Chapter 40 Ten of cubes... a small guy peeped out from behind the newsstand...

I looked up from the bun book, only to feel that my mind was full of all kinds of thoughts and it was a mess. At this time, I was sitting alone on Sindagma Square in Athens, looking at the Greeks passing by with newspapers under their armpits and briefcases in their hands, I suddenly had a flash of inspiration in my heart, and I suddenly realized: The Bun Book is an oracle, linking my journey with what happened on Magic Island a hundred and fifty years ago. I flipped through the pages I had just read. The narrator in the book, Hans, did not hear all the prophecies recited by the dwarf clearly during the banquet, but the obvious context and connection between each sentence can still be seen.

"The baker's son fled across the mountains and settled in a remote village. The baker hid the treasures of the magic island. The future was revealed in the cards. The villagers took in the lonely little boy. The baker offered him sparkling drinks , let him watch the beautiful goldfish..." The baker's son was obviously Hans.Grandpa Floyd had seen it.The distant village must have been Dulff, and the lonely little boy must have been Albert. In the following preview, Hans missed the two lines at 3 o’clock, but as long as we connect the other two lines at 3 o’clock with the four lines at 2 o’clock, the connection can still be seen.

"The sailor married a beautiful woman who ran away after giving birth to a child and ran south to find herself. The father and son went out together to find the beautiful woman who had lost himself. The dwarf stretched out his cold hand and directed to a distant village. Then he took out a magnifying glass and gave it to the boy from the north. The size of the magnifying glass just fits the gap in the goldfish bowl. The goldfish will not reveal the secrets of the island, but the bun book will..." This part is quite clear, but there are a few words in the prophecy that make me confused and puzzled.

"When the inner box opened the outer box, the outer box opened the inner box... The bun maker put his mouth on the magic funnel, and shouted loudly, and the sound was heard hundreds of miles away... The sailor spit out a strong drink..." Does that last sentence predict that Dad will quit his long-term alcohol addiction? If so, I will have to treat Dad and this ancient prophecy differently. The problem is, Hans only hears forty-two of the fifty-two lines.Especially the latter part, he found it difficult to concentrate and listen.This is no wonder, because the further the prophecy game goes, the farther away it is from Hans' era.This prophecy was like a bible to Hans and Grandpa Freud, no wonder Hans couldn't remember it clearly.

Now, except for me, most people can't see through the mystery of this ancient prophecy.Only I know who the cold-fingered dwarf is.I'm also the only one who has a special magnifying glass.No one else will understand why the Bun Book reveals the island's secrets. I am still very sorry that Hans did not hear all fifty-two lines, because, through his neglect, a large part of the prophecy, especially the part involving us father and son, will probably become eternal Mystery.I judge that one of the dwarves probably mentioned in the prophecy whether our father and son will meet our mother in Athens, and whether she will follow us back to Norway... When I was flipping through the bun book in the square, I caught a glimpse of A dwarf poked his head out from behind the bookstall and watched me.At first, I thought it was just a local kid, curious to see me sitting alone in the square, but on closer inspection, it turned out that he was the dwarf we met in the garage.The guy just showed his face and turned and walked away.

In an instant, a cold sweat broke out on my back. Then I thought, why should I be afraid of this dwarf? Although he has been following me, he has not done anything to hurt me. Maybe, he also knows the secret of Magic Island.He gave me the magnifying glass, and then sent me to the village of Dürf, perhaps for the purpose of uncovering the secret.If that's the case, I shouldn't blame him for following me all the way to check on my reading progress, this is a rare book after all. I remember Dad jokingly saying that gnomes were dummy created by a Jewish magician hundreds of years ago.Of course, Dad was only joking, but if it was true, then perhaps the magician knew Albert and Hans.

I was about to read down, but I saw my father striding across the square and walking towards me in a hurry.He was a head taller than the average Greek.I quickly stuffed the bun book into my pocket. "Did it keep you waiting?" he asked out of breath. I shake my head. I decided not to tell Dad about seeing the dwarf.After all, compared with the things described in Bun's book, this little man who followed us wandering in Europe is not worth mentioning at all. "What are you doing?" Dad asked again. I held up the playing cards in my hand for him to see.I told him I was playing solitaire.

Then the waiter came over.Charge me for soda. "It's so small!" he exclaimed. Dad was stunned, at a loss. Of course, I knew the waiter was referring to the Bun book I had just read.I was really worried that he would expose my secret, so I quickly took out the magnifying glass, held it up to him and said, "It's small, but it's very useful." "Yes, yes!" The waiter nodded repeatedly. That's how I got away with it. As I walked out of the cafe, I explained to my dad, "I was checking the cards for signs that were invisible to the naked eye."

"What happened?" Dad asked. "I won't tell you!" I shook my head pretending to be mysterious.