A Stay-at-home Dad’s Restaurant In An Alternate World

Chapter 1546 - He Became More Powerful And Bald



Chapter 1546 - He Became More Powerful And Bald

Chapter 1546: He Became More Powerful And Bald

“Little Connie, you got to go out to see the world and the people out there in the future.”

“Why?”

“Because the world outside is far more interesting than the tribe, and the people out there… are far more interesting too.”

“But… I’m afraid I will get lost.”

“Don’t worry. One day, you will meet that person who will always find the way for you. Then, you have to grab him tight.”

“Why? Is he a thief?”

“Haha… Yes, he’s a thief. A thief who steals the heart.”

***

The cold moonlight was cut into gentle strips by the window, and landed on the floor that was full of shattered porcelain.

Connie seemed to have seen her grandmother who used to sit next to the window with her on her lap, and talk to her about the world out there and counting stars.

She still hadn’t found that person who could always find the way for her, but her grandma was already gone.

The shattered porcelain shards were razor-sharp. She could no longer see the warm and exquisite room. That bunch of robbers took everything that they could take with them.

Connie walked to the crushed wardrobe, and bent over in an attempt to pick up a piece of porcelain, but her gaze landed on a tiny piece of cloth that extended out from the wardrobe.

What’s this? Connie reached out to grab a corner of that piece of gray cloth, and lifted that wardrobe to pull it out.

The dust flew up. On that piece of uneven cloth, there were two lines of messy words written with dark red blood, and the scent of blood was still on it.

However, Connie already didn’t care about that now. She stared at those words on the cloth with shock and disbelief in her eyes.

“Connie, stay away from Ferdinand. Stay away from him! Go, go far, far away and never return to this place again!”

Although the handwriting was a mess, Connie could recognize that was her grandmother’s handwriting.

The fresh blood seeped through the cloth. What could have made the usually calm and collected grandma leave such a line of words as her last words in a panic?

Connie looked at those words, and she was suddenly plunged into a huge fear.

Ferdinand… her elder brother. The elder brother who was closest to her in this world.

But now, her grandma wanted her to stay away from him and the Falk Tribe. Why was she asking her to do that?

What deeper meaning was hidden in these words?

Why did their grandma want her to stay away from her big brother?

Connie didn’t have the answers. Her body became colder as she looked at those dark red words.

She tried her best to escape from the Twilight Forest, and ran to Chaos City. She wanted to go to sleep forever after falling to the ground numerous times. Her only faith was to survive and then return to rescue her brother after she became stronger.

Now, she had already become strong, and had the help of her friends. She had already returned to the tribe and the palace.

She was only perhaps one step away from rescuing her brother.

But she had found the last words that her grandmother had left for her now.

In this world, no one was nicer to her than her grandmother. Even her parents didn’t treat her like her grandmother.

Therefore, she couldn’t ignore these last words—these last words that were specially written for her.

Yes, the diary! Grandma’s diary!!! Connie suddenly remembered one important clue. Grandmother had a habit of writing a diary. She noticed that Grandma would write in a diary every now and then ever since she could remember things. Perhaps she could find related information there.

Her diary… Connie’s gaze swept around the room, and then she quickly strode to where the wooden bed was. She swept the porcelain shards aside, and then knocked on the floor. She heard a different sound that came from a wooden floorboard, so she extended her razor-sharp nails out a little, and pried that floorboard up.

It was a small secret compartment underneath that floorboard. There were three dark yellow parchment booklets that were wrapped with exquisite silk in there.

They weren’t found! Elation flashed across Connie’s face as she carefully took the three thick diaries out from the secret compartment. She had seen her grandmother put these diaries in there when she was young, but her grandma had never let her read what was written in them.

The bloody message left by her grandma made her lose her ability to think for a moment. She didn’t know what to do.

If she chose to let things go, then her big brother would most probably be executed tomorrow.

But she strongly believed her grandma would never harm her. The latter even thought of leaving her this bloody message during the rebellion. She had to have had her motive, or she saw or knew something, and wanted her granddaughter to avoid that.

Connie had to look for the answer. Otherwise, she couldn’t convince herself to leave and watch her big brother being executed.

The three parchment diaries were very thick, and they were numbered chronologically.

Connie picked up the diary that was labeled “1”. She went to sit down with her legs crossed next to the window, and flipped open the first page.

A line of words was written with a juvenile handwriting on the title page: “Father said, ‘Memories will fade, but words will be preserved forever.'”.

Connie remembered her grandmother had told her the same words before. The former had persevered at writing a diary for three days before she gave up due to her laziness.

Her grandmother’s diary writing habit had started earlier than Connie thought. It started when she was around six years old.

At first, the diary recorded the things that she had seen and heard in the tribe. As the young mistress of a prominent family in the Falk Tribe, she had a blessed life since she was young.

However, with the repeated life events and the tribal life set in stone, even the grandest ceremonies became boring after appearing in the diary repeatedly.

Meanwhile, all this changed when she was 13 years old.

That year, grandma who was bored in the tribe decided to leave home and the tribe on a certain night.

In the vast Twilight Forest, even the air seemed to be sweeter than the air in the canyon.

Then…

She got lost.

She, who had never left the tribe, got lost in the Twilight Forest.

A young and pretty girl who was defenseless. She was the most tempting food no matter where she went in that chaotic era.

In her despair, he came.

That was the first time that she saw him. His simple and straightforward strikes got rid of those fellows who were surrounding her.

However, he left before she could even thank him.

That year, his hair was still very long. His lean figure, slightly curly long brown hair, and sad eyes all made her heart ache for him, but they mesmerized her at the same time too.

After that, she followed after him for years.

She went on a journey to search for him. He was obviously near, but she always had difficulties seeing him.

However, every time when she got lost and almost burst out in tears, he would always appear inadvertently, and then lead her out with a disdainful look. He would only disappear again after he got her to a place where there were people around.

Connie could almost see the excited maiden who was happy about their reunion again and the maiden who was melancholic about their separation from the chirpy and light words.

And then, he became increasingly powerful, and his hair became increasingly sparser.

He gained a nickname: “Hairless Monk”.

“Master!”

Connie was so shocked that she almost threw the diary out!


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