Whispering Verse

Chapter 833 "Water of Wisdom"

"fairy tales?"

"Yes, the ancient fairy tale "Water of Wisdom," my writer friend mentioned this to me."

Shade nodded, turned around and raised the portable kerosene lamp in his hand to illuminate the stone tablet again, coughed and translated:

"Kings, warriors, and scholars sought out the wise man in the lake to find the solution to a difficult problem. The solitary wise man drew water from the lake in a flask, claiming that it was the water of wisdom that would give them answers. But everyone must Ask your own questions, and only the most difficult ones are worth using this treasure.”

Shade paused for a moment, then slowly moved the kerosene lamp in his hand downward:

"The king raised the problem of governing the kingdom, the brave man raised the problem of defeating the evil dragon, and the scholar raised the problem of cracking the ancient mechanism box. In order to obtain the water of wisdom, the king sent an army to defeat the evil dragon, and the brave man smashed the mechanism box with his sword. , the scholar proposed a method to govern the kingdom. Everyone gained wisdom, so the wise man poured the water back into the lake."

Reaching forward and touching the stone tablet to confirm that it was not a relic, Shade read out the last sentence:

[Knowledge is power, and extraordinary wisdom is the most precious wealth. 】

The last line of text is in cursive ancient letters. It is the end of fairy tales. This method is usually used to summarize the ideas expressed in the story or to sublimate the theme. Dorothy believes that this is to make the story look better than the writers thought. More profound.

"Sister, that's all it says. Of course, some of the letters are really blurry, so I'm relying on guesswork to figure out the meaning. There may be problems with the details, but this is the general story."

He took a step back, stood with Sister Devlin and looked at the stone tablet:

"In the past few months, I have often encountered situations where the story itself is a metaphor for what happened in the past. Nuns, perhaps kings, warriors and scholars, themselves represent some kind of divided but united force. These ancient fairy tales, once connected with legends, Together, it really becomes more interesting the more I think about it.”

Shade smiled. Folklore, fairy tales and literature are the contemporary keys to the past, and outsiders are very interested in them.

The fairy tale "Water of Wisdom" is very famous in this world. It is an interesting and educational fairy tale. Not only the literature itself, it has also been adapted into multiple versions of dramas and operas. In different versions, the three professions of king, warrior and scholar will also be replaced by characters such as gambler, knight, businessman and even dragon. However, The flow of the story is roughly the same.

In operas, the trip to the lake is usually one act each, the conversation with the scholar is one act, and the final act is about mutual resolution of problems.

This is a more famous local fairy tale than "Kiss of the Tree". Its discussion about honor, wisdom and unity still affects contemporary literature in the steam age, and "water of wisdom" represents the wisdom that does not exist but tempts people. The concept has also deeply affected the thinking about wisdom and sin - the above content was mentioned by the blonde writer Miss and Shade.

Shade was quite confident that this fairy tale was not brought to this world by a foreigner like him, but a local fairy tale.

Sister Devlin hesitated for a moment and nodded slightly:

"Although the content is somewhat unexpected, at least it is not completely fruitless. It seems that the Order is going to find some ring magicians who are proficient in ancient literature for help."

Dorothy and Lesia are both proficient in these fairy tales, but Sister Devlin needs to find someone who is probably more proficient in these fairy tales than them:

"Sister, do you know the [Hermitage of Guiding Light]?"

Shade thought for a moment and asked, then took one last look at the stone tablet, turned around and left with Sister Devlin.

The nun wearing a silver eyepatch nodded slightly:

"I know that they believe in doomsday theory and are actively preparing for it. But the monastery does not have an open organization, so it is difficult to find them."

"I know several of them. One of them guards the lighthouse in Coldwater Port and runs the black market of ring warlocks. I will tell you his location and you can send someone to ask him for advice."

Shade was talking about Mr. Edmond, the folklorist.

"Okay, there is also a Snake Heart Hospital in the area around Coldwater Port."

Sister Devlin hesitated:

"Shad, if you are willing to help the Order, we will not treat our friends badly. Last Wednesday on the cliff of Sikal Mountain, you said that you did not want to repay, but just wanted to know the truth. But I can't tell you whether the end of the world will happen. It’s real, so what else do you need?”

In fact, the First Fire itself is power, and Shade does not need any more rewards from the nuns. But seeing that this nun, who usually spoke very coldly, looked very determined at this time, he thought for a while:

"Does the spiritual cult know the true legends related to the gods? For example, the gods once left power in a certain place, or some evil cults hold some special items, or the saints once resided in a certain place."

This is preparation for the next drop of divinity. If Shade can once again find the divinity sealed in the material world, such as the divinity in the [God's Gift Box] and the fish-man's golden pearl, then of course there is no need to borrow [ Blasphemy Cross] to draw. But if he is unlucky, he may have to face the gods again.

