Chapter 1115 Relics
Chapter 1115 Relics (Part )
"Wait a moment!"
Looking at the dried bodies with human bodies and fish tails revealed after the fine sand was blown away, the young mermaid was suddenly shocked. He then squatted down tremblingly, grabbed a handful of gray-white sand and rubbed it in his hands.
"No! No! This isn't sand at all!"
"Ah."
Leon, who had guessed it before, nodded and said with a complicated expression:
"All the sand on this beach is probably the scales of the sea creatures that have weathered and collapsed...
I have touched it before. The scales of your sea people have a very special texture. They will not get wet even when soaked in water, but will dry quickly after leaving the water. Only the fine sand formed by the weathering and shattering of the scales can gather to form this strange beach that is completely water-free."
"But...but...how is this possible?!"
Looking at the "corpses" with human bodies and fish tails below, and the gray-white beach stretching endlessly into the distance, the old merman trembled slightly and questioned:
"To make the broken scales form such a large beach, I wonder how many people would have to die! I...if so many sea creatures really died at once, how come I have never heard of it?"
"Because although these are members of the Sea Clan, they are not necessarily your people."
After checking the dried-up mermaid body beside the black stone tablet, Leon frowned and said:
"If so many mermaids migrated here and all died in this plane, it would definitely affect the number of your entire mermaid population, and both us humans and your sea people would have relevant records.
But neither you nor I know this, and the number of your mermaids is similar to that of the other two descendants of the sea, and there has not been a particularly obvious population decline.
So rather than believing that someone has tampered with the history of both sides and was able to quietly restore the merpeople to a similar level after a sharp decline in population, I am more inclined to believe that these merpeople are the indigenous inhabitants of this world. "
It seems...right?
After listening to Leon's analysis, the old mermaid calmed down a little, suppressed his fear, observed the condition of the mermaid corpses, and then said with surprise:
"You guessed right! These mermaids are different from us! Although their body shapes look the same, their bones are actually slightly thinner and weaker, and they have an extra pair of ribs and tailbone than us!"
"Ah."
After casually responding to him, Leon walked down from the tilted black stone tablet, looked at the front, and then frowned and asked:
"Do you recognize the words on it?"
"Let me see……"
Then he jumped down from the huge black stone tablet, rushed to Leon's side to identify him, and said hesitantly:
"I seem to understand a few words, but I don't recognize anything else..."
"?"
Leon glanced at him when he heard that.
"So, is what's written here the language of your sea people?"
"Nothing else, but the last two sentences should be..."
Reaching out to brush away the gray-white sand on the stone tablet, the old mermaid slowly recited after identifying the vague inscriptions on the bottom:
“When the song…sinks into the island rocks, and the scales…turn into bone sand, I will become the last monument of this world along with the sea breeze…I won’t recognize anything after that.”
After stroking the last few unfamiliar characters, the young mermaid said uncertainly:
"Judging from the position, it seems that this should be a signature at the end? Could it be the name of the stonemason who carved this stele?"
You ask me? I just don't know, so I ask you.
After receiving the inquiring gaze from the young merman, Leon glanced at him speechlessly, then said:
"Don't worry about that for now... The other three sides of this island are surrounded by cliffs. If you didn't fly here directly, you would most likely only come here, but I don't see any signs that anyone has been here recently. And you made such a big noise just now, but there was no response from the island. It seems that Director Scorpio and his men are probably not here, and there is a high probability that they have never been here at all."
"Then... shall we just go?"
"No, let's go in and take a look."
Lyon shook his head and said:
"It's all here."
"..."
Is this also called a reason?
"I know you're in a hurry, but don't worry yet."
After staring at the words at the bottom of the black stone tablet and memorizing the words firmly, Leon explained as he walked towards the island:
"One of them is looking for people in the sky, and the other is looking for people in the sea. They have basically covered everything. Even if the two of us help, it won't be much faster.
Although the whereabouts of Director Scorpio and his men may not be known here, there may be secrets about this plane itself. Even if we cannot figure out why the water is so cold, we should be able to know the name of this plane."
"Is there any use in knowing the name of this plane?"
“It’s very useful.”
After glancing at the confused young mermaid, Leon continued to explain:
"The Cold Spring World is in the Old Land, and this plane may also be in the Old Land. Didn't you tell me before? The space and time in the Old Land are very chaotic. If you run around, you don't know where you will end up. Maybe you won't be able to return to the present world until you die.
Therefore, if we can determine the name and characteristics of this plane, perhaps we can further determine our own location and avoid getting stuck in those troublesome planes. We can even go all the way and find something like a star map that records directions and routes directly on this relic-like island.
In this way, even if we can't find Director Scorpio and his friends, we might be able to go back on our own... After all, Director Scorpio and his friends don't know we're coming, and they might have already left this plane, so it's always a good idea for us to be prepared."
That's true...
Somewhat convinced by Leon, the young merman stopped talking and followed him deeper into the lonely island.
As the two went deeper, the dark mountain walls on both sides blocked the howling sea breeze, and the creaking sound of the gray-white scales under their feet being squeezed began to echo back and forth in the dark mountain walls.
When the two of them bypassed the dark rocks that were like a pass and passed through the bottom of the col on the left side of the "mountain" shaped island, the cramped and dark world in front of them suddenly became clear. On the open plain behind the col, there stood a row of pearl-colored palaces shaped like shells.
This complex of buildings, surrounded by a "garden" formed by a large number of petrified corals, opens and closes slightly in the breeze with a fishy smell of calcium, as if a living thing. Roads paved with gray and white pearls run through it, all leading to the huge circular square in the center of the complex.
When the two walked out of the narrow valley, stepped onto a pearl road and headed towards the central square, the large shells with domes covered with wind-eroded cracks, still following a certain design when they were built, retreated to both sides with some difficulty, making way for the front.
But before Leon and the other man could marvel at the buildings of these "sea people", after the shells on both sides moved out of sight, the huge statue in the center of the square was revealed, which instantly captured all their attention.
This...is this?
Looking at the mermaid statue in the distance, whose smile was gentle and pretty, whose eyes were pure with a hint of cunning, but so beautiful that people couldn't bear to blame her, not only did the young mermaid's eyes widen suddenly, even Leon on the side was speechless instantly.
"Evangeline?"
(End of this chapter)