Catalog of the Lost - a searing epic

Before leaving, the adoptive father who sent Emel and his brother to church left him a box that he was not old enough to remember, but who still remembered the box and the last words that his adoptive father had left him.

"If one day you actually open this box, at that time, I will see you again. "

During the whole dinner, Emel spent his time listening to the godfather's insults, and the clergy basically did not swear because of their status, but at this age, Emel could already understand the godfather, and he watched the people around him live an extremely difficult life day after day, eating and starving, and inevitably did not have the same emotions as the godfather, but even if he was extremely resentful in his heart, he still suppressed it as much as possible.

After dinner, Emelo had to pray after dinner, so Emel went back to her room alone.

He took out the box again, the box that his adoptive father had left him.

The outside of the box was covered in a strange layer of pulp, the pulp was transparent, and the opening and closing of the box could be seen from the outside, Emer had tried to burn or boil it with water when he was a child, but after trying, he found that he could not get this layer of pulp off by any means, he asked all the carpenters and workers in the town, but they also said that they had never seen this material, and for a long time, Emer also gave up the method of opening the box from the outside.

The

box was not completely sealed with slurry, and on the front of the box there was a piece of iron that was not covered in slurry, and Emer didn't know if it was an iron piece, because the color didn't match, and it couldn't be broken with utensils, so he turned this hard piece into an iron piece.

If it weren't for the layer of pulp, it is estimated that this box would be the same as an ordinary box, if it was the same as other boxes, the iron sheet should be something similar to a lock, but there was no lock cylinder on the iron sheet, nothing, just a piece of gray abruptness, more than ten years have passed, there are no traces of rust on it, and it still feels smooth.

While Emel was staring at the box carefully, Emelo finished praying and pushed the door in, and Emel subconsciously hid the box.

Emelo yawned when he pushed the door because he was tired, so he didn't see what Emel did, and after entering the door, he was too tired and lay on the bed.

"I'm so tired," cried Emello, "because life is getting harder and harder in the town, so today the godfather asks us to pray to the gods several times more than usual, and we sit there motionless, repeating a position for an hour, and I'm dying of exhaustion." "

Emer didn't speak, left his seat and walked over to Emello, gently stroking his head and comforting him in his own way.

Even though Emello's body is mature, his mind is still a child, playful, trying to find the meaning of what he does, Emel is not so lively at his age, and when all his peers are concerned about what to eat for dinner, he has already secretly traveled to every corner of the town, to see all kinds of people.

Sprinkled hooligans, unreasonable women, tyrannical drunkards, in this town, Emer's heart is nothing more than these three kinds of people, but the soldiers stationed in this town just drink overlord wine on the roadside, eat overlord meals, and talk about the drunkard's beating of his wife as a matter of alcohol, as if in their opinion, even if the woman is beaten to death by his drunkard husband one day, it is just an ordinary and simple thing.

As Emel stroked his brother's head, he unconsciously wandered.

"Na, brother, you should have seen it when you came down from the mountain today, the mountains are full of refugees walking towards the east, I heard the adults say, it seems that there is going to be a war", Emello's words made Emel wake up, and when he came back to his senses, Emelo had already turned his head, looked at him with immature eyes like a child and said, "We'll be fine, brother." "

"No," said Emel gently, "the gods will bless us." "

After hearing this, Emelo turned his head again, and muttered as if he was sulking: "But whether the god exists or not is a question, if he exists, then only we are the ones who protect, what about the others? "

Emelo was about to sleep, and Emel was silent, his hand removed from Emerlo's head, and he just went back to his bed and lay down to sleep.

In the moments before he went to bed, the box came to his mind again.

Whether the contents of the box can change all this, maybe his adoptive father is a god who left the box to save everyone, but it is almost impossible.

Emelton was sleepy, turned his head, glanced at Emelo who was already asleep, and then lay down on the bed with his head propped up, as if thinking about something.

He often had a hunch, but unfortunately it didn't work.

At the age of fourteen, his premonition appeared for the first time, but nothing happened that year, and at the eighteen-year-old coming-of-age ceremony, his premonition appeared again, but it still happened, and now, his premonition happened again.

There seems to be a premonition that something is going to happen.

Emer remembered the box for the third time tonight, and he would have remembered it only once, but tonight he remembered it three times, and that was his hunch.

He remembered in his ears the words of his adoptive father, "When the box is actually opened", this sentence was a promise for him, the adoptive father wanted to open the box himself, but he did not know what he said 'really' opened the box, and he still did not find the answer to this question in his eighteen years in the church, and time had exhausted his curiosity about the box.

He had opened the box by chance, and the contents convinced him that it could change everything, but it made him lose faith in himself.

Emel patted himself on the cheek and told himself not to think about it anymore, turned sideways, and got ready for bed.

He closed his eyes and listened to the sounds around him, the sound of Emello's small breathing, the rats crawling in the hallway, and the sound of candles burning in which room.

Quietly, he fell asleep, but this sleep was uncomfortable, he seemed to have some nightmare, he wanted to wake up from the nightmare countless times, but he always hovered there, he could feel that his body was already soaked with sweat, and his face was already extremely painful, until his brother's voice came to his ears.

"Brother, brother, wake up!".

Emel finally woke up, he looked around, looked at the night sky outside the window, realized that it was still early for him to go to work, for some reason, he looked at Emello, his brother had an anxious expression on his face and his mouth was open as if he was saying something, and Emel realized that he seemed to be deaf just now, and he didn't hear anything.

It wasn't until before Emel could hear the sounds around her.

"Brother, it seems to have been an earthquake. "

After hearing the complete words, Emelo threw herself directly into her brother's arms, and Emel listened to the sound of vibrations outside, and found that it was not an earthquake, there was no sound of broken beams, only the sound of panicked footsteps on the floor, and noisy shouts, mixed with the cries of women and children.

After coming to his senses, Emer gently pushed away his younger brother in his arms, put on his shirt and prepared to go outside to ask what was going on.

But Emelo was so scared that he grabbed Emer's arm for a long time and didn't let go, as if he also had a premonition of something, as if he would lose his brother as long as he let go of this hand, so he grabbed it so tightly that Emel was reluctant to break free.

Emel couldn't wait to find out what was going on, and in desperation, he was ready to pull his brother out and ask.

Just as he walked to the door and was about to open it to go out, the godfather suddenly pushed the door open, and the wooden door happened to hit Emer's head, and he took two steps back.

He just wanted to yell at the godfather, but realized that if it was normal, the godfather would apologize to him in the first place, but not this time, because something really happened, and what happened this time was not even comparable to the natural disasters of an earthquake or tsunami.

"Emer, Emerlo, now pack your things, the Imperials are coming!".