"Okay." Hitzfeld took a breath: "The name is... Aibu, Gesar."
As I said the name, an extremely strong feeling of being watched came over me.
But this feeling only lasted for a moment, as if it just swept over her body briefly and there was no follow-up.
Her body sank, and Xia Yibing fell directly onto her back.
Smail's performance was slightly better, but even so he retreated three steps, his eyes wide open, looking frightened.
"Evil God!" He gritted his teeth, "Only the evil god has this kind of power!"
"A new evil god that is not on record..."
Xia Yibing finally calmed down a little at this time, but her face was still pale, and even her words were weak.
Only Hitzfeld seemed a little confused.
This name... Does this name have such a terrible effect on other people's ears?
Then why am I fine?
When I made eye contact with that thing in the hallucination, the collar was quite tight... Now no matter how I think or say it, it doesn't seem to matter.
"It's the right decision this time." Smail concluded directly.
There is a high probability that the Creeper Tribe is worshipping an evil god... and this evil god is most likely the cause of the corruption of the Red Soil Plains.
Just for discovering this secret, it would be a great achievement for them to go back now.
"What's going on over there?"
Hitzfeld heard an argument ahead.
It was farther away than the fire, leading to the deepest part of the lower tunnel. She could only vaguely see a few shadows standing there.
"I gonna go see."
Smail ran over.
After a while he came back.
"It's Hart," he said.
"He found some carved murals in the tunnel ahead."
Chapter 49: Stone Wall Carvings
Led by Smail, Hitzfeld saw many people lying on the other side of the cave.
Surviving is one thing, surviving mostly intact is another. Smail did say 32 people survived, but some of them were also seriously injured.
"Six of them had their arms and legs broken, and one has been in a coma and hasn't woken up yet." Smail briefly described the situation to her. "He lost too much blood... All his limbs below the knee were crushed. We gave him antibiotics, and we hope he can pull through."
"Where do the eggs come from?" Hitzfeld asked him suddenly.
I didn't feel anything when I was eating it, but now that I think about it, it's hard for such fragile ingredients to survive the impact.
"Those are bird eggs..." Smail's expression turned a little strange, "Hart brought his broken bird with him, and hid it in his pocket...After he came down, the bird has been laying eggs desperately."
"..." Hitzfeld had to try his best to recall the taste at that time, but no matter how he thought about it, it seemed to make no difference.
As he spoke, the figure in front became clearer.
She saw Darent first. The wooden figure stood at the outermost edge of the crowd, leaning against the wall of the cave with one hand, looking nonchalant.
Then came Willensel and Leah, the archaeology teacher and student, each holding a wall, looking as if they couldn't wait to put their faces against it for a closer look.
The others were some scattered knights wearing leather armor and chain mail. It was worth mentioning that the Hart Knight stood very far away from the crowd, standing alone more than ten meters away, and only the vague silhouette of his upper body could be seen.
Hitzfeldt looked over there for a few seconds, walked closer to Leah, and whispered in her ear, "What is this?"
"Oh! Miss Hitzfeld!" Leah was startled by her and jumped away, covering her chest. She was relieved when she found it was her.
She was wearing a hoodie, and although the sleeves were wide, the thick bandages wrapped around her wrists were still visible.
Then she hesitated and said, "Well...thank you very much...for saving us once again."
"Is it Weirencel who told you to say that?"
“Eh! How did you know…!?”
"You're not the type to thank others." Hitzfeld smiled at her. "You can handle normal social situations, but when it comes to thanking and apologizing, you don't seem to be that proactive."
"Really? Even a really lively girl wouldn't choose to apply for the Archaeology Department."
"But--Ms. Hitzfeld!" Leah was a little anxious when she heard her say that, "I didn't--"
"I know you won't let this weaken your emotions." He raised his hand to stop her and tilted his head to look at the stone wall. "There's no need to say so much. If you really want to thank me, you might as well tell me this."
What she saw was enough to make one shake their head in amazement.
It was a carved mural that extended from the bottom of the stone wall to the ceiling, and the object carved was exactly what she had seen not long ago - the crawler.
But compared to the image wrapped in mist, the creature in the mural looks much more detailed.
This creeper was also wearing a rag cloak, but his hands and feet were exposed. His arms and fingers were exactly the same as what she had seen, but his feet were a bit scary. They had twisted joints and were bent back like animal feet.
She paid special attention to the toes on this thing's single foot and confirmed that it had five toes, but one of them was twisted backwards, and each toe had sharp claws.
Glancing at Leah again, Hitzfeld had a questioning look in his eyes.
She didn't quite understand. It was just a carved mural. Was it worth getting so close to look at it so intently?
"There are many tricks here, Miss Hitzfeld..." Leah coughed and changed her tone to a serious one, "First... when we look at this kind of carved mural, don't worry about its content. We should start with its carvings."
