一切的开始
*本文使用了AI做一些总结和格式化工作
* 测试版本为1.21 9.4.5
当你看到这篇教程时，肯定是因为一开始玩的时候以为只是简单的墓碑模组，但是后面这模组的东西越掉越多于是前来查看，所以先介绍一下假如完全没有玩这个模组也会遇到的物品。
首先最显眼但完全不用介绍的就是墓碑和墓碑钥匙。
然后就是以下
这六种亡灵怪物掉落物， 不玩这个模组做刷怪塔肯定都嫌弃过这些。
分别是 墓灰 不死精华 缚魂瓶 (Soul Receptacle) 这三种纯合成材料
以及还是比较有用的各种卷轴和石板， 以及能召唤出宠物的 挚友瓶 (Familiar Receptacle).
由于是随机抽取的效果，能出一些正常不能出的无敌效果，而且都是十分钟，随机出一些例如铁咒术的深渊庇佑就无敌了。.
然后就是两种野外结构 分别是废弃坟墓和废弃海底坟墓，实际英文名 abandoned grave land , abandoned grave ocean
能挖出来一些装备，之前的版本默认甚至是随机出的，能出mod内神装。
以及一些目前没有翻译的剧情书籍。不过虽然每个人只有一份，但是丢掉对解锁后面的没影响，只需要拿到过就行。
让我们开始玩吧
如果一直没有注意到死亡知识，那么首先输入/tbgui,就会打开这个mod的gui
上面是阵营倾向， 下面是技能加点，顺便点击配置菜单，配置一下自己的墓碑，就能完成一个成就。
把技能点全点满也是这模组的毕业象征了，不过也不用刻意刷，这模组不管做什么都给经验值。
技能自带说明就不一一介绍，只介绍几个目前翻译不太清楚的。
寻宝者：每级增加20%概率在刷亡灵怪时额外获得一个掉落，升满5级必掉一个模组掉落。
死灵法师： 每级增加20%概率在驯服亡灵时为其增加特殊能力。
具体如何驯服就到阵营相关了，根据行为会影响善恶值，根据善恶值的不同会获得不同能力
具体数值对应为
阵营等级（Alignment Level）阵营值区间（Alignment Value）-4≤ 最小阵营值-3≤ -3000 且 ＞ 最小阵营值-2≤ -1500 且 ＞ -3000-1≤ -500 且 ＞ -15000＜ 500 且 ＞ -5001＜ 1500 且 ≥ 5002＜ 3000 且 ≥ 15003＜ 最大阵营值（getAlignmentMaxValue ()）且 ≥ 30004≥ 最大阵营值（getAlignmentMaxValue ()）正常应该都是正义的，因为杀女巫和劫掠者+10，杀村民-10但不好杀。
根据善恶分别有这两个buff， 每个邪恶等级对应-10%
每个正义等级对应
剩下的特性就必须先合成一个安卡的祈祷了
首先邪恶可以转换村民为僵尸村民， 正义则可以转换回来。 具体操作为对着这两个生物拿着安卡右键。
然后不同等级的额外效果如表
阵营等级基础可触发效果相较于低一级的额外新增效果-41. 控制野生亡灵（undead）2. 强化控制亡灵（dissonance）3. 转化村民为亡灵仆从（zombify）无额外新增（与 - 3 级效果完全一致，仅阵营值更低，是 “极恶” 的象征，无功能差异）-31. 控制野生亡灵（undead）2. 强化控制亡灵（dissonance）3. 转化村民为亡灵仆从（zombify）新增 “强化控制亡灵”（dissonance）：相较于 - 2 级，可让亡灵仆从获得 “强化属性”（血量、攻击力提升）-21. 控制野生亡灵（undead）2. 转化村民为亡灵仆从（zombify）新增 “控制野生亡灵”（undead）：相较于 - 1 级，可直接驯服无主野生亡灵并绑定为仆从-1转化村民为亡灵仆从（zombify）新增 “转化村民为亡灵”（zombify）：相较于 0 级（中立），可将普通村民转化为自己的亡灵仆从0仅墓碑祈祷（onGrave）：获得随机增益、降低墓碑腐化值无阵营专属新增效果（相较于 - 1 级失去 “转化亡灵”，相较于 1 级失去 “保护生物”，仅保留通用墓碑祈祷）1保护生物（protection）：为目标开启保护状态（免伤、免疫负面）新增 “保护生物”（protection）：相较于 0 级（中立），可对生物施加保护效果，奖励知识值与善良阵营值21. 保护生物（protection）2. 驯服非亡灵生物（empathy）新增 “驯服非亡灵生物”（empathy）：相较于 1 级，可直接驯服狼、猫等非亡灵生物并绑定为随从31. 保护生物（protection）2. 驯服非亡灵生物（empathy）3. 强化驯服生物（harmonization）新增 “强化驯服生物”（harmonization）：相较于 2 级，可让驯服的生物获得 “强化属性”（血量、攻击力提升）41. 保护生物（protection）2. 驯服非亡灵生物（empathy）3. 强化驯服生物（harmonization）无额外新增（与 3 级效果完全一致，仅阵营值更高，是 “极善” 的象征，无功能差异）最后不需要墓碑的还有一些墓灰的初级合成，详见百科，无关紧要。
造一个墓园吧
接下来这模组一切都围绕着墓碑和灵魂， 首先要建的是一个装饰性墓碑， 例如 十字坟墓 (Cross Grave)， 当然任何类型的墓碑都可以。
然后等待一段时间，可配置，默认是十分钟，触发检查时就会出现灵魂。 或者使用缚魂瓶 (Soul Receptacle)右击让墓碑可以直接获得一个灵魂。
不过自然产生的灵魂有10%概率出现蓝色远古灵魂，在各方面都会更强力一些。 而且他还有概率会带着墓地守护者出现，墓地守护者会提供一些不错的交易。
墓碑的作用首先就是上文就提到可以对墓碑祈祷，获得一个随机的buff （当然也可能得到飞升这种东西，导致直接上天。）
其次就是对未附魔的卷轴和石板进行附魔，具体列表见百科。
是的，合成出来后并不能用，要消耗一个灵魂，远古灵魂会变成加强的远古石板或者卷轴。
1.21添加了一些新的道具，并且也需要消耗灵魂来使用，见下表
书籍名称功能描述使用方法祛魔书可祛除物品的部分魔咒，以附魔书的形式返还将附魔物品置于主手，祛魔书置于副手，然后右击坟墓灵魂修复书可奇迹般地修复一个物品将待修复的物品置于主手，修复书置于副手，然后右击坟墓灵魂誊录书复印魔法卷轴的更多副本将待复制的卷轴置于主手，誊录书置于副手，然后右击坟墓灵魂灌注书利用魔法增强物品，增强附魔等级将可附魔的物品置于主手，浸魔书置于副手，然后右击坟墓灵魂驻魂书为物品附魔灵魂绑定将任意不可堆叠的物品置于主手，驻魂书置于副手，然后右击坟墓灵魂遗忘书重置升级点数副手持这本书，然后右击坟墓灵魂
最变态的还是誊录书，随机出一本强力的卷轴后就用不完了。
剧情解密
之前可能拿到的几本书，实际上涉及到了解密，解密通过后可以获得一些技能。 不过没有翻译，在游戏估计没人能看懂，这里列出来了。并且提供了隐藏的答案。
首先打亡灵怪会小概率出两本书，分别是
静默盟约仪式
首先看静默盟约仪式， 英语原文下面，我让ai做了翻译版
它的全文是
Dated the 13th Selenumber, Year 12 of the Withheld Breath CyclePreserved Archive - Forgotten Scriptorium, Sealed Wing"Before names were forbidden, some still dared to speak to graves. They did not seek life. They wanted to listen to the memory that stone refused to forget."They were not yet called necromancers.The texts refer to them as the Echo-Bearers.Solitary, marginal figures who, for forgotten reasons, lingered near graves longer than those who mourned.Some carried a broken ankh, found or stolen.Others gathered grave dust, mixing it with ink or blood to draw circles on bare stone.23rd Bladesilence, Year 14 of the Withheld Breath CycleValley of Har'Thul"I placed my palm on the faded slab. A vibration coursed through me. The cold had thickened. A voice - not a sound, but a suspended thought - whispered to me: You are not the one I awaited. But I remember anyway."These first echoes were not summoned.They came to those who knew how to remain silent.The Watchers?They still watched.But they