Chapter 1599: The Relics
The moon of Wream was large, with its surface rather mountainous. Its surface was splotches of red and brown. The red part came from its own iron-rich soil, and the brown came from the completely untouched regions of Spark.
He landed atop one of the large mountains, feeling the cold air of the moon. There was air in this moon, quite a thick one at that too, almost the right amount in fact.
Zoultan’s air was thick and poisonous, and Urelon’s air was nearly nonexistent. Wream though had the perfect concentration of air, that would have almost been breathable for normal humans if only there was any oxygen in it.
Alas, it was mostly nitrogen and carbon dioxide, along with some level of sulfuric gases released from volcanoes.
Ning ignored everything and asked the system to locate where the cities were. Once he found it, he teleported there.
The cities in Wream were also created in the same way as every other moon, so navigating it was rather easy for Ning. The place had remained shut, but the bad air had still found its way in, creating a layer of grime on the surface of the houses.
They would have to clean this all up when they came back.
Ning found the room where the Relic was held. It was an underground house that he believed was the court. So it would be a major building for the military.
Ning made his way to the room and found no door. This was a place that was opened and closed with the help of a Carver. Ning’s only option to get inside was to teleport in.
There were no lights in here, but he could see it all as clear as day.
He looked around at the many Relics gathered, all of which were rather surprised. There were stacks of books, statues, pieces of objects that had been destroyed, and various other machines.
Ning walked past the thing, taking in everything he saw. He picked up a small wooden statue of a man in some sort of robe. There was an amulet carved onto the man’s chest, which seemed like a symbol of some sort.
Ning looked around and saw multiple other such symbols carved in different places. He wondered what this thing was exactly. Maybe a god? Could this be a religious idol that he had found?
Ning put down the carved figure and checked another thing. It was some sort of sphere, made up of clearly some sort of leather. Was this just a ball? Yeah, it was clearly just a ball.
“Why is a ball here? How is it still intact?” he asked himself. The ball had lost some air, but it was still in quite a good condition considering how long this thing must’ve been in this room.
There was nothing in here that told him where the relics were found, so he couldn’t be sure if they were found on the surface of one of the moons, or floating around the space near Krimanax.
Ning looked at one thing after another, looking through more of the relics. Most of them were not-so-great relics, as they had been clearly destroyed or deformed way beyond their original shape to even know what they were.
Ning could only ignore the items. “Where is that thing we found though?” he wondered, looking around. It had to be here. Or had they perhaps sent it to some other place to be brought here later?
“Oh! There it is,” Ning thought, seeing the object far at the back of the room, covered behind some shelves. He walked up to the shelf and was about to move past it when he stopped and looked back at the shelf.
The shelf held a few books, of which one caught Ning’s eye.
It was a book called The Adventures of Sir Bedford Starkler. “Oh, it’s this book,” Ning said, remembering the time he worked in the library and found the book on relics. This was one of the things at the time that had caught his attention.
He took the book out and saw that it was volume 4 of the adventures. “There’s supposed to be volume 7 here too, right?” he asked himself, looking around and quickly found it. It was on the same shelf, just a level lower.
Ning knew what the book was about from the other book he had read. It was supposed to be about a man who went through fields of green grass, sailed back large ocean, and climbed mountains in search of adventures of all sorts and shapes.
Ning flipped the page and frowned immediately. The book was written in a language that people now clearly understood. It was the language they used and wrote with.
But on just the first page of the book, there was a language that only Ning could read. It was a handwritten note on the first page of the book.
‘To Mayar. Your brother is an amazing person for coming to get this book signed for you. I hope you recover from your accident soon enough. Sir Bedford.’
“What the hell?” Ning thought. “This is a signed copy of the book, by the author no less.” That confused him a little.
Then was Sir Bedford a real person? Was he not a character in the book or was the author roleplaying the character for his fans?
Ning quickly closed the book and began looking all around to search for any signs of where the author’s name was written, but there was nothing written in there at all.
He flipped the page to the first page where the story began and it started with, ‘It was the middle days of the month of Garr, with the sun’s blistering heat burning everything when I reached the valley of Gonaffaj. People told me that I had enough adventures and my age would catch up to me soon but for the valley of Gonaffaj? Never.’
“He writes like a real person,” Ning thought, reading the book. “Hell, is this a recollection of the author’s own journey?”
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