"Through this... here... and here..." She pointed at a few places with her finger, "It can be clearly determined that this was not carved with professional tools, but it is also not a primitive tool, such as a bone knife, stone knife, or that kind of hard stone."
"What was it carved from?"
"Dagger." Leah said with certainty, "Look there, a little above, there are some abrupt deep scratches, which are obviously not formed naturally. That should be because the author needed leverage when carving on it, or he may have lost his strength and was about to slip, so he was forced to use the knife as a support point... Those are marks that can only be formed by a fine steel weapon, and the marks left by a carving knife cannot be so deep and long."
"Then he must have extraordinary strength and stamina." Xia Yibing, who had been listening, couldn't help but interrupt, "Because he kept carving until that point before he ran out of energy... Most people don't have that kind of strength."
"You are also very observant, Miss Imaer."
"This is my job."
"So this is the mystery of archaeology." Leah nodded to them, "Through these subtle clues, we can now tell that the person who left the carvings was a person with extraordinary physical strength and who would carry a dagger with him."
"Isn't it interesting? I personally always think that archaeologists are a different kind of detective~"
It's obvious that Leah really loves this job and she can't stop talking about it.
Hitzfeld was a little embarrassed to remind her... There were very few people who could enter the Red Earth Plains under Onsin's scrutiny. If he continued to identify "extraordinary physical fitness" and "carrying weapons", it was basically 100% certain that the sculptor was a Flint Knight.
"The second is to judge how long the marks have been preserved based on the soil quality, temperature and humidity."
At this point, Leah's tone became serious.
"There is a strict mathematical formula involved, and the results are very accurate with very low errors!"
"Then how do we get the temperature and humidity data?"
"Well..."
Leah couldn't help but start scratching her head.
“We originally had measuring tools.”
"But when it fell, the bumps were so big that some things got broken..."
Xia Yibing has already started rubbing her eyebrows.
All this talk is nonsense.
"But there is still a way to judge the time from the side!" Leia quickly tried to remedy the situation and pointed to the position next to the crawler on the mural.
"Look there!"
"The engraver left something like writing!"
"If we can decipher those characters, we might be able to figure out not only the time, but also why he left the murals!"
"You call those scribbles 'words'?"
Darent had been leaning back and listening for a while, but finally couldn't stand it anymore and let out a clear sneer.
He did have the confidence to laugh, because he was not completely unfamiliar with ancient characters. Due to the special nature of his profession, although he could not translate ancient characters, he could at least recognize whether they were characters.
As far as he knew, no ancient writing looked like that.
Various interlaced notches, circles, crosses and slashes... densely packed together.
This can't be text.
"It looks more like some kind of encryption code to me."
After he said this, the others were stunned for a moment and turned to look at Smail.
"do not ask me."
Smail's scalp felt numb.
"I didn't know such a code was used in the parish. I never saw it!"
Look at Flick again.
"How long have I been in this damn place?" Frick glared, "Can you guys use some basic logic?"
"This doesn't really look like some kind of text..."
Xia Yibing leaned closer and touched the marks.
She knew the most about this kind of thing. You have to know that words have rhythm. Judging from such a simple composition, she estimated that the meaning these characters could express would not exceed a phrase.
"But I don't understand... If it was really done by the Flint Knight, he should have fallen from it accidentally?"
"He might be trapped and killed underground. Why would he use a code in this case?"
"Because he was already polluted when he carved these things, his remaining rationality did not want later generations to understand its meaning."
A voice suddenly came from below.
Everyone turned around and saw Knight Hart walking towards them step by step.
He was wearing a cloth robe, barefoot, holding a yellow-billed crow in his arms, and the expression on his face was mostly obscured by the darkness.
"Hart... can you understand?"
Smail stared at this familiar companion in surprise.
"I learned some of it when you were doing other things." Hart nodded. "This is a special code from the period of 1862-1864. At that time, only the Gold Rank was allowed to master it."
“There are many murals like this one ahead.”
He turned around.
"follow me."
"I'll tell you who he is."
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Chapter 50 The Origin of Worms
Following Hart's footsteps, a group of people holding lanterns and torches moved forward cautiously.
There is indeed more than one mural.
As the distance lengthened, five meters... ten meters... fifteen meters... under Hitzfeld's gaze, one mural after another of similar specifications but different contents appeared on both sides of the tunnel.
They appear every 4-5 meters, and a total of three murals have appeared so far.
The first was the one she and Leah had discussed, just a standing creeper.
The second carving also shows a creeper, but the difference is that the creeper in this carving has taken off its tattered cloak, completely exposing its twisted and terrifying body.
By the light of the fire, I got a closer look and found that this terrifying creature was indeed humanoid. It had a torso and limbs like a human, and its head also had the concept of "five senses".
It has no hair, and its entire head looks like a deformed, protruding boiled egg.