said nothing.5th Cindershade, Year 18 of the Withheld Breath CycleValley of Har'ThulA man carved seven circles around a bare grave.He left no name, no offering, no word.He sat and waited.Legend says the stone bled, and a faceless Breath rose, then vanished into his parted mouth.His name was erased from all known archives.But the ground where he sat still refuses to grow even a blade of grass."They did not want to command the dead. They wanted the dead to hear that they were remembered."Gradually, fragments of knowledge began to circulate.Words. Gestures. Objects shaped in the shadows.Engraved stones that trembled when certain names were spoken.Black jars where ashes and poems were slipped.Breath-memories, condensed into smooth pebbles, sealed with bone wax.31st Vigilshadow, Year 20 of the Withheld Breath CycleFragment found in the Crypt of Khen-Alor"Those who want to see the dead walking are blind. I want to hear them when they no longer speak."They were not yet dangerous.But the world had begun to feel their chill.And in the deepest layers of ancient tombs, some awakened Breaths, left unguarded, were already waiting to be awakened again..."They say some would kneel, motionless, near a Decorative Grave... and no wind, no shadow, would dare disturb their presence again."Dated the 8th Morphose, Year 28 of the Withheld Breath CycleBlack Codex, Hall 9 - Preserved under double seal by the Order of Echorune"All that is spoken may be forgotten. But that which is written with the breath of the dead, never."The Echo-Bearers became Scribes.They understood that awakened breaths did not respond only to prayers... but also to shapes, lines, syllables inscribed in dust.Circles of study emerged - clandestine - deep in collapsed crypts or abandoned cellars.They called them knots of memory.11th Morphose, Year 28 of the Withheld Breath CycleCrypt of Var'hess, sealed entrance of black ashThere, one Valdren Ur-Raed engraved his own name into stone using grave dust mixed with his blood.It is said the wall wept.Three days later, a chill wind lingered around the glyph.It repeated the name backwards, endlessly.The glyphs grew more complex.Some summoned gentle memories, others awakened pains so old even the headstones trembled.And with this writing came pride.Some Echo-Bearers forged bound scrolls, containing entire rituals.They tied them to urns, to stones, to the recently dead... and thus, they created the first soul receptacles.Not to protect. But to recall. To bind."Silence, if transcribed, becomes a vow. A vow, if misread, becomes a scream."Fragment of a Fragment, written half-dead2nd Bladeroot, Year 31 of the Withheld Breath CycleValley of Har'ThuA schism arose.Some refused to inscribe these tongues.Others saw in them the key to eternal memory.Thus came the time of the Restrained Engravers - necro-scribe monks who bore their glyphs tattooed beneath the skin.They no longer spoke. They engraved themselves.The Watchers?It is said they turned away.But in a ruined temple of Sarl-Gar, a perfect circle appeared at dawn, drawn into frozen ash.And at its center, a word was written... without ink."Too much."And still, they continued.Language was no longer a tool. It became power, a bond, a possession.And the graves began to respond... even when they were not called."Grave dust was not just residue. It bound the one who bore it to memories still sensitive - even silent."Dated the 26th Hollowgrief, Year 38 of the Withheld Breath CycleSealed Extract - Forbidden Section, Iron Reliquary, Collapsed Wing of the Forgotten Scriptorium"There came a time when graves were no longer just places of remembrance. They became thresholds. And those who waited beyond... began to walk toward the here."Memory, when summoned too often, becomes distorted.And what the Echo-Bearers awakened was no longer quite what had been lost.Some Breaths returned without form or name, swollen with fragments of other