How to Live as an Illegal Healer

150. Muddy Town 3

“It’s quite an old book. Where did you find it?”

“I found it over there under a pile of papers.”

“I think this is almost a cultural heritage level!”

“right? I think it has been there for 1,000 years.”

The book Kang Seung-hyeon and his party found was an old book that seemed to have been made hundreds of years ago, at least thousands of years ago.

‘That’s great. I was looking for something like this.’

Seunghyun Kang opened an old book.

There is no title written on the cover, and the thickness is not too thick, so I think I can read it all in 20 to 30 minutes.

An old book like this is perfect for investigating Tracotti’s past.

‘Except for the poor condition of the book due to proper management…’

It must have been a difficult item to preserve even if properly displayed because it is such an old book.

“Anything is fine, so I hope I can get a hint.”

“Couldn’t it be blank?”

palak palak.

As Kang Seung-hyun turned the page, a lot of graffiti and drawings appeared.

“It’s not a blank sheet…”

“What did you draw?”

“Looking at it roughly, it seems like I drew a landscape of a red forest, or a monster living in the forest…”

Throughout the book, I could see pictures that seemed to depict the surroundings of Tracotti and pictures of shapes that seemed meaningless.

The problem was that the book was in very poor condition and was drawn roughly like a kindergartener holding it with his left hand, so it was difficult to recognize.

“There is no writing, and it is full of graffiti.”

“…Could this be the scribbles used by children 1000 years ago?”

“I wonder if you’ve kept something like that all this time?”

Seunghyun Kang turned the page with a sad face.

‘Graffiti, graffiti, painting, graffiti…’

In the end, there was no helpful information even though I looked all the way through.

‘Is it really a joke?’

The old books I found so far are children’s graffiti.

Kang Seung-hyeon tried to close the book with a sad face.

Bassrock.

“huh?”

Then, in the middle of the book, a strange sound was heard.

There was a section that felt a little stiffer and thicker than the other pages.

‘what?’

Upon closer examination, I could see that the two pages were overlapping.

Kang Seung-hyun peeled off the two overlapping pages, and a new page appeared between them.

‘As expected, something was hidden.’

A hidden page depicts people worshiping a round orb placed on an altar.

Judging from the fact that the heads of the people in the painting are painted red, they seem to be people from Tracotti village.

“Is there a picture drawn here too?”

“uh! But it feels a bit different from what I’ve seen so far…?”

Like other scribbles, it felt like it was roughly scrawled with a brush, but it was a strange painting with a solemn atmosphere.

“This…!”

“Why why?”

“Look closely at the picture.”

Kang Seung-hyun, who had been examining the painting closely, looked at the page with a surprised face. It was because the sphere in the picture had the same tattoo as the one on [Wismel’s left hand].

“uh! Isn’t this the one that comes out when you use [Wismel’s Left Hand]?”

“that’s right. You might not notice it just by looking at it, but… it’s the same tattoo.”

[Wizmel’s Left Hand]

When Seunghyun Kang activated his skill, a tattoo identical to that of the sphere in the picture appeared on his left hand.

“The identity of this sphere is ‘Wismel’.”

“Is this Wismel?”

In other words, the picture in the hidden page was a brief depiction of the Tracotti people worshiping a divine being, especially Wismel.

“It’s completely forgotten now, but originally, Wismel was a very influential being in Tracotti.”

Kang Seung-hyun looked at the old old book and said.

Finally, we have found data that can prove what kind of relationship Wismel and Tracotti have.

“That there was a god in Tracotti… that’s the first time I’ve heard of it.”

Rebecca was very surprised.

This is because Tracotti now has no trace of God, let alone follow Wismel.

“No one ever told me that Tracotti worshiped a divine being.”

“Since this book was created hundreds of years ago, it may have been forgotten cleanly over the years.”

Kang Seung-hyeon said while skimming through the book.

I checked to see if there was another hidden page, but this seems to be the last overlapping page.

“I don’t think there’s anything more hidden.”

“In case you don’t know, shall we look for other books?”

Kang Seung-hyun and his party searched through all the books in the reference room. However, the only trace of Wismel remained was the old book he found in the first place.

“Hmm, I guess this is the only record about Wismel left.”

“There are really no traces left. It’s as if someone deliberately erased information about Wismel.”

“Did you remove it on purpose?”

“Look at this.”

Seunghyun Kang showed another old book. This book is also as old as the first one I found, but there are traces of torn pages in between.

“Someone is picking out specific information and deleting it.”

“It’s the same with this book.”

