I'll also work hard to conquer the dungeon today.

Chapter 207, Sections 1.15 and 5: Royal Wars
“You say you’re looking for clues, but where am I supposed to find them? The more secretive and long-buried this kind of history is, the less likely it is to be known, especially since it’s royal history. I doubt it’ll even be in history books.” Moya sat cross-legged on the dusty floor, his arms crossed over his chest, deep in thought.

The synopsis only mentions a piece of history that was covered up decades ago. This time span is really wide. Even if it was twenty years ago, it can be said to be decades ago. Ninety-nine years ago is also considered decades ago.

"Ughhhh, I'm really not good at this at all!!" Moya frantically ruffled his short, boyish hair in frustration, completely losing control.

"Achoo!" Dust drifted into her nose, causing her to sneeze.

She rubbed her itchy nose, her amber eyes filled with a hint of despair. She really wanted to die. Why did she have to be so foolish as to change the questline? It was like abandoning what she was good at and choosing what she was worst at. She only got what she deserved.

The room was covered in dust. She frowned and slowly got up, deciding to go out and find someone who could become her helper.

Speaking of this, she doesn't know if there are any other players present, and whether Koya will be alright if she arrives alone.
She secretly opened the door a crack and peeked into the empty corridor.

There was no one else seen, and no footsteps heard. The alarm was lifted.

She slipped out without hesitation, closed the door, and figured there was no set time to finish, so she could take her time.

On the other side of the corridor, Tang Xiuna, dressed in a dark green aristocratic outfit, was flipping through a history book while looking down at it, completely unaware that he was about to bump into someone at the corner.

Suddenly, he paused slightly, stopping at the corner, and with a 'snap', he closed the history book.

"As expected, there isn't one here..." His gentle voice carried a hint of helplessness as he frowned slightly, looking at the brown-red book with gold lettering in his hand. Should he order a few history books from the Kingdom of Truth?

Thinking it over, he quickly typed a few words on his phone and sent them to Shu Ming in the Kingdom of Truth: "[Lord Shu Ming, could you please order a few history books about the Fairy Tale Kingdom? Any books that mention the Fairy Tale Kingdom are fine.]"
He clicked send and put his phone back in his pocket.

I sighed softly. I felt that I was sighing more and more often these days. Was I getting old?
Seemingly sensing something approaching, his dark purple eyes turned slightly cold, and without hesitation, he drew a short sword from his waist and thrust it forward.

"Ah, that's dangerous, that's dangerous!" Moya turned to the side, staring in shock at the gleaming short sword. If it weren't for her instinctive reaction to danger, she might have already been stabbed.

"Who are you?" Tang Xiuna looked up at the still-frightened Moya and asked in a cold voice.

"Hmm? Isn't he a member of the royal family? His clothes don't seem to match..." Moya muttered to himself as he looked at the silver badge, about the size of a fingernail, with strange butterfly patterns engraved on it, pinned to the collar of Tang Xiuna's clothes.

His dark green robe looked very complicated. He held a book in one hand and a short sword that emitted a cold light in the other, and he was calmly watching her.

Despite giving off an air of refined scholarliness, one should not underestimate his combat abilities.

"you……"

Before Moya could say anything, Mo Zi suddenly caught sight of a small white flower about to bloom outside the window. Her expression changed slightly, and she said coldly, "Run."

Moya was a little confused, but he still obediently listened to Tang Xiuna and ran with him down the corridor.

After running for quite a distance, Tang Xiuna finally stopped.

"I didn't expect to run into the blooming of the Hourflower." Tang Xiuna stroked the hilt of his short sword at his waist, his expression slightly solemn. "Hourflower? What's that?" This person was really strange; I couldn't understand a word he was saying.

"The 'Time-Stabilizing Flower' has white buds with gear-shaped petals. It can stop time in the surrounding area for a moment when it blooms, until the bud closes. The duration of its bloom is unknown. No one has yet studied its exact plant habits, or even whether it should be classified into the plant family."

Tang Xiuna paused for a moment and then said, "Time only stops in the blooming area; time continues to flow in other areas. During the blooming period, anyone who passes by will have their time stopped. So, once you see any signs of it blooming, leave that area immediately to avoid contracting time sickness."

"What is Time Disease?" Moya was full of questions. The more she listened, the more confused she became, and the more her mind went blank. She felt like this person was just there to look down on her intelligence.

"Sometimes the skin on my body looks like that of an elderly person in their twilight years, and sometimes it's as smooth as a baby's skin. Sometimes it looks like a child's skin and sometimes it looks like an old person's skin. It's as if my entire life time is completely out of order."

Anyone who frequently comes into contact with this disease has a chance of contracting it, and there is currently no cure. Although it hasn't been found to be contagious, it's still best to avoid excessive contact; it's quite disgusting. And…”

"And?" Moya frowned slightly.

"All members of the royal family suffer from time sickness. The queen's favorite flower is the time-keeping flower, and she keeps it as far away from it as possible."

"Isn't that perfect? ​​My dungeon quest doesn't require me to contact members of the royal family, but researching history isn't really my forte..." Moa murmured.

Tang Xiuna was slightly taken aback and said, "Are you also looking for royal history?"

Moya raised an eyebrow slightly, surprised, and asked, "You too?"

"Hmm." He nodded and handed the history book in his hand to Moya.

"No, no, no! I hate reading, and I can't understand this text at all!" Moya waved his hands frantically, his attitude of refusal was very strong.

She would fall asleep in less than a minute if she were to read, so she absolutely did not want to touch such a dry and boring history book.

Tang Xiuna: "..." This mission taker is so troublesome. Suddenly I don't want to cooperate with her anymore.

"You don't look like a player."

Moya looked Tang Xiuna up and down, making the latter feel quite helpless. Just as he was about to say something, he heard Moya say again, "Maybe it's just my imagination, hahaha, please give me your advice."

Tang Xiuna's lips twitched slightly. This guy really is an idiot.

Isn't it obvious from his clothing that he's not a player? Would any player wear the same clothes as him? He also wears a symbol of sexual desire and subservience on his collar.

"So, did you find any history?" she asked, pointing to the book in Tang Xiuna's hand.

(End of this chapter)