deaths.Disturbed. Stitched together with ancient noises.They were called the Broken Awakened.They no longer answered prayers.They slipped into places where glyphs were unfinished, where seals were poorly placed.Entire graves were found melted from within - no bones, only dense, salty wind.14th Hollowgrief, Year 37 of the Withheld Breath CycleTomb of Rhen-Caral"The slab had moved on its own. Beneath it, a voice spoke - but it did not come from the hole. It came from within me."The Restrained Engravers chained glyphs together.But the more they wrote, the more the language twisted.Circles closed in on themselves.Names rewrote themselves backwards.It was during this time that the Screaming Graves appeared.Places where the trapped Breath had no memory left to share, only the pain of being summoned too often.The scream in these places was not a voice - it was a deep vibration in the ground, as if the earth itself refused to hold what had been bound to it.9th Echopeak, Year 39 of the Withheld Breath CycleValley of Har'ThulAn anonymous scribe forged a reversed key, from a shard of broken ankh and a soul-engraved rune.He attempted to "reopen what no longer wished to speak".He was found dead, lips sealed naturally, his headstone melted beneath him."They thought they could bind the dead. But it was they who were bound."Memorial of Charn, vanished guardianThe Watchers?Some claimed they saw them turn their heads for the first time.Others, more lucid, noted that from that point on, some graves no longer echoed. No Breath. No trace. Nothing.Memory, damaged, was left to itself. And the Broken Awakened remained.An old scribe once said:"There are graves that will recognize you... if you do not look at them, and simply remain still. Then the dead will look away, thinking you came from them."Dated the 17th Finalember, Year 44 of the Withheld Breath CyclePartially Erased Fragment - Sealed Room of the White Annex, Forgotten Scriptorium"Sometimes, we must forget those who were allowed to listen for too long. Even stones, if whispered to endlessly, can become dangerous."This was the end of bound words.Those who had engraved their names into stone began to forget their own identity.The glyphs changed by themselves.Inks faded before they could dry.Grave dust no longer responded.Silence, once obedient, turned hostile.6th Finalember, Year 44 of the Withheld Breath CycleValley of Har'ThulA stele was found in a nameless desert. It bore no symbol.But travelers who approached it claimed they no longer remembered why they had come.The Scriptorium attempted to compile what could still be salvaged.Soul receptacles were sealed in black lead.Ash rituals were forbidden.Some Echo-Bearers requested voluntary forgetting.They had a glyph of silence etched into their heart.It is said their graves do not ring when struck.But it was already too late.Some fragments of the broken language had escaped all control.And one day, a sealed grave (entombed for over two centuries) began to glow under the moon.A pale light. No inscription.But in the air, a phrase lingered: "I remember what I should not".31st Finalember, Year 44 of the Withheld Breath CycleValley of Har'ThulThe Watchers, for the first time, intervened.Not with words. Not with signs.They turned the stelae. They erased the glyphs.They burned the oldest graves to ash.And most of all... they closed the Forgotten Scriptorium."It takes centuries to build a silence. A single miswritten name is enough to make it scream."Today, only a few fragments remain, scattered.Some cursed books. A few reversed keys.Breaths trapped in urns that even dust refuses to cover.But no name has survived. Not even that of the first Echo-Bearer.And that... was precisely what the Watchers had hoped for."Some elders, after gathering all forbidden texts, discovered one last silent rite. They knelt, a handful of grave dust in hand, near a Decorative Grave, and waited in silence. Those who performed the gesture with respect were forgotten by the undead... as long as they did not raise a hand against them."ai翻译版
