearing this, Old Tom's expression immediately turned pale, but Rumford didn't let go, and he couldn't run away, so he obediently led the way and led the three of them back to the slope below the cemetery.

The house on the side of the slope is Old Tom’s residence. He walked into the room with a bitter face, and pointed to a wooden shelf near the window, “The thing you want is right there, let go of my arm first, my hand is about to be broken gone."

Sirin was unmoved, and told Rumford: "Take care of him."

Rumford nodded coldly, and closed the door of the room by the way.

Sirin took Amy's hand, moved to the wooden shelf, opened the curtain, and saw the "booklet" that Old Tom called.

This book needs to be supported by a wooden frame. It really cannot be described as a "booklet". It is more than one foot wide, nearly two feet high, and thicker than Irene's palm. There are many gray and black stains, but between the stains, a few magic runes of unknown meaning can still be seen.

In the dilapidated room of this old man, there is actually a magic item of high grade hidden!

Sirin and Amy looked at each other, both of them were alert.

It seems that their direction of investigation is not wrong, and there is indeed a big problem with this cemetery.

Sirin turned to look at Old Tom, and saw an inexplicable sneer on the old man's face. She pulled out the silver and white sacrament, and under the urging of her fighting spirit, the blade of the sword shone with light, covering the old man's body.

Rumford's complexion changed slightly, and he was about to speak when Sirin returned the sword, and the pure white light also disappeared.

"I thought you were a magician who concealed your identity, but now it seems that you are just an ordinary person. The problem is this magic book." Sirin's blue eyes were filled with sword-like determination, "Just now I If you open it directly, it will be backlashed by magic, right?"

Old Tom's expression turned ugly when his mind was exposed.

"Tell me, what is the correct way to open this book?" Sirin asked.

Her tone was not harsh, but combined with the sharpness in her eyes, it was very oppressive.

Old Tom sighed, closed his eyes resignedly, closed his lips, and put on a look of refusal to cooperate.

Sirin looked at Rumford again. Sometimes, the land snake is more effective than the strong dragon from outside.

Rumford lowered his voice: "Old Tom, these two adults are here to investigate the abnormal situation in the cemetery. If you are so uncooperative, you will be responsible for what happened!"

This time the old man didn't even give face to the militia captain, he sat on the ground, took out a small wine bottle from his pocket, and took a few mouthfuls.

"Old Tom—" Rumford half-drawn the sword from his belt.

"Tsk tsk, Rumford, according to your seniority, you have to call me Uncle Tom. I hugged you when you were a child!" Old Tom sneered completely, reeking of alcohol, "What prestige are you playing in front of me? It's not that Zane is dead, so where is it your turn to be the captain of the militia?"

"Now that Jack is gone, you picked up the title of militia captain that Zane didn't want, and you still want to steal other people's wives, right? Don't laugh so hard!"

"Shut up!" Renford's long sword was completely unsheathed, his eyes were fierce, "Zane is dead, I am sadder than anyone else! I just want to take care of Mira and Kevin, and I treat them like family members! "

Amy patted her chest lightly, the amount of information in these few words exploded.

That Zane should be Kevin's father, Jack's son, and Mira's husband. He probably grew up with Rumford, but the relationship between the two seems to be quite complicated...

Sirin was also a little helpless. She pinched Amy's cheek and said in a low voice, "What should I do now? I can't really extract a confession by torture, right? I can't do such a thing..."

She has always shown a very oppressive appearance, trying to make old Tom cooperate obediently, but this old guy is completely messed up, and she really can't do anything about it.

Amy puffed her cheeks and confronted Sirin's fingers. Her eyes scanned the runes on the cover, and suddenly a flash of inspiration came to her mind.

These symbols are similar to the writing style of Elven script, and should be a variant font of ancient Elven script, corresponding to a few numbers in Common Language!

In short, it's a digital combination lock!

As for the password order...

A group of numbers suddenly popped up in Amy's mind, two, three, one, six!

She stretched out her finger, her fingertips were smudged with magic power, and hit several numbers in order.

After four clicks, all the magic runes on the cover lit up, and the phantom of a small golden lock emerged, and then the lock was unlocked. The thick brown-red cover was automatically flipped open, revealing the pages inside.

"opened?"

Sirin looked at Amy's operation with a strange expression, not knowing what expression to put on.

Is this book related to Amy?Isn't she really dementia?Forgot and remembered?

Old Tom was shocked, with an expression of disbelief.

"Hey~"

Amy made a fist with one hand, tapped her forehead lightly, and stuck out her tongue, "I don't know what's going on, so I opened it~"

Volume 22: Chapter [-] The Past

Seeing Amy's skillful cute moves, Sirin secretly sighed.

Even if Amy is really demented, she can't deny the cuteness of her girlish face. If you don't think about the real age gap, you can get along as a peer.

The magic book was successfully opened, and Sirin was too lazy to play tricks with old Tom and began to look up the contents of the book.

The currently opened page is the burial records of Misty Town in recent years, and Amy saw Jennock's name at the bottom at a glance.

Jenock, buried on November 190rd, in grave [-].

The writing is scribbled and the records are simple, probably written in a drunk state.

A circle was also drawn at the end of the record, and three small characters "executed" were written.

The frequency of these three small words is not high, there are only a dozen or so burial records, and Amy doesn't know what they mean.

Sirin also noticed this mark, and whispered: "Could this be the signal mark of the corpse?"

"It's possible." Amy nodded. She had finished reading the content of this page, and there was nothing worth paying attention to, so she turned back a page.

"and many more!"

Sirin suddenly grabbed her arm, her face became extremely serious, and she asked in a trembling voice, "What year is this year?"

"What year?" Amy was a little confused.

Sirin stared at the pages of the book, "How many years is the new calendar?"

"521 in the new calendar." Amy replied, "Look, the following line is the tomb record for this year, and the year is marked as 521."

Sirin's expression was as if struck by lightning, and she froze on the spot, muttering in a low voice: "How could it be 521? How could it be? Then..."

An anxious look appeared on her face, as if grabbing a life-saving straw, she tightly held Amy's palm, "Is it possible that the old drunkard made a mistake? Is this year really the 521st year of the new calendar?"

Amy looked at Sirin's eyes, those high-altitude azure eyes had been captured by fragility, and even a gleam of crystal water could be seen.

Amy is not an aborigine in this world, and her thinking is relatively flexible. Sirin's performance made her think of a possibility.

Regardless of the pain in her hands, she leaned close to Sirin's ear and said softly, "It is indeed the 521st year of the new calendar. You are not from this era, are you?"

She can travel across the world to the Divine Blessing Continent, so Sirin can also travel across time and come from another time dimension.

If so, many of the previous events can be explained.