Kang Seung-hyeon and his party found several old books after that, but most of them were damaged because the pages were torn or burned.

“Really? It’s torn in places.”

“I’ll have to investigate the details… but it’s information about Wismel.”

Kang Seung-hyeon guessed that Wismel was not naturally forgotten, but someone deliberately concealed its existence.

“Wasn’t it accidentally lost over the years?”

“yes. If you look closely at the data, you only select and delete the content that Wismel could be mentioned or related to.”

In other words, someone decided to delete information about Wismel.

“Otherwise, there is no way that the god people believed in would disappear overnight.”

“Who the hell would do that? Could it be that they are Kamar wizards?”

Kim Ho-jeong recalled Camar with a confused face. There are so many people with bad personalities, so they said they wouldn’t do something like this.

“No, it’s not Camar.”

However, Seunghyun Kang shook his head and denied it.

“Magicians like to spread information, and they don’t like to hide it. They are also busy with research in the first place.”

“Then who else is there?”

“Originally, this kind of nerdy trick is the specialty of the ‘Cult’ guys.”

Designating intact books as banned books, stealing records and distorting them, or blocking information from flowing to the public.

“I actually did a lot of similar things.”

“But the Pitsta Lake area was kicked out because other churches couldn’t spread their strength.”

“I don’t think that’s the case with the church.”

If it was the crime of another church, they would have destroyed the Wismel Church and took its place.

The cult may be involved, but it doesn’t seem to be the direct culprit.

“Then, how did this book contain information about Wismel-sama?”

Rebecca pointed to the old book with a puzzled face.

After all, this old book was the only one that avoided the deletion of information by an unknown group.

“As you can see, I made this book in a hurry.”

Scribbled drawings and graffiti.

At first, I thought it was a scribble of a guy who can’t draw dirty, but it wasn’t.

“Perhaps this book was created with the intention of leaving information about Wismel to future generations, away from the eyes of others.”

The author overlaps two pages to hide the Wismel worship painting, and draws a lot of grotesque scribbles and drawings to hide it more completely.

“In short, they deliberately disguised themselves as graffiti artists to avoid data deletion.”

“Oh my God…”

I don’t know who made this book, but his efforts paid off.

This is because his book was dusty and tucked away in the corner of the library while other books suffered the ordeal of being torn and burned.

“The fact that he did this to hide information means that the situation was quite tense.”

“I see… I would have hidden more information if I had the time.”

Kim Ho-jeong sighed and looked around.

There is a lot of rotten material, but there was only one volume that contained the necessary information.

‘I was able to figure out Wismel’s true identity…but honestly, this isn’t enough.’

I found out that Wismel was a god worshiped in Tracotti.

However, it was not yet known why it was forgotten by people or who erased the information.

“I need more information.”

“Any other places that might have Rebecca’s stuff?”

“Well…. I don’t think there’s anything else that comes to mind other than the town hall.”

Rebecca squeezed her hair, but couldn’t recall anything as if it was empty.

“ah! Sorry for not being helpful! I can’t remember!”

“Calm down, calm down.”

[Soothed voice]

At this, Rebecca felt like she was going to pull out her hair. Kang Seung-hyeon calmed her down and said.

“Where did you get any information from? I have to be satisfied with this today.”

Even just finding out that Wismel is the God of Tracotti is the same as having spent the day meaningfully.

“Honestly, I never thought I would find it all at once.”

Kang Seung-hyeon said while covering the old book in his hand.

Searching for a forgotten god in a town where faith in God has been blown away is like finding a needle in the desert.

“Rather, you should be glad that you have obtained information that you did not expect. It’s all thanks to Rebecca.”

“Oh, as expected, Healer-nim is a really good person!”

Rebecca exclaimed with a greatly moved face.

“I want to find out more about our town’s forgotten gods… Let’s investigate together tomorrow!”

“Then thank you.”

Seunghyun Kang thought with a smile.

‘Because I really need that one.’

If Rebecca isn’t there, it’s pretty annoying when investigating Tracotti.

“Then it seems it’s quite late. Shall we go back soon?”

“I see. I also need to organize the information I have obtained.”

“Because the guy outside is going to complain about not being able to go to work.”

Kang Seung-hyun and his party decided to leave the data room.

“Oh, it’s already dinner time because I’m looking for a book.”

“Oh, what about this book?”

“You’d better tell the person in charge of the hall and rent it…”

Kung!

It was then.

A strong impact sounded from outside the door.

“huh?”

“What are you talking about?”

When I hurriedly ran outside, the person in charge of the hall from earlier was lying on the floor, bleeding.