# 静默契约仪式（全四部分）## 记于“秘息纪元”12年，“月数纪”13日存档来源：遗忘经卷室 - 封禁翼馆“凡言说之物或会被遗忘，然以死者魂息书写之物，永不会消逝。” 在名字尚未被禁止的年代，仍有人敢向坟墓倾诉。他们并非渴求生命，只是想聆听那块石头不愿遗忘的记忆。 那时，他们还不被称作“亡灵巫师”。文献里称他们为“回响承载者”——一群孤僻、被边缘化的人，因某些已被遗忘的缘由，在墓旁停留的时间比哀悼者更久。有人手持一枚破碎的安卡（古埃及生命符号），或拾得，或盗取；另一些人则收集墓尘，将其与墨水或血液混合，在光秃的石面上绘制圆环。## 记于“秘息纪元”14年，“刃寂月”23日地点：哈尔图尔山谷“我将手掌按在褪色的石板上，一阵震颤传遍全身。寒意愈发浓重。一个声音——并非声响，而是一段悬停的思绪——向我低语：你不是我等待的人。但我还是记起来了。” 这些最初的回响，并非被召唤而来。它们只会降临在那些懂得保持静默的人身边。 那些“守望者”呢？他们仍在注视，却始终一言不发。## 记于“秘息纪元”18年，“烬影月”5日地点：哈尔图尔山谷曾有一人，在一座无碑坟墓周围刻下七个圆环。他未留下姓名，未献上祭品，未说过一个字。他只是坐下，静静等待。 传说称，那块石头渗出血迹，一个无面的“魂息”缓缓升起，随后钻进他微张的口中。所有已知档案里，他的名字都被抹去了。但他曾静坐的那片土地，至今连一根草都不愿生长。 “他们并非想支配死者，只是想让死者知道：自己仍被铭记。” 渐渐地，零星的知识开始流传——一些词语、一些手势、在阴影中塑成的器物；只要念出特定名字，就会震颤的刻文石；用来存放骨灰与诗句的黑色陶罐；凝结成光滑卵石、用骨蜡封存的“魂息记忆”。## 记于“秘息纪元”20年，“守夜影月”31日碎片来源：肯-阿洛尔墓穴“那些想看见死者行走的人，皆是盲目之辈。我只想在他们不再言语时，听见他们的声音。” 那时的他们，尚未构成威胁。但这个世界，已开始感受到他们带来的寒意。而在古老墓穴最深层，一些无人守护、早已苏醒的“魂息”，正等待着被再次唤醒…… “据说，有些人会在装饰性墓碑旁跪下，一动不动……此后，无论风，还是阴影，都再不敢惊扰他们的身影。”## 记于“秘息纪元”28年，“蜕变月”8日《黑色法典》第九厅——由“回响符文教派”双重封印保存“凡言说之物或会被遗忘，然以死者魂息书写之物，永不会消逝。” “回响承载者”成了“刻写者”。他们发现，苏醒的魂息不仅响应祈祷，还会对刻在尘埃中的形状、线条与音节产生反应。 研究团体开始在隐秘之处涌现——深埋于坍塌的墓穴或废弃的地窖中。他们称这些团体为“记忆之结”。## 记于“秘息纪元”28年，“蜕变月”11日地点：瓦尔赫斯墓穴，黑灰封死的入口在那里，一位名为瓦尔德伦·乌尔-拉德的人，用混合了自身血液的墓尘，将自己的名字刻进了石壁。据说，那面墙流下了泪水。 三天后，一股寒风在符文周围徘徊不散，一遍又一遍地倒念着那个名字。 符文变得愈发复杂：有些能召唤温柔的记忆，有些则会唤醒古老到连墓碑都为之震颤的痛苦。而随着这些刻写，傲慢也随之滋生。 部分“回响承载者”制作了“绑定卷轴”，上面记载着完整的仪式。他们将卷轴系在骨灰瓮上、石头上，甚至刚死去的人身上——就这样，他们造出了最初的“灵魂容器”。目的并非保护，而是留存，是绑定。 “静默若被转录，便成誓言；誓言若被误读，便成尖叫。” ——残页中的残句，由濒死者所写## 记于“秘息纪元”31年，“刃根月”2日地点：哈尔图山谷分裂随之产生。一部分人拒绝刻写这些“文字”，另一部分人却视其为“永恒记忆的钥匙”。 于是，“受限刻写者”的时代来临了——这些亡灵刻写僧侣，将符文纹在了自己的皮肤之下。他们不再开口说话，而是将一切刻在自己身上。 那些“守望者”呢？据说他们选择了转身离去。但在萨尔-加尔的一座废弃神庙里，黎明时分，冻结的灰烬中出现了一个完美的圆环。圆环中央，有一个未用墨水书写的词：“过界了。” 可他们仍未停止。语言不再是工具，而成了力量、羁绊与私产。就连坟墓，也开始主动回应——即便无人召唤。 “墓尘并非只是残渣。它能将持有者与那些即便静默、仍敏感的记忆绑定在一起。”## 记于“秘息纪元”38年，“空悲月”26日密封摘录——禁忌区域，铁制圣物箱，遗忘经卷室坍塌翼馆“曾有一段时期，坟墓不再只是追忆之地，而成了一道门槛。门后的存在，开始向现世走来。” 记忆若被频繁召唤，便会扭曲。“回响承载者”唤醒的事物，已不再是当初失去的模样。有些魂息归来时，没有形态，没有名字，只充斥着其他死亡的碎片——混乱不堪，被古老的噪音拼接在一起。人们称它们为“破碎觉醒者”。 它们不再响应祈祷，只会钻进未完成的符文、松动的封印中。有人发现，整座坟墓竟从内部融化了——没有骸骨，只剩浓稠的咸风。## 记于“秘息纪元”37年，“空悲月”14日地点：雷恩-卡拉尔之墓“石板自行移动了。石板之下，有个声音在说话——但那声音并非来自墓穴深处，而是来自我的体内。” “受限刻写者”将符文串联起来，但刻写越多，这些“文字”就越发扭曲：圆环自我闭合，名字自行倒写。 正是在这个时期，“尖叫墓碑”出现了——被困在其中的魂息，已无记忆可分享，只剩被反复召唤的痛苦。这些地方的“尖叫”并非声音，而是大地深处的震颤，仿佛连土地都不愿承载这些被绑定的魂息。## 记于“秘息纪元”39年，“回响峰月”9日地点：哈尔图尔山谷一位无名刻写者，用破碎安卡的残片与刻有灵魂的卢恩符文，打造了一把“反向钥匙”。他试图“重开那些不愿再说话的魂息”。 人们发现他时，他已死去——嘴唇自然闭合，身下的墓碑也已融化。 “他们以为能绑定死者，到头来却反被死者绑定。” ——查恩纪念碑，纪念那位失踪的守护者那些“守望者”呢？有人声称，亲眼看见他们第一次转动了头颅。另一些更清醒的人则注意到，从那时起，有些坟墓彻底没了回响——没有魂息，没有痕迹，什么都没有。 受损的记忆被弃之不顾，而“破碎觉醒者”仍在世间游荡。 一位老刻写者曾说：“有些墓碑会认出你……只要你不去看它，只是静静待着。这样一来，死者便会移开目光，以为你与他们来自同一世界。”## 记于“秘息纪元”44年，“终末月”17日残缺碎片——遗忘经卷室，白翼馆密封室“有时，我们必须遗忘那些获准聆听过久的人。即便石头，若被无尽低语缠绕，也会变得危险。” “绑定文字”的时代就此终结。那些将名字刻进石头的人，开始遗忘自己的身份；符文自行改变，墨水未干便已褪色，墓尘也不再响应；曾经温顺的“静默”，变得充满敌意。## 记于“秘息纪元”44年，“终末月”6日地点：哈尔图尔山谷有人在一片无名沙漠中发现了一块石碑——石碑上没有任何符号，但靠近它的旅人都说，自己突然忘了前来的目的。 “经卷室”试图整理残存的资料：灵魂容器被封入黑铅，灰烬仪式被明令禁止。有些“回响承载者”主动要求“被遗忘”——他们让工匠在自己的心脏部位刻下“静默符文”。据说，他们的墓碑即便被敲击，也不会发出声响。 但一切都已太晚。某些破碎“文字”的碎片，早已脱离了所有控制。某天，一座封存了两个多世纪的坟墓，在月光下开始发光——光芒苍白，石碑上无任何铭文，空气中却萦绕着一句话：“我记起了不该记的事。”## 记于“秘息纪元”44年，“终末月”31日地点：哈尔图尔山谷“守望者”第一次出手干预了。没有言语，没有征兆——他们推翻石碑，抹去符文，将最古老的坟墓烧成灰烬，而最重要的是，他们关闭了“遗忘经卷室”。 “构建一段静默需数百年，而一个写错的名字，便足以让它尖叫。” 如今，只剩零星碎片散落世间：几本被诅咒的书、几把反向钥匙、装着魂息却连尘埃都不愿覆盖的骨灰瓮。但所有名字都已消逝——就连第一位“回响承载者”的名字，也未能留存。 而这，正是“守望者”所希望的结果。 “有些长者在收集完所有禁忌文本后，发现了最后一道‘静默仪式’：他们手握一把墓尘，在装饰性墓碑旁跪下，静静等待。那些心怀敬意完成这个动作的人，会被亡灵遗忘——前提是，他们从不主动伤害亡灵。”
