Tides: Years of Dawn

Gareth thought that Tristan would take him to a very remote building. From the outside, the building looked like a bar, but the door was closed and he couldn't get in without the correct code.Then Tristan would say an odd word, and the door would creak open.

After entering, they will ask the bartender for a specific glass of wine, and then at the second signal, the bartender's eyes will light up, and they will lead them around the corridor of the staff, and finally arrive at a wooden door.

Opening the wooden door, the worldly expert sat cross-legged on a thick carpet, with incense burning around him, and the expert's eyes were half closed.

This is like the place to unlock the secret, this is like the way to find the truth.The news obtained through such channels must be shocking, and Gareth will also learn his secret that has never been seen before, and understand that the heavens have already assigned him a task, and he is only waiting for him to draw the sword from the stone. Go out, marry the goddess of the lake, and be crowned king.

It's fucking exciting to think about it.

But the reality of the result is cruel.

Tristan took Gareth to a street just off the market for apples, and walked into what looked like a pharmacy on the outside, but was still a pharmacy on the inside.

In the shop, there was a shop owner who was about the same age as them, with a similar degree of wretchedness, and no holy light or special incense on his body.

Gareth thinks Tristan is on the wrong track.Or maybe Tristan just went to the pharmacy to buy something before looking for a superior.This is definitely not their destination, and it will never hide the secrets branded on Gareth or the fool.

Tristan went straight to the counter, then took out the parchment and spread it out to the boss, "Please help me to see, have you seen this thing before?"

Gareth wants to go.He is desperate.

The shop owner, who was packing up a large pile of bottles and cans, looked up at Tristan, then picked up the parchment and examined it carefully.

Fifteen seconds later he rubbed his fingers together and gave Tristan a friendly smile.

Tristan put three gracious notes on the counter.

"I've seen it. Isn't this the family crest of those rich people back then!" said the boss, and nodded at Gareth, who had been standing behind Tristan with a look of lovelessness, and waved his hand. It was a greeting.

"Which one?" Tristan asked.

"What do you think it looks like?" The store owner picked up the parchment and pointed his finger at the curved outline on it.

There are two eye-like rhombuses located on the left and right sides of the circle, and the two rhombuses are connected by two lines, which converge on another smaller trapezoid.

"Three, triangular cup?" Gareth also took two steps closer and guessed.

"Stupid!" Tristan patted Gareth on the head again, pointed at the pattern on the painting, and said hesitantly—"This... a leopard? A tiger? A cat? Or what—"

"By the way, Leopard." The boss said happily.

Gareth was shocked, he didn't think these messy shapes had any resemblance to a fucking leopard.He grabbed the parchment and took a closer look, blurred it, and focused it.

"The Leopards?" Tristan ignored it and went on talking to the shopkeeper. "Didn't their house die in a fire? I remember it happened when—"

"20 years ago? Yes, it is said that the fire was set by the Ying family in retaliation. It came very suddenly, and none of the Leopard family survived." The boss shrugged. Rub your fingers.

For the second time Tristan placed the three gracious notes on the table.

"But there are other rumors, isn't there?" Tristan recharged his credit, and he could continue to ask questions.

"Yes, I heard that the young master of that family ran away with one of his animals."

The boss collected the banknotes and put them in the small money box under the counter, "But this is also a rumor, after all, no one will see the young master or that beast again. You know, every family that has been killed by a vendetta will always spread rumors that there are still survivors." The rumors, probably hope that the Ying family will always be in a constant state of panic, always worried that there will be a day of revenge."

"...But in a few years, the Eagle family didn't—"

"Ah, yes, that's why some people said that the young master and that bastard did it." The shop owner smiled. "Isn't there news that there are survivors in the Ying family, but this matter... who knows."

Tristan said nothing more.Gareth was still working on the parchment.

After a while, the shop owner suddenly asked—"What? Did you see the people from the Bao family, or where did you see this totem?"

"No, I haven't even met you," Tristan said dryly.He took the parchment from Gareth, folded it, and stuffed it back into his pocket.

The boss rubbed his fingers amiably for the third time.

Tristan clicked his tongue, and angrily slapped some banknotes on the glass table for the third time.

"Okay! I haven't seen you either." The boss stuffed the banknotes into the box with a smile, and waved his arms enthusiastically at the two of them again.

TBC