Main Text Volume Chapter 358 The Fairy in the Attic

Leonrick invited Angel to take a seat.

"Master Mask, can you save my daughter?" As soon as she sat down, Cynthia spoke hurriedly, fearing that Angel would disappear in the next second.

Angel looked up at Cynthia. In just five days, the originally graceful lady had become haggard. Even though her hair was still combed meticulously, it was without decoration; her plump cheeks also had sunken, especially her skin, which had changed the most and was completely sallow.

Because of her daughter's misfortune, it was her mother who suffered more in the end.

Angel lowered his head slightly. Cynthia's love for her daughter reminded him of his own mother. She also loved him and her brother so much, without reservation, even in the last second of her life.

Angel's silence made Cynthia's eyes blank. She sat in a chair blankly, tears flowing silently.

"Doctor Caroline, can you help me send Cynthia back to the bedroom?" Although Leonrick was also very sad, he was the only one who could carry the whole family at this time, so he couldn't collapse.

Caroline nodded: "Okay. Madam has not closed her eyes these days, and she also needs to rest." After that, Caroline took Cynthia out of the hall, and only Angel and Leonrick were left in the hall.

Angel: "I heard from Bal that you found a clue?"

Leonrick showed a little discomfort: "It's not a clue. I just saw an urban legend in a travel note in the central library." At this point, Leonrick spoke faster and his expression was sad: "I think it should have nothing to do with the little black shadow, but I really have no choice. Although Magda has woken up these few days, but..."

Angel interrupted him: "Let's not talk about irrelevant things for now. I want to hear the urban legend you told Bal."

Angel's solemn expression made Leonrick stunned, and a suspicion rose in his heart that he himself didn't believe: Could it be such a coincidence? The urban legend he saw happened to be related to this matter, right?

Thinking of this possibility, Leon Rick immediately sat up straight and told the urban legend from the beginning-

"Legend has it that a thousand years ago, there lived a group of people in Xibo Lak who liked to live in human families. Their name was the Kula Kuka tribe. This race was called the Dwarf Tribe by the locals of Xibo Lak, or: the goblins in the attic."

"They are very small, most of them are smaller than a palm. They are gentle and kind, good at singing and dancing, and love to make all kinds of exquisite ornaments. As long as there are Kula Kuka tribes, life will become more and more refined, because they especially love to repair and decorate rooms. Humans also like them very much, and will specially make room for them, but the Kula Kuka tribe is not a race that likes to trouble humans. They are small and don't need Because they don't have big rooms, they often live in attics or under floors, so they are also called attic fairies. "

"Initially, Kurakuka and humans were the closest companions. There is even a legend in Xibolake that as long as a Kurakuka family lives in a family, the family will always be happy and beautiful. But it is precisely because of this legend that the Kurakuka family faced the greatest disaster. "

"On this day, Xibolake underwent a drastic change. The war came and the smoke was filled. The people who lived here began to flee, and many people went far away and wandered outside... The war lasted for ten years. When the new sovereignty was established, Xibolake, the once prosperous city, had become fragmented. The wandering wanderer will always return home one day. After ten years of drifting, dragging his tired body... When they returned to their homeland, they saw broken houses and moss everywhere. "

"But strangely, only the houses that were once inhabited by the Kulakuka tribe were still intact. When these wanderers who had been wandering for ten years returned home, they found that the Kulakuka tribe members had not died. They were still living in their original families, waiting for the wanderers to return..."

At this point, Leonrick sighed softly: "The Kulakuka tribe is too kind, they think that the people they used to be are still the same people they used to be. However, although people have not changed, their minds have changed. Especially after a war, after ten years of wandering, the Xibolac people learned a lot and lost a lot. "

"They learned greed, learned to fight, and learned war; at the same time, they They lost their friendliness, innocence, and happiness. "

"When the Kulakuka tribe faced the new Sipolak people, they suffered a near-genocidal blow. Many Kulakuka were captured and sold, and some were even tortured and abused because of human jealousy."

"Then, the Kulakuka tribe disappeared from the human vision and disappeared in the long river of history."

After Leonrick finished telling the city legend he saw, he whispered: "Perhaps, the reason why the war did not destroy the house is that the Kulakuka tribe is working hard to repair it, just to wait for the return of the former owner. But unfortunately..."

"The returnee has become a demon." Angel whispered the rest.

Leonrick nodded: "Kurakuka's luck lies in their belief in and love for humans; but their misfortune is also because they trust humans too much, and humans are the most fickle."

Angel pondered the story. According to the logic of human storytelling, this is an enlightening story, telling us to be kind and warning us that war is the source of all suffering.

But...what if this is not a story, but a true one?

Thousands of years ago, war, Sipolak, Kurakuka, story...Angel sorted out the keywords one by one, and suddenly, he seemed to think of something.

Angel raised his head: "Sipolak, is he actually Walter Glass?"