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# Elyra's Diary - Part 1 ## The Awakened Breath 3rd Sombreveil, Year 342 of the Era of Remembrance Under the Moon of Veils - Day of the Silent Veil It had been ten years since I last walked the stones of Éstranor. And yet, they had waited for me. The mist clinging to the headstones seemed to recognize me, as if the cemetery itself remembered my name. Kael had appeared to me here the last time, and today, it was he who was calling me. His memory, stronger than the wind, pulsed in the ankh I wore around my neck. I didn’t know what I was searching for, only that I was ready to listen. At the foot of the weathered grave, I knelt. The ankh reacted like never before: it warmed in my palm, gently, like a heart awakening. Then a light emerged from the stone. Faint. Bluish. A grave-soul. The first. "You came. The bond is not broken." He spoke of a breath. Not of an object, nor a name. But of an essence. And he said this: "There will be eight. Eight breaths. Eight truths. Eight silences." 15th Sombreveil, Year 342 of the Era of Remembrance Under the Moon of Veils - Day of the Black Marshes I descended into the marshes of Narthol. Here, the water reflects nothing. The roots twist like bones. I found a half-submerged grave without a name, at the edge of a hollow tree. When I placed the ankh there, the mist responded. And within that mist, a glow. A female voice, like a held breath. "I am the one the water forgot. But my memory rises." A boat. A silhouette. And in her hands: a fragment. Dense. Black. Inert. Then the water. The silence. When the vision faded, only a smooth, cold black stone remained in the mud. "What sinks does not die. It waits." I picked it up without understanding. But this stone vibrates. Not like the ankh, no. More subtly. As if something sleeps within it, held back, waiting to be called. I feel it wasn’t just any object. It was a trace of memory, as tangible as Kael’s silence. And in that moment, I understood: what I am chasing is not something to forge nor to find. It is an echo to gather. Two breaths now accompany me. I still don’t know what I seek, but I know this: death is not silent. Graves speak. You just have to listen differently. And I... I hear them. # Elyra's Diary - Part 2 ## The Buried Echoes 29th Sombreveil, Year 342 of the Era of Remembrance Under the Moon of Veils – Day of the Sleeping Ashes The Ashen Mountains still burn, even though the fire is dead. The air is dry, every breath carries a dusting of charcoal, and the trees are reduced to blackened skeletons. There, in the ruins of a collapsed sanctuary, I found the third grave. It was buried in a charred pedestal, the ground cracked beneath my steps, and the ankh beat in my hand. When I placed it on the slab, a light of red burst forth. It was weak, like a dying ember, but it vibrated. And with it, a voice. "I kept the flame until the final moment. But what burns, fades." I saw him: a man, alone, tending a dying brazier. He held a black object, hard, devoid of warmth, yet pulsing with silent memory. Then he buried it. In the ashes of that vision, I discovered a vitrified fragment – a black stone, rough, soft to the touch, but without warmth. A remnant. 11th Mistbright, Year 342 of the Era of Remembrance Under the Moon of Whispers – Day Without Epitaph The Vermilion Abbey is a forgotten skeleton of stone. Prayers there have faded for centuries. But beneath the rubble, a crypt awaited me. The grave had no name. No symbol. Only a void. When I placed the ankh there, a presence entered me. No voice, no word. But a thought. Slow, cold, irresistible: "What you cannot name is already watching you." In the collapsed corners, I found an old, half-decayed codex. It spoke of the "Nameless Breaths". Forgotten dead, but whose memory lingered. At the bottom of a page, a symbol: three circles, the center empty. And this phrase: "The void is not absence. It is waiting." That day, I understood that some graves contain no remains, but silences. And those silences are heavier than stone. I left the abbey carrying no fragment. But I felt something within me join the others. A faceless breath. It weighs nothing. But it does not forget. Four voices now accompany me. A black pebble. A stone of fire. A void. And Kael’s bluish light. These are not foreign memories. They feel intimate. As if what I was searching for was not outside, but