Cecil's expression was serious, he muttered a little, and said, "Yes." ”

He let out a long breath and said slowly, "When I first traveled all over the Zephyr Continent, what I saw in my eyes was hierarchy and system; When I traveled through the Zephyr Continent for the second time, what I saw in my eyes was survival and slavery; When I traveled to the Zephyr Continent for the third time, I decided to change my route, deviating from the path taken by the vast majority of troubadours to find the path of a very few, unknown ancestors; I walked in the corners of the Zephyr Continent, walked in the wasteland that no one paid attention to, walked on the little-known coast, carefully stepped into the long-abandoned ancient tombs, carefully and carefully looked at the weathered buildings, picked up those forgotten historical documents, caressed the faded relief murals on the walls, since then, I have been attracted and shocked by those forgotten histories, I am addicted to them and unable to extricate myself, so I am like an anteater looking for the breath of ants, sniffing those forgotten words and patterns little by little, Little by little, I unravel the historical truth of this continent, until, I found the gold mine, until, I indulged in the girl's soft skin and incense powder, I stopped. ”

He sighed and continued: "Although I no longer have the courage to continue to explore the truth of history, the truths that I have explored are firmly engraved in my mind like words carved in stone, and can never be erased. ”

"Since you haven't forgotten those words and patterns, as well as the truths that shocked you, presumably, you won't forget where you found the truth of history, right?"

Cecil said: "Yes, I will not forget. ”

I nodded: "To be honest, I'm still quite interested in this kind of thing, I think, adventure, it's like the spice of life, you need to add a little to the ordinary life from time to time, so that my life will become very delicious, do you agree with me?" ”

Cecil shook his head: "I don't know, troubadour used to be a profession of mine, I never used it as the spice of life, and naturally I can't understand your feelings, but seriously, expeditions are really not as wonderful as they imagined, they are dangerous and difficult to make money, it is better to do business, and it is better to be a powerful adventurer." ”

"You say I'm strong?" I pointed to my nose and asked him with a smile, "Then you're probably blind." ”

Cecil said, "Although I am not a competent troubadour, and at the same time I am not a competent merchant, but I dare say that my vision is definitely more accurate than that of any troubadour or merchant, and I say that you are a powerful adventurer, then you must be a powerful adventurer, and this will not be wrong." ”

I pinched my chin and looked at him, and after a while, I smiled and said, "You're pretty confident." ”

He pointed to his eyes and said, "It's hard to say anything else, these eyes will definitely not be wrong." ”

"Alright, if you're right, let's get back to what we said," I tapped my finger to the table and said slowly, "I need your help drawing a copy of the route you took when you were a troubadour." ”

Cecil was puzzled, "What do you want that to do?" ”

"Didn't I just say it, sometimes it's a little boring to go home every day, and I need spices in my life."

Cecil muttered a little and said, "I'm afraid your intentions don't stop there. ”

I laughed: "You're right, my intentions don't stop there, but it's not convenient for me to say it right now, how about it?" Can you help me with this? ”

He frowned and thought for a few seconds, then said, "I can help you draw, but you have to keep me and my family safe, and you can't let the elves find me." ”

"It's impossible not to find you," I said lightly, "Your whereabouts have always been in the hands of the elven high-level leaders, but because of the laws of the town, I haven't had a chance to do anything to you." ”

Cecil was a little flustered: "Could it be ...... Do they already know I'm in Dasai? ”

"Do you think elven informants are really that incompetent? Can't even find out where a troubadour is? ”

"So what to do?" Cecil looked nervous and said, "Now is a troubled time, if one day Dasai City is also in chaos, won't I have to flee to other places?" ”

"No, no," I shook my hand and said, "I've already said just now, as long as you fully cooperate and tell you the truth, I'll cover you, but then again, you seem to have known that the elves are targeting you?" ”

He nodded with a serious expression: "Yes, I have known it for a long time, since the third book I came out." ”

"Oh?" I laughed, "Tell me, I love to hear about other people's privacy the most." ”

Cecil sighed and said, "Soon after the publication of my third book, I received an anonymous letter, which clearly stated that I should delete all the negative images of the legendary heroes of the elves, otherwise I would have to bear the consequences, and from that moment on, I knew that I was being targeted by the elves. ”

"Hmm" I nodded again and again: "The direction is very clear, it is indeed very characteristic of the elf race, and then, why didn't you stop writing books?" ”

"Actually......" said Cecil, after a pause, "I don't really like to write books, or desire a good pay, but I just want to carry forward the spirit of the troubadour." ”

"The Troubadour's ...... Spirit? ”

"Yes," Cecil said, "to sing the truth, let future generations know, and pass on the flame of history." ”

I wondered, "You're no longer a troubadour, why do you believe in this thing?" ”

"It's not a matter of not being a troubadour," Cecil said, "but a spirit, a heritage, and as long as I have been a troubadour, I will carry it on, pass it on." ”

"What a staunch troubadour," I asked, raising my eyebrows, "Well, I ask you, do you troubadours have a god of faith?" ”

"Yes," Cecil said, "is the God of creation." ”

He crossed his fingers, thought for a moment, and continued: "The God of Creation is the creator of this world, giving this world light and darkness, giving this world mountains and rivers, giving this world green trees and flowers, giving this world of human beings and all things, when everything enters a normal trajectory, he leaves here, allowing all things to reproduce and live freely, and he himself, just as a spectator, a guardian, quietly watching everything he creates. ”

(End of chapter)