Looking at Ross in a [thinking!] state, Sean asked several times, but the other party didn''t hear


    Only when you stand in front of me can you return to your mind.


    "Oh, I''m sorry, Lord count. I was thinking about something else."


    "What can make Lord Ross so absorbed?"


    After the two separated, rose asked the town residents for their views and opinions as a scholar according to his usual practice. Of course, it was more about the wonderful dreams in the town. Only when he asked this question did he find that it was really as Baron mayander said, so the town people enjoyed their current life very much, and they behaved peacefully, whether in reality or in dreams.


    Just


    The townspeople feel as if they have nothing to do with real life, and many people look a little depressed on the outside.


    "Lord count, I don''t know if you found it. The residents of this town look at you."


    "What does it look like?" Sean asked.


    "Just... I can''t describe it. It''s like when they look at you... They feel..."


    "Never took you seriously?" Ross didn''t say it, but Sean said it first.


    "Yes, that''s the feeling."


    In fact, Sean also found out early in the morning, or found out yesterday that a group of people living in their dreams don''t care what the reality will become. In their eyes, others are just the foil of NPC, and only those in their dreams are the protagonists.


    "It''s no longer strange. What else do you find?"


    "There are few others. People in the town hardly talk too much, but scholars always have a scholar''s way." he took out a thick paper from his arms.


    "What is this?"


    "I got it from an old man. You know, in a small town where few people can talk seriously, it''s better to find something more reliable if you want to pry their mouths open." Ross seemed to be proud of his masterpiece.


    Tut~


    Stole it.


    Yes, it''s like a scholar


    "Did you find anything on it?" Sean asked.


    "This is a diary. According to the aging degree of leather paper, I estimate it has been 60 or 70 years. It records the daily life of the holder in that year. I found that the town was still normal 50 or 60 years ago. It only happened later, and it mentioned a tree goblin many times." Ross''s words attracted the attention of Sean and aslant.


    Putting the books on the table, he pointed to several places with records.


    It''s all daily chores, and even complaints about family and neighbors. It''s a chore for ordinary residents. It records that every day''s work is to go up the mountain to cut firewood


    Most of the Marginal Towns in basharandi almost take the sale of wood as the main source of income. As for those medicinal materials and animal skins, they are not fixed. If they are found, they will be found. If they are not found, they will not be found. Although some industries are making coal mines and even fuel oil, they only exist in highly developed cities and cities of science and technology, The wider area still depends on the original wood, and it can only afford to burn wood every day!


    Making a living by logging and hunting is almost the common way of life of border townspeople


    This is no different, and so are those who can keep a diary.


    However, the other side can also write diaries, which makes Sean envy. Compared with his own Tyler MIA Town, the residents of Shanggu town have some culture. It is estimated that this habit was learned by travelers.


    In fact, travelers in this world often write diaries. Kerry of the archaeological team often took the diary. According to them, if there was an accident during the trip, I hope later people can find the diary and take it to their families


    In addition to these trivial things, I often hear a tree demon in my diary. Even in the following articles, I mentioned many times that it was the tree demon that brought light and vitality to the town!


    No more back


    I don''t think so.


    "There''s nothing in the back, sir." aslant picked it up and checked it. He found that the back page was blank.


    "Well, he didn''t write, or he didn''t need to write anymore..." Sean looked at Ross.


    "Is the owner of this diary still alive?"


    "There should be no more. The oldest person left by the family is an old woman. I found this diary in the corner. Does the count think there is a problem? The tree fairy."


    "It should be some strange magic." Sean told them about the strange smell he smelled last night.


    The strongest smell of tree pulp is at night, but it can''t be smelled during the day!


    Moreover, no matter how many years it has been used, you can see that the wooden part inside is still fresh as long as you cut it.


    The reason for the special dream of the town is probably these trees.


    "Well... Lord count, we..."


    "Aslant, later, you call some agile and trustworthy men to go to the woodland."


    "Yes, my Lord!"


    Sean decided to see it himself.


    Shanggu town is not his own territory, and this dream has not caused any casualties. In fact, he doesn''t have to pay attention at all. As long as he knows, he can choose to turn a blind eye, but Sean still wants to see it.


    It''s mainly something that doesn''t belong to magic that makes Sean curious or care.


    Especially after seeing the octopus man, the deep diver and the ancient gods they are, Sean is very interested in these unknown abilities and magic. If the passivity of looking at [the eye of gehros] continues, Sean really dare not go so directly.


    ………………


    It''s night again.


    Aslant followed Sean''s instructions and brought five or six escorts with an orderer level of about level 5. He held a torch at night. He asked in advance where the wood used by the villagers to build houses was brought out, so he went according to the distance.


    It''s inconvenient to walk in the woodland at night. Several torches need to be together to illuminate the road.


    "Why don''t we choose to come and have a look during the day?" Ross also came with the team. Although it was an experience to travel around, it was because of his experience that he told himself that night was the most unfit time for action.


    "The strongest time is at night. If the action is inconvenient, we can find the way first, and then come and have a look tomorrow during the day..." Sean didn''t think that he could gain anything by coming in directly.


    The woodland is so big that no matter what the other party is, it''s easy to hide, so we can only find it when the tree pulp tastes strongest at night.


    "Indeed, there is a very special smell around here." Ross and aslant also found that the smell among the woods is different from all the woods in other areas. Most of the woods are mixed with rotten materials or soil, plants and so on.


    But this kind of tree pulp even makes people feel slightly sweet


    All the way to the depths of the woods.