already within me. # Elyra's Diary - Part 3 ## The Song of the Watchers 23rd Mistbright, Year 342 of the Era of Remembrance Under the Moon of Whispers — Day of the Stifled Remembrance Sieleth is a forest frozen in time. The trees are petrified, the leaves hard as stone, and the silence so perfect it becomes heavy. In the heart of a grove, I found a grave surrounded by broken statues. It seemed asleep. The ankh vibrated silently there. And then, I heard. Not a voice. A melody. Three notes, repeating, that I knew. Kael used to sing them, long ago, during winter vigils. It was once a child’s song, then a prayer. And now, a call. A soft light rose from the mound. And a child’s voice whispered in my mind: "I forgot my name, but my song still remembers me." I followed it, and beneath a twisted root, I discovered a broken flute, carved from blackened wood. Cracked, yet intact in its memory. Etched inside: a circle crossed by a wave. "What is sung without voice, teaches without word." 7th Ashmoon, Year 342 of the Era of Remembrance Under the Moon of Ashes – Day of the Sealed Hall The hills of Draneth led me to a sanctuary buried underground, guarded by glyphs the ankh seemed to recognize. Inside: a round chamber with no roof. In the center, a skeleton seated on a slab, holding a black medallion between its fingers. I placed the ankh. A cold voice echoed: "I was not buried. I waited. Not for death, but for memory." On the walls, constellations painted in circles. All connected. All but one: at the center. And beneath it, carved into the stone: "Memory rises seven times. The eighth watches." I took the medallion. It weighs almost nothing, but since then, the ankh no longer vibrates. As if this fragment completed something. As if the cycle was nearing its end. In my pack, I now carry: - a drowned pebble - a stone of fire - a broken flute - a faceless void - a silent medallion Six voices. And within me, the sense that the next one would be different. Older. More... personal. # Elyra's Diary - Part 4 ## The Final Silence 19th Ashmoon, Year 342 of the Era of Remembrance Under the Moon of Ashes – Eve of the Last Watcher The heights of Karthas are a realm of stone and wind. Up there, I found an old broken fortress, swallowed by centuries. Only a tower remained, and at its heart, a crypt watched over by a faceless statue. I bowed. It collapsed. Inside: a carved tomb, with no name, no emblem, no offering. But the ankh was glowing. The voice was no longer a whisper. It was a full presence. "You already carry what you are searching for." In a chest, I placed all the fragments. It opened. A piece of obsidian. Perfectly smooth. Etched with a single word: "Breath". 27th Ashmoon, Year 342 of the Era of Remembrance Under the Moon of Ashes – Day of the Last Breath The summit of Mount Opal holds no birds, no mist, no sky. It is pure void, a circle carved in stone. There, I laid down my memories. Seven voices surrounded me. And an eighth rose. Not a voice. An inner gaze. I searched my satchel. And I found it: the object I had carried from the beginning. A black shard, dense, mute. Born of the Nether. Given long ago, without understanding. "The ancients called it the Star of the Last Breath. But in the lands of the Nether... it was given another name. A name you already know." It is neither a key nor an artifact. It is crystallized memory. What I hold in my hand is a silent fragment. But it does not yield to the first prayer. It answers only to those who have listened to the end. "It activates only when everything has been heard. It is not here to be used. It is here to respond." I feel it: it must be offered to a living grave. A tomb still bound to a grave soul. Not thrown, nor placed. Extended with faith. Then it will vibrate. And everything I have seen will make sense. I am no longer a wanderer. I am the memory made whole. And the Star... has never stopped waiting for me.
