BXBX NOVEL 79 Lesson 78
"Well, we'll start with the information I was wondering about."
"Okay, I'll do the secretary first."
Aotea took the pen she had taken out.
"I was mainly talking about the Dragon Nation. They lost their heroes in the battle a thousand years ago, and since then they've never seen their name again in history."
Aeta, who had previously gathered information on the Dragon Nation, nodded at the words.
"Apparently, that's as much information as I used to have when I looked into it. There was nothing in the books I saw that describes the current news of the Dragon Nation"
Deena nods back, too.
"That's right. I wasn't able to get any more information at first either, so I was convinced it was something like that. But the book I borrowed from the secretary this afternoon said something from a slightly different perspective."
"Those two seemed better than I thought..."
Aotearoa was impressed once again by the two of us who had drawn on their vague requests and prepared the necessary books.
"First, they say the Dragon Nation will leave a treasure upon his death. And it said it would grow proportionally to age"
"Hmm... then his would have been quite a size. Anyway, at that point, you were supposed to be over 500 years old."
"Right, they say the Dragon Nation has less life expectancy at all because of the nature of their preference for battle. It may have been rare to live beyond five hundred years in it."
The two of them had a figure of him floating in their brains who was a hero of the war.
"Continue. Its a jewel, but they say that things like over a hundred years seem to exist and have a lot of magic in them like they are also called national treasures to the clan, or some of them are sealed with memories. There have been many times in history when those who know about it have been targeted."
Aotea caught on to that part of her memory, but Deena nodded when she saw the change in her expression.
"I thought the same thing. As I gained my brother's memory in a pair of connections, I wonder if the Dragon Nation also got information from the jewels about the backdrop of the battle. And didn't you hide yourself to protect that jewel? That's what I thought."
Aotea was leaning her neck as she wrote Deena's opinion.
"Hmm, I thought so too, but I wonder... how that jewel got into the hands of the Dragon Nation? And if it's part of our memory, it's possible that it's not a memory of our battle. I feel like it's a bit of a decision maker."
"That's where I come out with the other person in my memory. I thought it would be better if you gave it to the dragon people with the jewels and the information."
Aotearoa heard it and thought it might be possible to compare it with the information she had.
"Besides, I don't think it would be strange to be at war with dragon and human beings if they had received the story of inheritance as truth, but that hasn't seemed to have happened in the last thousand years. Why haven't we fought, isn't that the truth?"
Aotea gave her face when she finished writing down Deena's story on the paper.
"That's possible. Looking for the Dragon Nation's whereabouts is not one hand. The problem is…"
"Where, right? Who gave that jewel to the Dragon Nation, if that's what you know, maybe."
Aotearoa shook her head to the side.
"I agree with whoever pursues it, but if he, or his descendants, knows about it... it'll be hard. Dragon tribes have strong ties between races in the first place. I don't know where you'll find out about it if you divulge information about your whereabouts other than your own, you won't take that risk. You're putting your people at risk."
"Really? It's hard when..."
Deena drops her shoulders and looks down.
"Disappoint me when you hear me. I'm talking about dwarves."
Deena responded greatly to Ethereal's words and gave her face a bulge.
"Guess what. Probably."
Aotea grinned toward Deena.
"First of all a dwarf, but since the death of his elder a thousand years ago, he said the clan has fallen apart, divided into small settlements and scattered all over the continent. As the name suggests, dwarfs are small and inferior to other races, so they often behave in groups."
"Even then, all the dwarves were gathered under the elders to form a single nation. So there's no one to put it together because the elders are dead, and it's falling apart?
Ethereum answers the words with a few thoughts.
"... I think that's a good chance. But I can't even imagine the elders didn't mention it when they were traveling. Well, there's a good chance the clan's fallen apart."
Deena also replied with a thought to Aotearoa's words.
"Hmm, but I guess it's because of the disagreement that it will fall apart...... will the clan contend until the elders' words are left unscathed?
"Right, that's what I thought, too. I don't know the facts, so I go ahead with the hypothetical story, but it's odd that there's no reason unless the contested results in pieces. So I figured it might be the elder who survived the scene that Deena told me."
Deena was nodding yeah.
"If you're an elder, it's no wonder you know about the treasure, and you can understand taking it to the Dragon Nation. Besides, if elders were to divide the dwarves into pieces, we'd all be convinced."
"Then you'll get the muscles... but that would be if the elders were alive, too, wouldn't it? I hope there's some basis there."
"Yeah, it's just circumstantial evidence that if you did, you'd be stuck. I looked for something there, but there was something about the Beastmen."
"The Beast Clan, is it?
Deena raised her doubts with one finger in her mouth.
"Like the Dragon Nation, the Beast Nation is a clan of fights. But I'm not in a fight with people. I don't think we're getting along."
"So there's a reason, just like the Dragon Nation."
"It will, so I went back a lot...... apparently, there was a different story left in the kingdom of the Beastman than that passed down to other countries. Now it seems that the same story prevails as in other countries, but in its different inheritance, the brave men were returned with early repatriation magic and the brave men of dragon men, elves and beasts were killed by the hand of another. And the name of the author of that story is Grevin"
Deena took a breath in the name.
The elder's name was Gregor Marvin, and he was called Gregor, Marv, etc. by the familiar ones, but the party members of Aotearoa and his family called him the nominee Gremmer, which Aotearoa had devised. At that time, the name rejected by the elders themselves was Grevin.