Whispering Poems

Chapter 3285 "Drunkard" and "Professor"

Shade moved slightly to avoid blocking the view of the owl hanging upside down with the icicles outside the window, while the old ranger did not forget to explain:
"I didn't mean to steal anything. I was hungry and tired at the time, and I fell asleep after running into the castle tower. When I woke up, I was in a hurry and didn't notice that I rolled this into my clothes when I rolled up my coat."

The silk cloth was made of high-grade material, but when unfolded, it was only the size of two palms. It was probably just the right blanket for Mia. Miss Reinhart was attracted by the snake pattern on the silk cloth, and thought of the speculation about "fate". She began to wonder whether the old ranger's encounter with the castle twenty years ago was related to the local snake worship.

Xia De frowned and looked at the circle of patterns around the silk cloth. Most people would subconsciously ignore this decorative pattern, and even if they didn't ignore it, they wouldn't pay much attention to it. But to a foreigner with the ability of "knowing words", these patterns are clearly words, and the patterns on the four sides of the silk cloth are each a sentence. Xia De started from the top and translated in clockwise order -

[Snake sloughs reveal the secret of fate,

Blood dripped here is the first step to the stage;
The leading role is still vacant.

There is only one solution for the Shining One. 】

Without any verification, Xia De knew that this was a fragment of a poem, and it was a rare fragment of a poem that had four sentences at once. Before obtaining the two snake skins, Xia De might not have been able to understand the content of the four sentences, but now everything was clear.

Only by obtaining the snake skin and dripping blood upwards can one join the battle for fate, and only by becoming the "protagonist", that is, the protagonist, can one become the chosen one of fate.

Seeing that Shade had a serious expression, Miss Reinhardt beside him gently nudged him with her arm. Shade shook his head slightly, and then the witch heard a voice from her heart:
"can you hear me?"

"Can you hear telepathy? Wait, isn't this only possible for high-level people to connect to low-level people, or for absolute trust? What do you want to say?"

Xia De then told the witch the fragment of the poem he had translated, and the latter was naturally equally surprised. However, this was not the place to discuss this, so Miss Reinhardt very embarrassedly asked the old man who was guarding the forest to buy the item.

I thought the old man, who would cherish this proof of his "adventure" in his youth, would disagree, but I didn't expect him to nod after thinking about it:
"Claire, I don't want your money, but if you really find that castle and that white light, please tell me that my experience was definitely not an illusion."

He was determined not to accept the payment from the two, so Xia De took out his own "blood wine" made from grapes from his pocket as payment. Of course, the old man would not refuse this "cheaply packaged" wine, and he smiled:

"The climate on this island is not suitable for growing grapes. The wine we drink is much more expensive than in the Old World. This is a good thing."

As he said this, he went to get three wooden wine glasses, opened one of the five bottles of wine that Xia De had sent, and poured some for the three of them.

The wine was drunk in one gulp, and the witch lady with platinum-blonde hair immediately covered her mouth, with a faint blush on her face. The old man guarding the forest did not react so exaggeratedly. He just looked at the empty wooden wine glass in his hand and laughed:
"So I am really lucky in my life. I can still enjoy this kind of treatment when I am old. Mr. Watson, I think I am getting a bargain with the five bottles of wine you offered."

"What kind of wine? Let me taste it."

The voice came from behind, and Professor Reinhardt, who was holding his head, sat up from the small bed. As he spoke, he put on his glasses that had a reading of at least 800 degrees, and then he saw that besides his old friend, there was also his daughter and a strange young man.

The middle-aged man opened his mouth in surprise, and after confirming that this was not a dream, he said to Claire Reinhardt:

"Just like when you were a kid, don't tell your mother that I was secretly drinking. I won't tell her if you get into trouble in the future."

The ranger, Old Harman, was laughing on the side. This was Shade's first impression of Professor Reinhardt. Compared with Professor Manning and Professor Louisa, who also had the title of professor, he was an unreliable drunkard. Of course, Shade's opinion of him changed greatly afterwards because of his profound knowledge.

"Okay father."

Miss Reinhart nodded expressionlessly and glanced at Shade again:
"This is Mr. Watson, a stranger my grandfather invited to help, and also my friend."

"Hello, Mr. Watson."

The embarrassed middle-aged man stood up and shook hands with Xia De, quite curious about the relationship between the stranger and his daughter.

