"Really?" Elara looked down at the bamboo. It was blackened, as if burned, with dry mud at both ends—clearly ancient. She reached out and squeezed it gently. The bamboo split open, revealing a tube of grayish animal skin inside. But she did not rush to check what was written on it.
Seeing Elara pause, Ada smiled bitterly, her eyes full of sarcasm. "Mind if I close the door?" She did not wait for Elara's reply before waving her hand to shut it. "Do you know who killed Kimons Charlotte, the former chief of the Charlotte Tribe?"
Ada's tone was tired. Elara lifted her gaze from the bamboo to look at her.
Receiving no answer, Ada was not disappointed. "In the past sixteen years, I've re-learned everything about the tribe I love. The result…" She forced a smile, pained. Her right hand on the
