Chapter 656: Verin, who is thinking about the tomb of Silas Ansel

Three days later, in the manor, Weilin looked at the items piled in front of him, looked up at Hebra, picked up a rag, and asked, "Is this also something from the cemetery?"

Hearing the doubt in his master's tone, Hebrew's eyelids twitched, he pretended to be calm and said loudly: "Master, this is my negligence, please punish me."

"never mind."

Throwing aside the rag in his hand, Verin waved his hand to let Hebrews go down.

Seeing this, Hebrews beat his chest, saluted, and hurried away from here.

He didn't know if there were any other foreign items in this pile of items, so it would be better to leave here as soon as possible.

Walking out of the manor and looking up at the sky, the wind is sunny and sunny, which is very suitable for training.

Looking at the pile of items, Verin covered his head and said helplessly: "He's irritable and not cautious at all. It seems that his control has been a little loose in the past few years. It just so happened that he and Devon Hill's adopted daughter Abu Li En is old enough. Let them get married when they get back. It would be nice to have someone to supervise him at all times. "

Hearing this, a smile appeared on Kyle's face, and he quickly returned to his calm appearance.

The guards standing around regarded themselves as deaf, saying that they knew nothing.

"Kyle, you separate the items that have words on them from the items that don't."

After hearing this, Kyle nodded and used magic to cover the pile of graveyard items.

In less than a minute, Weilin looked at the items divided in front of him, came to the pile with writing, and began to look carefully.

Thirty minutes later, Weilin picked up a incomplete diary, opened the first page, and read the first sentence, and the dust-laden memories began to revive.

"On March 3rd, Year 12098 of the Beast Calendar, my name is Ren Pengfu. However, that should be regarded as my name in my previous life. My current name should be Silas Ansel, the second son of an ordinary baron family. There are still three days left. , I will go out to make a living alone.

It's a pity that it was too late to awaken my memory, otherwise with my strategy... Forget it, don't deceive yourself. Compared with my elder brother, I am no different from a pure white mouse.

No one should be able to understand it if it is recorded in words from a previous life... I think so. "

"On March 6, 12098 in the Beast Calendar, my father gave me three hundred gold coins, a war horse, two pack horses, and a servant. By the way, his name was Terry. He was a thirteen-year-old boy. He was really evil. The nobles!"

"..."

"It's June 15th, Year 12098, in the Beast Calendar. It's been three months since we left the Baron of Ans-El. What should we write today? It's so difficult. It's a bit like when we were in elementary school, and the teacher asked us to write a diary every day. Hahaha, forget it, just write this, I’m the only one who can understand it.”

"..."

"On January 26, 12099 in the Beast Calendar, after eight months, I finally arrived at the royal capital. It was not easy. The road was too difficult. Don't these nobles know how to repair the road? By the way, I saw the eldest princess of Anza Kingdom today, and it’s really hard not to be moved, hehe..."

Weilin turned to the next page and looked at the copied portrait. It had become blurry and he could only see the general outline.

"This is gone."

Looking at the book cover, Weilin felt a little unfinished.

Sure enough, reading other people's diaries is a very enjoyable thing.

Placing the book on the table, Verin continued his search, hoping to get the next diary.

The more you hope for something, the less likely it will come.

I picked up the last sheepskin map. The marks on it had become blurred, and I couldn't find the destination according to the instructions. I threw it aside and felt very regretful.

However, one thing is certain, Silas Ansel, who made the musket, is indeed his fellow countryman, but he just doesn't know why he only stays at the level of muskets.

Weilin had two guesses about this issue.

First, the intervention of the Church of the God of Beasts killed Silas Ansel and his followers, destroying his creations, leaving only this simplest and useless weapon.

Second, the difference in world rules meant that the fellow could only make muskets, but could not make other things at all.

After all, the underlying rules of this plane world actually include rules for giant objects, which makes people have to think in this direction.

"Lord, is there anything you need?" Kyle looked at the dazed Weilin and stepped forward to ask.

After hearing this, Verin shook his head and said with some regret: "There are gains, but not much. After capturing the capital of the Kingdom of Anza, I hope that the Royal Family of Anza will have records of Silas Ansel's grave. ”

For some reason, Weilin was still a little excited when he thought that his fellow villager's graveyard was hidden somewhere.

"No, this isn't called tomb robbing, it's called pursuing the historical truth. Why should I feel guilty?"

Hearing his master's muttering, Kyle was speechless.

"My lord, do you still want these things?"

Seeing Kyle's strange expression, Verin reacted, looked at the four guards standing guard around him, and said in a deep voice: "Ask Hawthorn to find some scholars who can write Common Language to translate these Nangeshian characters. ”

"What about this one?"

Weilin turned to look at the diary on the table, shook his head and said, "Forget this one, I can barely understand some of the words on it."

Upon seeing this, Kyle put the two piles of items on the ground into the space equipment, possessed him, saluted, and left the manor.

Three days later, in the study, Verin flipped through the three books sent by Kyle and threw them aside.

Except for the diary, there were not many valuable things in the two piles.

"My Lord, in half a month, Hosorn will hold a banquet in Beilin City. He asked if you need to attend?" Kyle put the three books on the bookshelf and asked.

"No, we can't stay in Beilin City for long. There is no point in attending such a banquet."

"By the way, my Lord, there is one more thing."

"What is it?" Weilin asked while lying on the table.

Hearing this, Kyle began to narrate: "Pastor Lavia has successfully converted the group of prisoners of war on Black Rock Island. He wants to ask you what to do next."

Weilin stood up suddenly and said in surprise: "Successful, so fast?"

Less than half a month after the 15th Army entered Beilin County, Lavia made all the more than 1,000 prisoners of war believe in the goddess of life. Isn't it a bit too scary?

Seeing this, Kyle confirmed again: "Yes, my lord, you heard it right. The pagan prisoners have abandoned their belief in the God of Beasts and started to believe in the Goddess of Life."

"Let's go and take a look."

After saying this, Weilin took the sword of Anansi and walked out.

Seeing this, Kyle quickly followed.