After Professor Reinhardt sobered up, the three of them prepared to return to the town. The old ranger sent them to the door, and then saw that Shade just touched the donkey, and it turned around and prepared to leave at Shade's command. Shade was really popular with the animals.

Shade drove in front, and the three of them returned smoothly to Kyle-Todd through the woods at the foot of the snow-capped mountains. During this period, when the owl flew over their heads again, Professor Reinhardt muttered that this didn't look like an owl from the main island, but the witch was still angry with her father, so she missed this important "clue".

Of course, on the way, Shade also talked to Professor Reinhardt about the forest ranger, Old Harman. Because forest rangers are a profession passed down from generation to generation, he knows quite a lot of legends about the snowy mountains. The professor learned a lot of stories from the forest rangers that are no longer circulated in the town. Although the professor is not a Fatu, he has lived in the town for more than 20 years and is no different from the Fatu.

After returning to the town, Miss Reinhardt did not tell her mother about her father's drunkenness. After sitting down in the study, Professor Reinhardt finally talked to Shad about the issues that outsiders were concerned about.

"Snake worship, things under the snow-capped mountains. These are indeed very important topics. You have read my research report this morning, right? To be honest, the things that have been published so far are just superficial traditions of the Fatu people.

Some secrets are not suitable to be written down and known by more people. I also have an obligation to protect this place. Mr. Watson, you should have some understanding of the local area. Before I answer your question, you should answer my question first: Do you think this snow mountain has consciousness? "

Xia De turned his head and looked at the snow-capped mountains outside the window. This study was on the second floor of the house, and the view of the snow-capped mountains from the window was very nice. Although life in a small town was not as convenient as in a big city, being able to see this kind of scenery every day was something that people in big cities could hardly imagine:

"Old people like Elder Harald generally regard snow mountains as 'pan-conscious' beings. That is, they have a certain consciousness, but it is far from the real soul and thought. Ordinary people in the local area think that snow mountains are just snow mountains, a sacred place with some kind of sacred meaning. In my opinion, snow mountains may have some kind of spirituality."

The only word Shade could think of was this:

“I don’t know whether mountains have consciousness, but once concepts such as thoughts and destiny are associated with a mountain, they will be affected by the mountain.”

The professor laughed:

"It took me ten years to come up with your answer. When I told my father-in-law about this idea, he smiled and said nothing. I bet you asked the elders whether there was something under the snow mountain. Did they say they didn't know? No, they know, but there are some things they don't want to say.

I can only use my research and experience to answer you from the perspective of an ordinary person. There is indeed something under this mountain, and that thing is related to the ancient "giant snake worship" that has been lost in the local area. This is a secret passed down from generation to generation by the elders of the Fatu people, and not even every elder knows it. The following words can only be understood from the perspective of mythology. Maybe it is the slough of a giant snake, or the scales left by a legendary snake god, or just a series of caves drilled in the mountain by a giant snake with magical powers.

Mr. Watson, I am just an ordinary person, and there is not much I can tell you. If you want to know more, you can only investigate on your own. Not to explore the known ancient buildings or the remains of the Fatu people, but to explore the legends and myths. These are all things I cannot do. "

He sighed, but didn't say much:
"You can always come and ask me questions in the future. Few outsiders are interested in the legends of the Fatu people, and I am willing to talk more about these issues with young people. Of course, next time you visit, you don't have to bring fruits and eggs. There are not as many rules in small towns as in big cities."

After sobering up, Professor Reinhardt showed a very calm temperament:

"Also, there is one very important thing I want to ask you. I wonder if you can answer it."

"Of course, ask."

Professor Reinhardt sighed again:
"So, what is your relationship with Claire?"

Xia De glanced at the owl standing on the windowsill outside the window after using the invisibility spell, blocking his view of the snow-capped mountains. The owl's round face was almost completely pressed against the glass. She was very excited about this question. Now Miss Reinhardt was downstairs, so the owl used the invisibility spell openly without fear of being noticed.

As an artist, she also has the usual qualities of an artist, such as the "oil painting" after the woodland story, and her special interest in the complex relationships between people:

"Ms. Rhinehart and I are just friends, at least for now."

Shade, unwilling to lie, asked, and then he found that Professor Reinhardt was looking at him with a very complicated look. He was a little dazed:
"You know what? The moment you opened your mouth just now, I felt like I was back to more than 20 years ago, except now I'm no longer the one being questioned."

PS: This chapter's picture is "Professor Reinhardt"