Mysteries: Arcana Wars

"I'm talking about the Tesla twins, Shining Tesla and Sander Tesla, the masters of this generation of the Tesla family. There is intelligence that they are now in the underground city [Hazel Street]."

"Oh! Yes, Hazel Street!" Old Henry recalled. "Do you want to go see them?"

Leonard nodded.

"Hey, you found the right person!"

Old Henry fumbled around, pulled out a copper coin, and flicked it to Leonard.

"This is a token of the Tesla family. Take it and find a repair shop called [Electrical Repair] on Hazel Street. Give this copper coin to the repairman named Tony. He will take you to find Tesla, but whether you can meet him depends on luck."

The copper coin was a bit larger than the Rune pound currently in circulation. A large head was printed on the front and the person's name was written on the back: Kondra Tesla.

But the small line of Rune inscriptions below was completely incomprehensible. It seemed like another secret language was spelled out in Rune letters.

Is this the ancestor of the Tesla family? Or a very important inventor? I seem to have never heard of this name...

Leonard handed the Tesla copper coin to Klein, who had a "history diploma", and then quickly recalled. In his more than a thousand years of memory, he remembered many Teslas who made historical contributions, but the name Condra Tesla was the first time he heard it.

Logically speaking, the ancestor of an ancient family should have a very powerful and famous "ancestor", just like the relationship between Abraham's family and Bethel. This "ancestor" may not be the first person to create the family, but he must be someone who has made great contributions to the family and is a famous person in history.

Perhaps a great man from the extraordinary world, Leonard thought, perhaps crouching in some hidden corner, providing support to the family. Perhaps this was how they had survived the turbulent electrical age.

Fors plucked up his courage, quietly moved closer to take a look, and asked in a low voice.

"Kondra Tesla... who is this?"

"That... I really don't know." Old Henry replied, "No one cares who is on the Tesla coin. The symbolic meaning of this coin is far greater than its inscriptions and carvings... Maybe it's an important figure in the history of their Tesla family. Who knows? Those famous Teslas can be compiled into a whole book. Can you remember all the Teslas and their inventions?"

Fors was speechless for a moment. The history knowledge he learned in high school and college had long been returned to his teachers. Just remembering the names of so many Teslas was already an extreme challenge, not to mention linking them with all those random inventions.

It is difficult to pick out an absolutely representative leader from the long history of the Tesla family. We can only say that throughout the entire electrical era, there are a few people who, relatively speaking, have made more epoch-making contributions to the electrical revolution than other Teslas, and then they have been written into history textbooks and become a headache for students.

In that era of rapid development of electrical technology, it seemed that every Tesla was adding fuel to the huge machine of electrical technology, witnessing the rise and fall of the electrical age for 500 years, but some people had bigger firewood and some had smaller firewood. Unconsciously, the endless technologies of Tesla inventors became a kind of habit for people, and it was in this habit that the wheel of history slowly moved forward.

Old Henry looked around.

"Do you have any more questions? I have to go. I can't stay here too long."

"Can I ask a few questions?" Fors raised her hand.

"..." Old Henry glanced at Leonard and said, "Okay, go ahead and ask."

"Is anything okay?"

"If only I knew."

"What is the fourth life goal of Ms. Geraldine?"

"The fourth one?" Old Henry was stunned. "I don't know either. In fact, she only told me three. Why are you asking this?"

"It's nothing, just, purely curious..."

Fors drew back his head and stopped talking.

But Leonard felt something strange.

Even as an investigative reporter, Geraldine's informant contacts were too wide, and she would pay several stable informants in advance, which would keep the intelligence network running when she lost the ability to contact. At the same time, she also made backup plans to pass the intelligence to her boss Leonard when she was "unable to go to work".

Leonard even suspected that Geraldine's expected "inability to work" for a month was not due to being locked up in the hospital, but rather due to personal threats or extraordinary control.

The list provided by the reporter even included the name of the cyber ghost Kewau, but it was just a name, without any annotation tags or contact information.

This shows that the legend of Internet ghosts is real, and the reporter had really tried to contact Kewawu before, but still failed to obtain effective and stable contact information, and had no idea about Kewawu.

Geraldine...is she secretly investigating something dangerous?

Leonard and Klein looked at each other and fell into deep thought. After a moment, he paid the old man his commission and said goodbye.

Gradually blending into the atmosphere, Fors also waved goodbye to Old Henry cautiously.

The adventurer and the detective walked forward, and Fors followed behind with trepidation and curiosity. The winding pipes and facilities on the top made a sound, forming a background noise full of the characteristics of the dungeon. Amid the human voices and mechanical sounds, Fors felt that the garbled radio broadcasts were hallucinating and rustling in her ears. After hesitating for a long time, she grabbed the adventurer's suitcase in order not to fall behind.

Those inorganic, mechanical radio broadcasts sounded intermittently, rising and falling like waves, occasionally drowning out the roar of equipment in the underground city.

After understanding the nature of these auditory hallucinations, Fors began to try to listen to what kind of information was hidden in those fragmented broadcasts that would make her worthy of being hunted by so many people.

Suddenly, amid the mechanical broadcast, a vague line of poetry leaped out of the water like a sea beast and entered Fors’ mind.

It seemed... a lady was reading a poem written by Fors herself.

"…in the distance, in the horizon, in front of us…"

Her voice was hoarse by the wind, and like a handful of sand scattered on the water, lingering in my ears, as if there really was a lady whispering around this ancient underground city.

This made Fors subconsciously look around at the crowd, trying to find the source of the sound. Only then did she realize that the woman reading poetry was just part of her auditory hallucination.

Fors turned around and reached out to grab the detective's box again.

Several red-robed men flashed by in her peripheral vision and disappeared into the depths of the caves of Evernight Harbor.