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Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 1121
“A stone tablet?”

“Indeed. An ancient event of some sort had been painted onto it. Even after studying the stone tablet for quite some time, however, Xyion was only able to tell that it had something to do with a burial scene. He wasn’t able to understand the wording on the table at all, and after many years passed, he eventually lost interest in it. As a result, the tablet is now kept as an ancient art piece within my private room!” explained Master Ghost.

Another mural…?

Whenever Gerald heard about murals now, it always prompted his mind to recall what he had seen inside the ancient tomb.

As one would expect, ancient murals were usually filled with historic tales that reflected the people of the time’s social, political, economic, literary, artistic, and technological capabilities. Such murals could end up being vastly different according to the artists’ beliefs, customs, and also their aesthetic concepts.

These murals—that were usually drawn as long as rivers—were viewed extremely highly due to all the vivid and informative ancient scenes that the people of old drew with their descendants in mind. The fact that their heartfelt stories were told in such a different way only served to make the murals even more valuable.

Gerald had already seen how detailed these murals could get back when he was in the ancient tomb of the general god. He could still clearly remember all the drawings on the tomb that described things from the day the people had found the general god up till the day he was buried.

“Speaking of which, I later asked one of my old friends to come over and have a look at the tablet. From what he could tell, the burial method depicted on it was some sort of ocean burial!” added Ghost.

“Ocean burial?”

hearing that, Gerald had a feeling that it could be related to the king of the

then by all means!” replied Master Ghost as he gestured for Gerald to follow

to a small hill that was located behind the church’s backyard. On it, lay what seemed to be a

private room itself was about five meters tall and three meters wide. Its walls were made of marble and the room was mostly dark and empty save for a table in the

within the

the lamp—that the master had offered to him—once Gerald stood right before the

he had seen back in the ancient

the scenes on the tablet seemed to detail

out on any key details, Gerald kept his eyes peeled as he continued

the story—that the mural was trying to tell—began by showing that Halimark City used to only be a tiny fishing village that was inhabited

group of people—led by an old man dressed in long robes—one day appeared at the village while carrying a huge

now with the robed old man. That old man was undoubtedly the same old beggar he had first

that Gerald would see him

beggar had carried the lady in white’s coffin all the