The nun thought for a while:

"There are many such legends all over the Old World, but for the more real ones, I can only think of the 'Hunting Ceremony of the God of Ice and Snow' in the far north of the Old World, and the 'Lady of the Lake' near the city of Carsonlik Huntington in the middle of the Old World. Legends, and stories about forest spirits in the primeval forests of the southern tip of the Old World.”

Shade took note of this information and planned to ask Mr. Edmond for further advice. The nun added:

"Although I don't know what you want to do, it must be very dangerous to explore these legends related to the great ones. The library of the Order has a lot of books. If necessary, you can come at any time from the entrance of the Middle Fort Snake Heart Hospital Here, Shade, you are a friend of the Order."

She withdrew the burning flame in the center of the sacrificial field, pulled out the [Ashes] sword, and left with Shade.

[Ask her something. 】

There was a murmur in his ears, and Shade suddenly asked again:

"Sister, when you arrived at Lake Bena on Wednesday night and saw my cat, I mean, when you saw little Mia, did it already have the blood-red ring on its tail?"

"Yes."

Xia De widened his eyes slightly and asked again:

"After the Battle of Fort Midhill, did the church find other relics related to vampires in the Sikal Mountains?"

The nun nodded:

"Yes, after the god left, he did not take away the summoning relics. Now, these relics have been transferred to different parishes to prevent them from being aggregated by vampires again."

Shade was finally relieved. The [Vampire Ring] appeared on Mia's tail. Probably after he defeated the vampire god, the ring happened to fall to the shore of Lake Bena and was picked up by the cat waiting for Shade.

That afternoon, Shade stayed at the headquarters of the [Spiritual Cultivation Order], listening to Sister Devlin's introduction to the order, and getting better ways to use the First Fire from her.

In the evening, Sister Devlin sent Shade back to Fort Midhill. At this time, the autumn rain had begun to stop. Although there was a lot of water on the road, it stopped raining. Shade took a carriage from Snake Heart Hospital to Loranta Manor where Miss Aurora lived.

The affairs of the third chosen one are over, and the great witch is leaving Midhill Castle. She still remembered that Shade had promised to attend the banquet she held, so during dinner that night, she formally invited Shade to come to her farewell banquet on Wednesday.

Shade naturally agreed. Although he was very eager to find a new divinity, he had decided to put aside other things for the time being and take a short break to relieve the fatigue since the beginning of autumn.

It was already eight o'clock in the evening when he returned home from Fort Midhill. Shade went to Luvia's rented apartment again. At ten o'clock exactly, he threw the flame from the kerosene lamp into Luvia's house. in the brazier.

Sister Devlin's clone walked out of the brazier, but because it was a clone that appeared from a long distance, it was almost a projection and did not even have the ability to fight. But that's enough, after all, this time it's just for conversation.

Shade didn't know what Luvia and Sister Devlin said, because he didn't stay, but went home tiredly, leaving Luvia to talk alone. The purple-eyed girl seems to have something that she doesn't want Shade to know, and Shade respects her secret.

Just when I opened the door with the key, the lights were on in the hall and on the stairs. Shade hesitated for a moment. He clearly remembered that the lights were turned off when he left:

"There was a burglar in the house? Who would be so bold as to steal in the Saint Teresa Square neighborhood?"

Carrying the cat that came downstairs to greet him, he came to the second floor and saw Dorothy sitting on the sofa.

Hearing the footsteps, the writer stood up from the sofa:

"Good evening, Shade. I'm here to return the key."

She shook the key in her hand. It was given to her by Shade on Saturday night, but because a lot of things happened that night, Shade forgot to get the key back.

"Return the key? No, no, this key belongs to you."

Shade said while putting his coat on the hanger at the door:

"Don't you often come to me to look through the detective records in the study? With this key, you can come in at any time even if I'm not at home."

He tried to keep his tone as normal as possible.

"Belongs to me?"

The blonde girl showed a bright smile, did not refuse, and carefully put it into the pocket of her skirt:

"This Wednesday, the first volume of "Hamilton's Detective Stories" will be released. I brought you a box of books that you can give to your friends. I put those books in your study room. However, when I passed by your bedroom door just now, why was your bed missing?"

"It collapsed after Saturday night. Later, Lesiya's maid came to clean up the carpet and flowers, and took away the remains of the bed. Leziya said she would pick out new furniture for me this week and redecorate the bedroom."

Shade said hesitantly, not letting himself show a strange expression.

But Miss Writer almost immediately understood what he wanted to express. Her face turned red, she wanted to laugh but was a little shy:

"Really, Lesiya was so excited that night. I'll talk to Leziya tomorrow and ask her to get a new bed as soon as possible, otherwise you're going to sleep on the sofa. This time it will definitely be solid."