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# 埃莉拉日记 - 第一部分：觉醒的魂息## 记于“追忆纪元”342年，“沉幕月”3日“帷幕之月”期间——“静默帷幕日”距离我上次踏足埃斯特拉诺的石板路，已过去十年。但那些石板，始终在等我。萦绕墓碑的薄雾仿佛认出了我，仿佛这片墓园本身就记得我的名字。上次凯尔便是在此处向我显现，而今日，正是他在召唤我。他的记忆比风更坚韧，在我颈间佩戴的安卡里搏动。我不知自己在追寻什么，只知已准备好聆听。我在一座饱经风霜的墓碑前跪下。安卡的反应前所未有：它在我掌心缓缓升温，如同一颗正在苏醒的心脏。随后，一缕光芒从石中透出——微弱，泛着蓝光，是一缕墓魂。这是第一缕。“你来了。羁绊未断。”他谈及一种“魂息”——非物件，非名号，而是一种本质。并留下这样的话：“终将有八缕魂息，八个真相，八重静默。”## 记于“追忆纪元”342年，“沉幕月”15日“帷幕之月”期间——“黑沼日”我踏入了纳斯托尔沼泽。这里的水面映照不出任何事物，树根扭曲如骸骨。在一棵空心树的边缘，我发现了一座半浸在水中的无名墓碑。当我将安卡置于碑上，薄雾有了回应。雾中亮起微光，一个女声传来，轻得像一声屏着的呼吸：“我是被流水遗忘的存在，但我的记忆已然上浮。”眼前浮现一叶小舟，一道身影。她手中握着一块碎片——厚重、漆黑、毫无生气。接着是流水，是静默。幻象消散时，泥泞中只剩一块光滑冰凉的黑石。“沉入水底者并未消亡，只是在等待。”我拾起黑石，虽不解其意，却能感受到它的震动——与安卡不同，那震动更为微弱，仿佛有什么事物在其中沉睡着，被束缚着，等待被召唤。我隐约察觉，这绝非寻常物件。它是记忆的痕迹，如同凯尔的静默般真切可触。那一刻我终于明白：我追寻的并非需要铸造或寻觅之物，而是待我收集的回响。如今已有两缕魂息伴我同行。我仍不知自己在追寻什么，但我确信：死亡从不静默，墓碑亦会低语。你只需换一种方式聆听。而我……已然听见。# 埃莉拉日记 - 第二部分：深埋的回响## 记于“追忆纪元”342年，“沉幕月”29日“帷幕之月”期间——“沉睡灰烬日”灰烬山脉的火焰早已熄灭，却仍似在灼烧。空气干燥，每一次呼吸都裹挟着炭尘，树木化作焦黑的残骸。在一座坍塌圣所的废墟中，我找到了第三座墓碑。它嵌在烧焦的基座里，脚下的地面布满裂痕，掌心的安卡不住跳动。当我将安卡放在石板上，一缕红光骤然迸发。那光芒微弱如残烛，却带着震动，随之而来的还有一个声音：“我守着火焰直至最后一刻，可燃烧之物终会消散。”我看见他——一个孤独的身影，守着即将熄灭的火盆。他手中握着一件黑色物件，质地坚硬，毫无温度，却承载着静默的记忆。随后，他将其埋入了灰烬。在幻象残留的灰烬中，我发现了一块熔融状的碎片——一块黑石，表面粗糙，触感柔软，却无半点温度。这是遗落的残片。## 记于“追忆纪元”342年，“雾明月”11日“低语之月”期间——“无碑日”朱红修道院已成被遗忘的石制骸骨。那里的祷言，早已在数个世纪前消散。但在碎石之下，一座墓穴正等候着我。墓碑上没有名字，没有符号，只有一片虚无。当我将安卡置于其上，一股存在感渗入我的意识——没有声音，没有言语，只有一个念头，缓慢、冰冷，却不容抗拒：“你无法命名之物，早已在凝视你。”在坍塌的角落，我发现了一本残破不堪的法典。书中提及“无名魂息”——那些被遗忘的死者，其记忆却未曾消散。书页末尾画着一个符号：三个圆环，中心空无一物。下方刻着一句话：“虚无并非缺失，而是在等待。”那一日我终于懂得，有些墓碑中没有骸骨，只有静默。而那些静默，比磐石更沉重。离开修道院时，我并未带走任何碎片，却能感觉到有什么事物已融入我的意识，与其他魂息相伴。那是一缕无面魂息，轻若无物，却从未遗忘。如今已有四缕魂息伴我同行：一块黑石、一片火石、一缕虚无，还有凯尔的蓝光。这些并非陌生的记忆，它们带着亲近之感，仿佛我追寻之物从不在外界，而早已在我心中。# 埃莉拉日记 - 第三部分：守望者之歌## 记于“追忆纪元”342年，“雾明月”23日“低语之月”期间——“压抑追忆日”西莱思森林是一片被时间冻结的土地。