Dusk Chronicles

Chapter 13

 Zulia walked over to the counter and chatted with the sexy-clothed female boss, while Melyan looked around boredly.

Even in the remote area of Kansa, there were many sadistic adventurers in the bustling bar.

The flames lit up brightly, and two poets stood beside the table, one playing a tambourine and the other playing a lute, singing Kanza region songs with a light and gentle rhythm.

“Oh, cold mist at the foot of the mountain,

Carefully guard the soul of your friend.

War and gunpowder blanketed the sky,

Please protect God's children.

If everything would burn,

Let's burn together.

Staring at the fire jumping around.”

Melyan was so stunned to hear the verse that she somehow remembered Alduin's "Dusk Song.

The giant dragon rolled around in the sky in pain, blood on its huge golden body, and the low whisper of world-destroying in the ears.

He seemed to have caught something at that moment, but before he could write it down, his eyes darkened and he was already in Rokhan upon waking up. Now that inspiration is gone.

What does that poem mean?

"Hey, what are you thinking?"

A hand holding a map waved in front of him.

"You look glum, and as if you've discovered a secret that could shock the world."

Melyan smiled lightly. If it managed to decipher the Song of Dusk, it would really shock the world.

“Don't you say that your house is in this city, so there's no need to stay in the tent anymore, right?” Zulia sat opposite him and poured two cups of tea.

“Yes too, but I still have to think about it.” Then Melyan recalled that he still had a log cabin here, but why did his mood feel complicated when thinking about that log cabin? It seemed like he had left some bad memories there.

"What's wrong?" zulia asked as she saw her forehead wrinkled.

"Nothing, let's go see."

"Good."

Martin crouched down in front of the door of the run-down cabin, so far he's driven away three hordes of thugs.

Strange to say, due to stabbing Melyan with the sword, not only had the matter of his old dizzy illness been cured, and perhaps because he had seen too many dead people, he said, there was an indescribable feeling all over her body, like the muscular men who often teased the female boss in the restaurant. Although not as great as them, but it was enough for him to scare these thugs.

And he suddenly felt that he was used to hearing the words of Shayful. The people he used to hang out with before could only be big talk, they were not like Melyan who was so knowledgeable, so now he was already not fond of getting along with them.

Believing in Melyan, he had stayed here for the past few days. After all, there had been many people who had died, the person in charge of the Red Hat Chamber of Commerce had fled, and he was also unemployed, as well, so he better stay here and wait for the miracle to happen.

He strongly believed that a person blessed by a god would not die, moreover he did not find Melyan's corpse.

Suddenly, a conversation sounded.

"It looks like it's here."

"You don't even know where your house is?"

"My brain's been used to memorize the road."

"You're intentionally insinuating me?"

"Not really."

It turned out that Mr. Syaiful, Martin gasped and jumped off the ground.

"Master Syaiful," he cried excitedly.

"Martins."

"You too."

Melyan opened her hand with a smile, and was pushed back a few steps by Martin's tight embrace, and almost sat on the ground.

"Oh yeah, how did you survive? Did you stab yourself?"

"No, I fainted."

"Iri," said Melyan helplessly.

"This woman ...." Martin then notices that there is a woman behind Melyan.

He swore that he had never seen such a beautiful woman. The beauty of this woman made her seem to forget to breathe, and could not say a word.

"This is my friend, just call him Susi."

“Halo.” Zulia smiled and extended her hand.

"Hello, Miss Susi."

Martin reached out his hand involuntarily, then pulled back as if remembering something, rubbed his hands firmly on his body, then shook hands with Zulia.

Melyan stared at her house with emotion, as if all her previous memories had returned.

"Lake in."

Following his memories, he took out a rusty iron key from the corner of the window sill and opened the door.

There is a musty stench, like expired and rotten food mixed with damp and moldy wood.

Surprisingly, Zaix's lab is cleaner than his house. Melyan was completely powerless to complain, this house was never inhabited at all.

"I still have a spare room in my house, why don't you two just stay in my house?"

Hearing Martin's words, Melyan couldn't wait to hug and kiss him.

"Truly thank you very much."

"No, no, I'm the one who should thank Mr. Syaiful for saving me."

Martin was an only child, his father was a pastor in the city. Since his father had to help with government duties, his father mostly stayed at the mayor's house. Usually in his house only lives his mother who works as a clothes washer.

Their house is the second largest in the city due to their large income, but despite this, it has only three bedrooms.

Misunderstanding Melyan and Zulia's relationship, Martin accidentally packs the master bedroom where his parents live.

However, Zulia showed no unnatural reaction to this. Melyan felt helpless, she sat by the bed in a state of daze, confusion and doubt that she occasionally showed became increasingly similar that she was a mistress.

When Zulia was taking a bath, Melyan walked around the room room.

The room is large, but not too roomy because there are additional bookshelves. Standing in front of the bookshelf, Melyan felt as if she had returned to Morrowind.

At that time, he became a librarian there, and lived in Morrowind's apartment. His house was not large, but it also had bookshelves, because he was poor, his bookshelves were filled with hand transcripts, written in black, and wrapped in parchment. Unlike the books in front of him now, these books were beautifully bound and carefully stored, although there were some yellowed pages, but there was still no broken thread.

It can be seen that Martin's father was also a book lover, and as a pastor who believed in Canros, his heart was not as narrow as that of a regular missionary. There are also many biographies chronicling the teachings of the new god.

However, at this moment there was still no split between the old god and the new god, so it was natural that he still read the books.

In Rokhan mythology, Miya is the god who created everything. Valve has publicly stated that this mythology is taken from the story of Chinese mythology; "Pangu Created the World".

According to legend, Miya created the world, her body transformed into everything that shaped the world, and her will became the three main gods that kept the normal order of the world.

Ikali, the element controller, is also the owner of the magic net. Just like us, we need to log on to the internet to browse through information, every magician has to go through a magical net to control the elements.

Kanros, the guardian of the destiny of all beings, is said to be able to travel between the future and the past.

 Panutax, the soul-shaper. He split a small part of his flesh and soul to create Alduin. As a result, this younger brother inherited all of his negative traits and ate the soul formed by him. After being severely injured by Panutax, she disappeared in a rokhan.

Above are the old gods who could not use the power of faith because of Miya. Those who believe in these gods will be rewarded. Therefore, those who managed to become gods were adherents of the old gods. For example, Issue, Garton, Watson, and Lart, although two of them end up being traitors.

For the next story, Melyan makes this analogy in the Twilight Chronicle.