Frick shook his head and returned to Brays Island.
I also saw a few villagers walking in groups across the dry algae fields, their bellies shaking.
He suddenly noticed a very strange situation: except for a few people with "normal" body shapes, most of the residents on the island were a little fat.
It wasn't as outrageous as Felix's, but it was also very different from the primitive people he had in mind.
The only source of meat for these people is falcons and other seabirds, right?
Frick frowned slightly.
He was a little surprised and didn't understand how these people could grow so strong and fat.
……
"You mean two suns?"
Hitzfeld asked, "Two suns?"
"hold head high?"
Ashley shook her head, "I'm not kidding! There are really two!"
"Tell me in detail?" Hitzfeld habitually touched the notebook, and then only touched his chest.
Oh yes, the little skirt with pockets on the chest has been torn by the storm...
"You can't see it now." Ashley shook her head again, "The fog needs to be thinner. It would be best if we wait until the Hot Wind Festival comes so that we can have a chance to see it."
"What exactly happened?"
"Yes - you can directly see two big fireballs in the fog? They are bright and hot, and very dazzling!"
We have to wait for the Hot Wind Festival again...
The corner of Hitzfeld's mouth twitched.
"Then..." She could only make the next best choice, "Where did you put that slate, the one your mother left behind wishing you a happy birthday?"
"Why do you ask?"
Ashley was immediately alert.
"That was given to me by my grandma. Grandpa Lindworm asked for it several times but I didn't give it to him... Of course I hid it!"
"I want to see it."
"No! I won't show it to you!"
"Ashley, this means a lot to me."
"No matter! I won't give it to you!"
So I don’t like dealing with children…
Hitzfeld's gums itched, so he had to change his train of thought and continued, "There are words your mother left for you on it, but it was covered up by special means, so you can't see it normally."
"Really?"
Ashley still had her doubts.
"real."
Hitzfeld nodded quickly.
"You can just stand by and stare at me. Even if it's fake, you can always take the slate back... What do you think?"
"I'll just trust Heath."
After thinking for a while, Ashley was finally convinced.
She ran out of the house and came back a few minutes later with a gray-black, book-sized slate, still threatening Hitzfeld.
"Have it!"
"Ah."
"If you break it, I'll beat you up."
"……Um."
"Anyway, you're so skinny, I can beat you with one hand, so don't even think about lying to me again."
"..."
Hitzfeld automatically ignored her provocation and took the slate.
Before she could even begin to examine the surface, she smelled a pungent odor.
Pungent, but not unpleasant.
Some smell like mixed herbs.
It smells faintly and a little fragrant.
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Chapter 31 Britney's List
When Hitzfeld lied to Ashley that the letter contained her mother's last words, he actually had no confidence at all.
After all, she only glanced at this thing from a distance and didn't know it or was not familiar with it. She said this simply because she thought the "little girl" was easy to bully.
A certain hook-nosed detective also likes to do this kind of thing, doesn't he?
Hitzfeld doesn't care about formal justice, as long as the result is good.
But now - when she actually held the slate and smelled the mixed aroma, she felt that she was at least more than 50% sure.
Because she knew these smells.
Even if there were some she didn't know, she had read the description and introduction in her notes.
"This should smell like grass... The ingredients are the simplest grass seed powder mixed with orchid scent..."
"This should be the wood dragon fruit scent... The ingredients are 2% wood dragon fruit peel powder, 1% wood dragon fruit pulp powder, 2% yam powder, and 5% fermented fruit puree..."
Ashley stood there in a daze. She felt that she was familiar with every syllable that came out of Hitzfeld's mouth, but she couldn't understand them when they were put together.
It’s just like the number of days… Even when grandma was still alive, it wasn’t that difficult to force her to recite the contents of those storybooks!
The human cub's natural fear of learning and knowledge was driving her to get away from Hitzfeld as soon as possible, but she was reluctant to let Hitzfeld and the slate be alone, so she could only wring her hands in agony and discomfort.
