C275 In the early spring in the mountains, big things do small things?

I looked at the ancient scroll made of sheepskin laid on the table. It should be called black yellow contract now, and I felt strange inside.

I think that this kind of thing that is full of magical power, after being annihilated in the river of history, should always be buried in some unknown place, waiting for fate to cause it to be unearthed, and then cause a sensation in the world