C2

Lan Feng almost did not hear a single word of the instructors' lesson, as he had been in a daze for half a day in the morning. He had discovered too many illogical things on his body, so what did this mean?

First was the backlash from three years ago, both magic and battle qi. In fact, backlash only occurred in one situation, and that was when one used a move that surpassed one's ability in battle. At that time, he was in the midst of meditating. According to theory, there shouldn't have been any backlash.

And then there was that dream, the dream of day and night, but the figure in that dream was something he had never seen before, so how could he talk about it? Besides, the same dream had happened for three consecutive years, and thousands of nights had passed without interruption. No matter what, this could not be justified.

Finally, it was what had happened outside the academy in the morning. The words he had suddenly said were not his own intent at all, as if there was someone else controlling him. What was going on? Is there some kind of relationship between them?

After the instructor left the podium and left the classroom, Lan Feng could no longer stay any longer and applied for an afternoon leave and quickly ran out of the academy. He was determined to tell Grandfather what had happened to him. With Duke Longth's experience, perhaps he could discover something …

Halfway there, a loud noise came from the front. A small group of patrolling soldiers surrounded the roadside, and the captain of the squadron scolded loudly, "You have to get permission to conduct business in the imperial city. Old man, I don't care who you are, hurry up and leave this place! "

"Respected soldiers of the Empire, I really don't have any money. My wife is very sick, and we haven't had any food for two days," the old man said with a trembling voice.

Lan Feng would normally not care about this kind of thing, but for some reason, he suddenly walked over.

By the side of the road, an old man wearing tattered clothes with a head of white hair was sitting on the ground. He was holding a black metal box in his arms, making him look quite pitiful. The box had a dirty and lackluster appearance, but the old man seemed to think of it as a treasure.

When the leader of the group saw Lan Feng, he immediately bowed and bowed to him. In this tiered country, no matter how much Lan Feng excluded the enemies in the noble circle, to ordinary people, his identity was still shockingly high. At the very least, he could not afford to offend a small patrol leader.

Lan Feng nodded his head, then looked at the old man and asked: "Old man, what are you selling?"

Although the old man didn't know him, he could tell from the captain's attitude that the young man in front of him had an extraordinary identity. He respectfully said: "Sir, this little one accidentally got this box. There are four books inside."

"Scroll?" Lan Feng was stunned, and asked: "You sell these scrolls? Just what kind of book is that? "

The old man quickly stood up and held the box as he said, "I don't know what's written on it either, but I'm sure it's good stuff. If you want to buy it, you only need ten no no!" "5 gold coins is enough!"

The squad leader patted the warrior's sword on his waist and shouted, "You are so untactful, you want to sell a few crappy books for five gold coins? Do you know that my monthly salary is only five gold coins?!"

Lan Feng laughed, took out 10 gold coins from his pocket and gave it to the old man, then took the black box, without opening it, he turned and left. The old man's face blossomed into a smile as he gazed at the old man's departing back.

He did not understand the book in the box at all, nor did he know what it was. It was originally just a test to try his luck, hoping to exchange some money to treat his wife. He didn't expect that just a broken box and a few books would actually be bought by someone, and that it would be at least 10 gold coins. One had to know that ten gold coins was more than enough for an ordinary person to eat and drink for a year. Even the squadron leader of the imperial city only had five gold coins a month!

Not only was the old man stripped of two gold coins by the team leader, Lan Feng didn't understand why he would go over there when he was usually indifferent and meddlesome. Within a day, there were two uncontrollable incidents. Obviously, the target was this box, so he bought it. On the surface, he appeared calm, but in his heart, he could not wait any longer. He had to return as soon as possible and find a secluded place to see what was inside the box.

He rushed into the Duke's Mansion in a hurry, and a shadow almost bumped into him: Lan Feng! What happened in such a hurry? "

When Lan Feng saw that the person was actually his own father, he was anxious about the black box and quickly replied: "Father, I'm feeling a little uncomfortable, I need to go and rest."

"Not feeling well?" Count Singh's face changed as he anxiously asked, "What happened? Not comfortable there? I'm going to get a doctor right now. "

As Lan Feng watched his father's panicked expression, an indescribable feeling surged through his heart. Three years ago, he had fallen from the peak of the mountain into the abyss, and although it was true that others had made him a laughingstock, the elders and relatives of the Duke's Mansion didn't look down on him in the slightest. Instead, they cared even more for him. The only reason he could be so indifferent and calmly facing so much pressure was to a large extent due to the warmth of his family, causing his heart to continue to beat vigorously.