Leonric lowered his head and sighed: "Yes. The Sipolak in the story is the current Walterglass."

"That war a thousand years ago? Was it the war that established the Royal Court of Fuxu?" Angel also recalled that Barr once said that the establishment of the Royal Court of Fuxu only took a thousand years.

Leonric nodded: "If nothing unexpected happens, it should be. The former Sipolak was renamed Walterglass by the then king after the royal court was established..." At this point, Leonric smiled slightly Shaking his head: "Forty years ago, when I was only sixteen years old, I took over Waterglass. The folk customs at that time were actually similar to those of the Sipolak people in the story. The mountains and rivers were poor, and there were many unscrupulous people. I spent a lot of money It took half a lifetime to improve, build houses, enlighten the people's wisdom, and popularize morality. It took forty years to achieve initial results. "

"But now, when I should be enjoying my happiness, something like this happened. I got a daughter, and my only daughter actually..." When Leonric said this, he burst into tears: "If you steal my daughter That little black shadow is the former Kulakuka tribe. Does this mean that it is time to pay back the debt owed by our ancestors? "

When Leonric was almost done crying and his mind was clear again, Angel shook his head and said, "No."

"Why is that?"

"If it's to collect debts, they won't steal shadows specifically from blond people." When Angel said this, he subconsciously smoothed his messy short blond hair.

"Sir, is it really the Kulakuka clan that stole the shadow?" Leonric pondered for a while, and then asked the biggest doubt in his heart.

"I don't know." Angel thought of Shadow's words last night, and then thought of the magician's words that Shadow seemed to have a special liking for blond hair and blue eyes. In fact, the answer was self-evident: "But, it is very possible. "

"Then what should I do? Where can I find the Kulakuka tribe?" Leonric seemed to sense a glimmer of hope and asked quickly.

Angel did not answer, but stood up and said goodbye to Leonric: "Thank you, Earl, for informing me. Let's say goodbye today."

When Leonric saw this, he looked at a loss and disappointed. Is there really no other way?

It wasn't until Angel completely disappeared into the darkness that Leonric covered his face and cried silently.

Just when Leonric fell into despair, he heard a familiar voice coming from his ears.

"If you have the courage to face the wrath of a wizard who could destroy Warglas, you can come to me."

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Angel did not really leave, but used boundless silence to hide beside him. He used the sound transmission technique for the first time and wanted to see the specific effect.

Judging from Leonric's expression, it seems that he has received a message from him?

"Wizard, what wizard? Is it the magician that Barr mentioned?" Leonric said loudly.

His shout made Angel confirm that the sound transmission technique was correct. Angel had no intention of returning to Leonric, but slowly blended into the darkness and left the Earl's manor.

Back at the villa in the Bay Area, Angel found a strange scene as soon as he stepped into the courtyard.

Baal and Dodolo sat together, and Dushan sat opposite, with serious faces. Dudolo looked confused, while Baal lowered his head and did not dare to say a word.

"What, Barr, are you planning to come here to study with Dodolo?" Angel walked in.

As if he had met the savior, Barr immediately crawled and rolled on his knees in front of Angel: "Sir, please take me out, I really can't bear it anymore."

With tears and runny nose streaming down his face, Barr recounted the pain of the morning.

He wanted to leave here, but as soon as he went out, he fell into a fantasy and saw his enemies chasing him. He cried and fussed for a long time, and the hallucination disappeared only after he returned to the villa.

He didn't dare to go out, so he could only stay in the villa and wait for Angel to come back.

But at this time, Du Shan came to him and started scolding him. The reason was that when he was seeing ghosts and crying outside just now, he told some of the sins he had committed. The crimes he had committed in the past were countless, so he ignored Du Shan at first, and even showed a ferocious expression, trying to scare Du Shan away. But Du Shan, relying on her age when she was about to be buried, was not afraid of Barr's threat at all, and instead spoke more and more energetically.

Barr didn't dare to really hurt Dushan. After all, he knew that Angel was standing behind Dushan. In such a situation where you advance and I retreat, Barr finally had no choice but to obey the instructions obediently.

After listening to Barr's cry, Angel couldn't help but laugh: "Grandma Dushan also hopes that you will change your ways."

Barr was about to cry but had no tears: He didn't want to change his ways at all!

Angel glanced at Dushan, who was filled with indignation, and then at Baal, who was speechlessly asking the sky. He suddenly smiled and said: "Let's do this, Barr. You can follow Dushan these days to protect her and Duodoro's safety, and you can also learn from Grandma Dushan how to be a good person. I can give you permission to enter and exit the villa."

Barr was so shocked that his face turned pale and he shook his head repeatedly. He couldn't imagine what it would be like to be talked about by Du Shan all day long... But Angel's smile made him shudder, and he could only reluctantly agree with tears in his eyes. .

"Since you have Baal's protection, Grandma Dushan, please continue teaching according to the original plan tomorrow."

After solving the problem here, Angel motioned for Barr to follow him in.