Chapter 138 Triss's Doubts

South of Poseidonia, by the sea.

A lady in a slim-fitting azure windbreaker glanced at the stone tablets in front of her:

"It's been twelve years."

Triss sighed. The world has changed so fast in the past twelve years.

Her father, the previous Archon, stepped down because of the death of 121 people on the Stairway to Heaven, and people related to Paradise Company and Magneto Company were also arrested and imprisoned.

All her assets were also confiscated by the current Archon in various ways after her father stepped down.

Twelve years later, she finally understood how huge the assets she had at that time were.

However, she didn't say this because she thought it was unfair.

It was just a sigh.

Because

In the disaster of the airship crash, people who were richer than her, people with higher status than her, and people with a status close to that of her father, the Archon, died.

Every year, if she had time, she would come here to hold a ceremony.

However, looking at these tombstones, she couldn't help but think of her experience on the airship.

Those people who made her feel like sunstones, like burning flames, and those people who made her feel like flames were extinguished.

Shaking her head, Triss shook off her naive fantasy.

After that, she never met anyone who had the same feeling.

She had never met anyone who burned like a flame or felt like a flame was extinguished.

Although the sunstone still gave her that feeling, if she thought about it carefully, there was nothing special about feeling hot from the sunstone.

With that in mind, she walked towards Mrs. Bisso's tombstone.

However, just when she came to the tombstone, she saw a man.

It was a middle-aged man.

The other party placed a thick book as wide as a fist in front of the tombstone, whispered something, and then left the tomb, walked around her, and left the cemetery with the wreckage of the Stairway to Heaven as the garden wall.

Triss watched the other party disappear and couldn't help but think for a moment.

"Is it a relative of Mrs. Bisso?"

However, she didn't know the man.

Although Mayor Biso did not step down ten years ago, his backer, Mrs. Biso's family, was gradually suppressed and cleared out of the political power because her father, the Consul, stepped down.

And Mayor Biso was also replaced and stepped down.

That man was definitely not Mayor Biso, she was sure of that.

Was he from Mrs. Biso's family?

Triss was not sure about this, because she was targeted by the current Consul, and she encountered obstacles everywhere, and it was difficult and dangerous to find a job.

She hadn't been to a gathering of those people for eleven years.

But she felt relieved about it, after all, it was annoying to follow all kinds of etiquette and norms when facing those people.

Although life is peaceful now, eating, drinking, wearing and using is far less than before, but it is relaxed, which can be regarded as both good and bad.

Shaking her head, Triss didn't think about who the man was. Even if she knew it before, it was not strange that she couldn't remember it after so long, and what was the use of knowing him?

Could he help her do something?

After thinking it over, Triss came to Mrs. Bissou's tombstone.

Looking at the name, photo and epitaph on the tombstone, Triss half squatted down:

"Mrs. Bissou, it's just like what you said. Some people will approach us in the face and body, but more because of status and money. Now I have become such a beautiful woman, but not as many men approach me as before~"

Her tone was relaxed and she smiled, as if she was talking. Her eyes unconsciously fell on the book that was a bit annoying.

Speaking of which, is it the first time that person came? Or is it the first time to put such a thing as a sacrifice?

I have never seen it before.

No, maybe there was before, but it was swept away by the cleaners in charge of cleaning?

That is to say, maybe the other party came to sacrifice after I came?

Triss, who likes thief mystery novels, still has the same hobby and subconsciously guessed.

However, she soon came to her senses and smiled at the photo on the tombstone:

"Madam, lend me the book~ If you don't take it away, read it here."

As she said that, she took the book from the tombstone and held it in her hand.

"Bubbles? Religious literature? Fantasy literature? Romance literature?"

While muttering, Triss turned to the catalog, but the catalog only recorded the page numbers of different chapters, but there were no chapter titles.

"What a strange typesetting format, why is there no title?"

"Is it a mystery novel, in order to avoid spoilers in chapter names?"

"But there is a better way, isn't it a better way to make the chapter name irrelevant to the content, or even misleading? Why is there no title?"

However, after opening the first chapter, Triss realized that she was wrong.

It was not a mystery novel, nor was it her favorite novel about a handsome thief fighting a police detective, but more like religious literature.

Compared to the time when she was a girl and could not bear to read any books other than her favorite thief novels, the time when she was rich and willful is gone forever. In order to make a living, her character that could not accept anything she didn't like has been worn down.

With enough money and status, her sharp personality can be embedded in society like a nail without being destroyed. If not, she can only make herself as smooth and solid as possible so as not to be hurt in collisions with others.

She swept the ground under her butt with her hands, sat down, and held the book with one hand. She flipped through the first chapter, and soon she understood what the book was about:

"Another book about creationism. Why do these religious lunatics always think that there is a creator who created them?"

Although she mocked those religious lunatics who shouted all day that the Stairway to Heaven was destroyed because it angered the sun god and that destruction was correct, she did not stop reading.

However, the reason may also be that the first chapter of this myth is different from other sun myths she knows.

"Well, there are two worlds in this world? Is this person mentally ill?"

The more she read, the more Triss felt that the author of this book was mentally ill. There are two fruits in one fruit?

Deformed fruit? Maybe?

After thinking of an example that seemed to have no contradiction, Triss continued to read:

"The big world is like water, the small world floats on the big world, the big world is only dark, and the small world above the water is bright."

"This way of expression. Is this a fairy tale book written for children?"

Triss closed the book and took a look at the cover. Even though she had a good receptive ability, she still found it difficult to accept this tone of speaking to children.

Although it is indeed easy to understand.

Triss sighed. She really couldn't read this book.

Thinking of this, she was about to put the book back in front of the tombstone.

However, at this moment, she suddenly felt a burning sensation.

This feeling made her stand up suddenly in confusion and look around.