He couldn't be mediocre, couldn't be looked down upon, couldn't let his relatives be shamed!

Lan Feng secretly clenched his teeth, and then revealed a smile: "Dad, I'm fine, I'm just a little tired, I'll be fine after a rest."

Singh heaved a sigh of relief and looked at his son's back as he walked into the inner court. He murmured, "Could it be that those bastards have started to gossip again? Sigh, after the coming of age ceremony, let him go to the ancestral land. At the very least, there won't be too much of a criticism.

Without going to find his grandfather to ask about the suspicions in his heart, Lan Feng quickly ran into his room, locking the door firmly. Even Feilly had been rejected outside his room.

Sitting in front of the desk, looking at the black box nervously, he took a deep breath, as if he was uncovering a world shocking mystery. Finally, the box was opened. Four books were neatly stacked together and his face was filled with disappointment.

The thickest of the four books were only thirty pages or so, and the thinnest were only a few pages. They were made of a material that was neither paper nor silk, slightly yellow in color. Unfortunately, just as the old man had said, Lan Feng was completely unable to understand the writing on it. Even with his understanding of the ancient languages of the various countries on the continent, he had never seen such a strange writing before.

After looking through it for a while, he could not find any traces to translate, until Feilly's voice came from outside, "Young master, it's time to eat."

Hiding three of them under the bed, Lan Feng took the thinnest book into his arms and walked towards the dining hall.

"Big brother, come and eat."

The one who spoke was a fourteen or fifteen year old youth. He was called Lan Lei, Lan Feng's cousin, the son of Count Singh's own younger brother, Viscount Xin Le. It could be because he was born from a genius' bloodline in the Moche family. Only fifteen years old, he already possessed the strength of a high ranking Yellow Stage fire attribute Magician.

At the head of the table sat an old man who seemed to be in his fifties. He looked to be in high spirits, and was the current patriarch of the Moche family, Duke Longth. Below them were Count Singh, Viscount Xin Le, Lan Lei's mother, Laura, and the little princess of the Mo Chell family — the eight-year-old Lan Yun.

Seeing Lan Feng walk in, Duke Longth smiled and waved: "Lan Feng, come and eat dinner, come and sit at Grandfather's place."

Lan Yun pouted and muttered, "Grandpa is the best to his cousin."

Lightly patting her little head, Laura jokingly scolded, "Our little princess is actually jealous. How could grandpa not love you?"

Lan Yun giggled, and said in a charming voice, "Of course grandfather will love Yun'er, it's just that, cousin Lan Feng."

"Yun'er!"

Xin Le glared at her. Lan Yun was so frightened that he quickly stuck out his tongue and swallowed his words. Suddenly, the atmosphere in the dining room became awkward. Everyone knew that Lan Yun's unintentional words would probably make Lan Feng sad again.

Lan Feng looked at the crowd who were laughing coyly, his heart feeling like it had flipped over. The family was careful not to touch the hidden pain in his heart. However, the truth was the truth. Not mentioning it did not mean that it did not exist.

"It's fine, it's nothing." Lan Feng forced out a smile and sat beside Singh. He turned to Duke Longth and asked, "Grandfather, how many different languages are there in the entire continent? I mean something that's been around for a long time and has hardly ever been seen. "

"Lan Feng, why did you suddenly ask about this?" It was definitely a good thing that he was able to extricate himself from the earlier awkwardness.

Duke Longth thought for a moment, and lightly shook his head, "There are many, many changes in time. It is unknown just how many years have passed.

Lan Feng took out an ancient book from his bosom and handed it over to Longth: "Grandfather, have you seen these words before?"

Duke Longth read it carefully for a few minutes, and after a long while, he finally returned the ancient book back to him and said, "Although this book wasn't created in recent years, judging from its texture, it should be at most five hundred years old. This meant that the language used was not too long ago. In fact, I had understood most of the different languages in a thousand years, so I had at least seen some of them before. I don't recognize the words on this book either. Maybe it's the words of some small tribe in the Wilderness. "

Duke Longth was unable to answer the question on Lan Feng's mind, but he had a bold guess: There might really be something hidden in this book. If it was written by a member of the Savage Tribe, how could they use their technology to create such an exquisite book?

An undecipherable book with strange words written on it that he could not understand. Moreover, even if it was translated, it might not be very useful. However, Lan Feng somehow felt that this ancient book, that was not even worth mentioning, was a heavenly great opportunity for him. Why did such a feeling appear? What was a chance? He doesn't even know himself