Bakerlon Crystal Research: The Miner's Descendent
Overview
- Stage Cost: None
- First Clear Rewards:
Commemorative Etiquette Ticket x500
Guide
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Script
Exhibition Room
Check out the Bakerlon Crystals in the showroom. Talk with the doctor.
Dr. Miller: It's late to be visiting the exhibition. Are you here to admire the Bakerlon crystals at night?
You: Yeah, I heard the ores give off a dreamlike glow at night, so I thought I'd check it out.
Dr. Miller: Haha, indeed. Bakerlon crystals are more charming at night than during the day.
Dr. Miller: By the way, have you heard the recent rumors on the train, Miss [Player]?
You: Rumors?
Dr. Miller: Yes, I heard one of the passengers is the living descendant of a worker who dug up a lot of high-quality Bakerlon crystals in a Kahn mine one hundred years ago.
You: So that passenger should know a lot about crystals?
Dr. Miller: Yeah, his experiences should be more vivid.
Dr. Miller: So I'd love to talk to that passenger, but... I can't leave...
Dr. Miller: The conductor has requested that I stay in the exhibition at night.
At this moment, Dr. Miller looks a little helpless.
You: Dr. Miller, why don't I go talk to that passenger for you?
You: It's also an opportunity for me to learn more about Bakerlon crystals...
Dr. Miller: Sorry for the trouble, Miss [Player]. Thanks.
You: Sure thing.
Just as you're about to leave the exhibition to look for that passenger, you hear a young man talking to himself from a distance.
???: So the high-purity white crystals that my great-great-great-great-grandfather mentioned look... dreamlike indeed...
???: Hmm... if only he kept some of the Bakerlon crystals.
You: (His fourth great-grandfather? Is that who I'm looking for?)
You: (I should go ask him.)
Go to the showroom entrance and talk with the passenger there.
You walk over to the passenger and gently tap his shoulders.
You: Excuse me, are you the descendant of...?
???: Ah, yes, yes, yes. I'm the descendant of that miner. Call me Peter.
Peter: Lady, are you here to ask about my great-great-great-great-grandfather's experience as a miner?
You: Yeah, it seems... you've been interviewed many times already.
Peter: More or less, let's just say people are curious about mining in the past.
You: (After all, you're living proof.)
Suddenly, the young man's eyes twitch, as if he's thought of a wonderful idea.
Peter: According to my great-great-great-great-grandfather, the mines were especially dark in the old days. So they selected miners with good eyesight.
Peter: Only those who passed the eye exam and met the standard were allowed to go down the mines and become qualified miners.
Peter: The timing and lighting now are just right. Miss, would you like to take part in the eye exam?
Peter: If you aren't interested, we can go somewhere else and talk about my great-great-great-great-grandfather.
You: (Experience how the miners were screened back then? That does sound interesting.)
You: No problem. I'd love to try.
Peter: Okay, let me think about the topic...
Peter: Got it. How many ores are in the exhibition?
You: It's a piece of cake.
Peter: You remind me of the captain that my great-great-great-great-grandfather mentioned...
Peter: He was a man named Hucklebee who loved spinach and found the largest Bakerlon crystal that year.
You: The largest Bakerlon crystal?
Peter: Yeah, it weighed 17 kilos, which is a very lucky number.
Peter: My great-great-great-great-grandfather told me the Kahn family even gave it a name — "Jennie."
You: ...Remarkable.
You: And where is this "Jennie" now?
Peter: Probably hidden somewhere by the Kahn family. Such a large crystal needs to be looked after.
Peter: All right, time for the next assessment.
Peter: One correct answer won't qualify you to go down the mines.
You: It turns out tests are the same—there's always more than one round.
You: I got it wrong...
You: I need to take a closer look.
Peter: Are you ready? Here we go.
You: Sure.
Peter: Well, the question this time is, among the ores in the exhibition, which of them are relatively more expensive?
Peter: The more expensive ones are the ones protected by glass.
You: Let me see...
Peter: Correct! You have the talent to be a miner.
You: (What a unique way to compliment someone.)
You: Speaking of which, did your great-great-great-great-grandfather ever talk about what it was like to go down in the mines?
Peter's eyes flash with sadness at your question.
Peter: ...To be honest, those weren't pleasant memories for my great-great-great-great-grandfather.
Peter: The conditions down there were more difficult than we can imagine today, and I vaguely remember him describing his work environment.
Peter: "The whole place was pitch black, the air humid and hot. Rats would occasionally crawl over the back of your hand..."
Peter: "...You didn't know where you were, only that you had to dig... and dig..."
You: Well...
Peter: However, no matter how hard my great-great-great-great-grandfather worked, he never got paid a fraction of what the smallest Bakerlon crystals were worth.
Peter: So that's why I wanted to board the Mobius... to witness the beauty he had touched.
After a brief moment of sadness, Peter smiles at you, his expression relaxes again.
Peter: I'll leave the depressing stories aside until I can record it all in a biography.
Peter: By the way, according to my great-great-great-great-grandfather, you need to answer one more question right to make the cut.
Peter: Do you want to keep going?
You: Of course. I won't give up at this point.
You: I got it wrong... Did I miss something?
You: I need to take a closer look.
Peter: The last question will be harder, so you better be prepared.
You: I'm ready.
Peter: Listen up. How many lights are there in the exhibition right now?
Peter: Amazing, you passed!
Peter: My great-great-great-great-grandfather said they ate five carrots every day to maintain their eyesight.
Peter: Do you eat that many carrots a day as well?
You: Not really...
Peter: I understand. It must be talent then.
You: I got it wrong. Did I miscount...?
You: No, I can't be disheartened. I need to take a closer look.
Peter then tells you more stories from when his great-great-great-great-grandfather worked in the mines.
It isn't until the clock sounded a few times that Peter stopped sharing stories.
Peter: I'm terribly sorry... I didn't realize how late it was. It's time for me to rest.
Peter: We can talk about the rest next time.
You: Thank you, Peter.
With that, Peter quickly leaves the exhibition.
You: I feel like I've learned a lot about mining Bakerlon crystals. I should tell Dr. Miller everything.
Check out the strange figure that appeared suddenly.
You: There's... a shadow...?
Before you can walk forward to confirm, the faint shadow makes a few noises, causing you to retreat a small step.
???: Ugh... people...
???: ...Forget me...
???: ...Such misery... ugh...
You: (People... forget?)
You: (I should still listen.)
You squint at the half-transparent shadow, which begins to grow lighter as it repeats what it just said...
You: It disappeared? Could it... have been my imagination...?
You: No time to think. I think it's best if I find Dr. Miller.
Tell the doctor about everything that just happened.
You: Dr. Miller, I'm glad that you're still here. I just met the descendant of the miner...
Dr. Miller: Oh? You mean the person standing at the exhibition entrance? You guys were chatting for a long time.
You: Yeah, Peter explained a lot of things, like...
You tell Dr. Miller everything, including the shadow that you saw at the end. Dr. Miller nods after listening.
Dr. Miller: I see. Looks like I have another thing to research.
Dr. Miller: Thank you very much, Miss [Player].
You: You're welcome.
