The Glory Story of King Kyle Polo
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The Glory Story of King Kyle Polo
Travelers, adventurers and language geniuses all call him Kyle Poirot. His family used to be very rich, and his father and uncle were in charge of a huge caravan, and their business extended from the westernmost part of the mainland to the western countries in the middle. Unfortunately, the whole family is dying. Kyle Poirot's father died before he came of age. He was brought up by his uncle Matteo.
Matteo regards him as a parent and provides my nephew with the best educational conditions. The whole home is like a huge library, which is full of precious books and manuscripts brought back from all over the world by my father and uncle, as well as various exotic organs and antiques. Kyle Poirot likes to listen to his uncle's story about their journey when they were young, and search the map for the land where his father's footsteps have trodden. When I was old, I began to be keen on disassembling and assembling those strange organs, debugging them accurately, and learning profound and wonderful organ knowledge from the master Leonardo da Vinci.
From the mouth of the master, he heard the story about the "Dead Sea Document". The scrolls excavated from ancient ruins were brought back by merchants at a high price, which caused a sensation in the western land and recorded unheard-of knowledge and system. Orientals seem to call it a "heavenly book". As the authority of the organ, the master personally appraised this precious ancient book, and thought that the Dead Sea Instrument was the key to the legendary knowledge root, and expected to apply it to organ manufacturing. Unfortunately, contrary to expectations, the whereabouts of the document soon became unknown.
Kyle Poirot was struck by lightning. He intuitively knew that the businessman who bought the documents was his father. I know nothing about my father's past experience. He said goodbye to the master in a hurry and went home to look everywhere, but found nothing. Depressed Kyle Poirot fiddled with his telescope for the 101st time and fell asleep. He dreamed of his father's distant figure and the messenger who reported his father's disappearance. Suddenly, he woke up. The messenger never reported his father's death, he just never came back. He suddenly remembered the little toy, the fragment that his father stuffed into his hand before he finally went out: an ancient inscription carved on a slate.
Kyle Poirot discovered the inscription and observed it with precision instruments. What did he see when the shadow was cast on the dome? A letter. Many years ago, my father wrote a letter to my only son.
"Son: When you read these words, I am no longer on the king's land. Don't be sad, this is the fate that every knowledgeable person will accept calmly. But having to part with you is also the pain I regret. Please remember that I love you, and I will always look at you at the other end of the source of knowledge. "
In front of the bulletin board of the governor's office, people's heads stirred up. There are job notices posted there, recruiting brave adventurers to go to the distant eastern continent. Matteo received the report from his employees. He hurried to see my nephew and tore up the notice. He suddenly found that Kyle Poirot had grown into a handsome young man with his beloved double guns pinned to his waist, just like his younger brother. Tears filled his old cheeks, and he shouted to try to stop his nephew. No one knows better than him how dangerous and bumpy the road to the root of knowledge is. But Kyle Poirot just turned around, bowed gracefully to his uncle in the crowd, and then walked into the government house without hesitation.
"The world is so big, I want to see it."