"...I understand." At this time, Hitzfeld finally said something she could understand.
"What do you know?" Ashley widened her eyes and glared at her fiercely.
"You have never washed this slate with water since you got it."
"how do you know?"
"It's very obvious... because if you really washed it, you would definitely find that it is actually a fake stone slab, and the outside is just a layer of dried medicinal mud."
Hitzfeld just recalled that the reason why the stone potato plant is called this name is because as long as a little bit of its fern root powder is added to it, any unknown liquid mixed into a paste will become as hard as a stone after drying.
This is obviously the case now. She strongly suspects that the stone slab in front of her is just a layer of stone-like medicinal mud. As long as the medicinal mud is broken, she can explore the truth inside.
"You're going to destroy the stone slab!" Ashley glared, "No! No!!"
"Well, let's do it step by step." Hitzfeld looked at her helplessly, "Grind the corners first. If there is something inside this thing, it will definitely show after grinding to a certain degree."
"This will both confirm my guess and avoid damaging the words on the stone tablet. What do you think? I have tried my best to consider it for you."
After much persuasion, coaxing and deception, Hitzfeld finally convinced Ashley to start from a sharp corner.
It has to be said that the conditions in this damn place were too simple. The only tool she could get was a whetstone.
He continued to trick Ashley into volunteering for hard labor by saying, "If I wear this thing out, you'll definitely feel uncomfortable." After more than an hour, Ashley finally screamed.
“Got it! Got it!!!”
She squatted on the ground, with a grindstone and a pile of black powder in front of her. She turned the slate in her hand over, revealing a layer of white substance inside one of the sharp corners that had been smoothed out.
Oh, actually it can’t be said to be white, it’s just too obvious against the black shell.
"There's also a wooden board in there."
Hitzfeld breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly felt more confident.
"If you want to know what's inside, you have to knock off the outer shell."
The brown-skinned woman looked at the slate and then at Hitzfeld, her expression changing from gloomy to bright.
"Ashley," Hitzfeld added fuel to the fire, "maybe that's why your mother left the slate there. She wanted you to break it."
Ashley said nothing.
After thinking it over, she gritted her teeth, found a very sharp knife - the material looked like it was made of a bird's beak - and began to pry the outer shell of the stone slab with force.
Wow – Wow –
Layer upon layer of black mud debris dripped down, and gradually, a light yellow wooden board, which was half the size of the original one, stood out.
Ashley held the wooden board carefully, wiped off the last layer of mud on its surface with the corner of her clothes, turned it over and took a look, but couldn't see anything special about it.
"Give me."
"..." and handed it directly to Hitzfeld.
Hitzfeld looked at Ashley with a look of disappointment, dug his fingernails into the tiny crack in the middle, and opened it like a book.
“So easy!”
Ashley jumped up and moved closer to her to watch.
The board was opened into two halves, and both inner surfaces were densely engraved with words.
It was Sarai, and they both knew every letter of the language.
But Ashley couldn't understand what they meant when spelled together; her vocabulary was limited to begin with.
Hitzfeld was also dazed at first, but as she read more, she quickly realized that this should be a list.
Universal rule: When you study a passage and find that you cannot understand it no matter how hard you read it from the beginning, you can try changing the reading order.
When she turned her attention to the end of this account, she immediately made a major discovery.
"Ashley Kay..."
Pointing his finger at the line of letters, Hitzfeld spelled out Ashley's name letter by letter.
"Your name goes at the end."
"And then there's 'Britney-Skye'... that's your mother's name."
"Britney Skye..."
Ashley repeated the name in a daze.
"Britney Skye... is... Amma?"
Hitzfeld ignored her mumbling.
She was thinking.
What did Britney mean by leaving this list?
Reading the list in reverse order, it looks like this:
Ashley Kay.
Britney Skye.
Lindbrokes.
Felix Auger.
There is a long list of names behind it, some simple and some complex.
Spreading over two wooden boards, the total number is at least more than 2000.