树木化为化石，树叶坚硬如石，静默浓稠得令人窒息。在一片树丛中央，我找到了一座被残破雕像环绕的墓碑。它似在沉睡，安卡在其上无声震动。随后，我听到了声音——那不是话语，而是一段旋律，三个重复的音符，熟悉得令我心头一颤。许久以前，凯尔曾在冬日守夜时唱起这旋律。它曾是童谣，后来成了祷歌，如今，则是召唤。一缕柔光从坟冢中升起，一个孩童的声音在我脑海中低语：“我已忘了自己的名字，但我的歌声仍记得我。”我循着旋律，在一根扭曲的树根下找到了一支残破的长笛，由焦黑的木头雕刻而成。虽有裂痕，其承载的记忆却完好无损。笛身内侧刻着一个符号：一道波浪穿过圆环。“无声吟唱之物，无需言语便能教诲。”## 记于“追忆纪元”342年，“灰烬月”7日“灰烬之月”期间——“封厅日”德拉内斯的群山指引我找到一座深埋地下的圣所，守护它的符文似被安卡认了出来。圣所内是一间无顶的圆形厅堂，中央的石板上坐着一具骸骨，指间握着一枚黑色徽章。我将安卡置于其上，一个冰冷的声音回荡开来：“我并非被埋葬，只是在等待——不为死亡，只为记忆。”厅堂的墙壁上，绘着环状相连的星座，唯有中央的星座与其他毫无关联。星座下方，石板上刻着一行字：“记忆将苏醒七次，第八次由守望者见证。”我取下徽章，它轻得几乎没有重量，可自那时起，安卡便不再震动。仿佛这枚碎片填补了某种空缺，仿佛循环已近终点。如今我的行囊中装着：- 一块溺水黑石- 一片火焰残石- 一支残破长笛- 一缕无面虚无- 一枚静默徽章六缕魂息伴我同行。我能感觉到，下一缕魂息将会不同——更古老，也更……私人。# 埃莉拉日记 - 第四部分：终末的静默## 记于“追忆纪元”342年，“灰烬月”19日“灰烬之月”期间——“最后守望者前夕”卡萨斯高地是一片石与风的国度。在那里，我发现了一座被岁月吞噬的残破堡垒，仅存一座塔楼，塔楼深处，一座墓穴由一尊无面雕像守护。我躬身行礼，雕像随之坍塌。墓穴内是一座雕刻精美的石棺，没有名字，没有纹章，没有祭品。但安卡却发出耀眼的光芒，那声音不再是低语，而是完整的存在：“你追寻之物，早已在你身上。”我将所有碎片放入一口箱子，箱子应声开启，里面是一块黑曜石，表面光滑无瑕，刻着一个词：“魂息”。## 记于“追忆纪元”342年，“灰烬月”27日“灰烬之月”期间——“最后魂息日”蛋白石山顶没有飞鸟，没有薄雾，没有天空，只有纯粹的虚无，以及地面上雕刻的圆环。我在那里放下所有记忆，七缕魂息环绕着我，第八缕魂息随之浮现——它不是声音，而是一种源自内心的凝视。我翻找行囊，终于找到了它：那件我从一开始便带在身上的物件。一块漆黑的碎片，厚重、无声，诞生于下界，是很久以前得到的礼物，当时的我未能领会其意。“古人称它为‘最后魂息之星’，但在下界的土地上……人们赋予了它另一个名字。一个你早已知晓的名字。”它既非钥匙，也非神器，而是结晶的记忆。我手中握着的，是一缕静默的碎片。它不会对初次祈祷回应，只向聆听至终点之人敞开。“唯有听完所有故事，它才会苏醒。它并非为被使用而存在，而是为回应而存在。”我能感觉到，它必须被献给一座“活墓”——一座仍与墓魂相连的坟墓。不可抛掷，不可随意放置，唯有怀着信念递出。届时它便会震动，届时我所见的一切，都将豁然开朗。我不再是漂泊者，我是完整的记忆本身。而那颗“星”……从未停止过等待我。
答案： 那下界之星右键有远古灵魂的墓碑
之后会在tbgui得到这个特性，实际效果是祈祷可以给队友加
埃尔德斯碎片
接下来两本书都先要从墓中或者其他渠道获得仪式长笛，jei里没有， 实际id为 'tombstone:ritual_flute'
然后需要右键演奏一次，gui如下
是 然后再去摸废弃坟墓， 陆地上的出第一本埃尔德斯碎片 第一卷
内容
# The Fragments of Erdos - Part 1 ## The Silent Breath I never left a name behind. Some saw me walk, others passed me without knowing. I always preferred the places where I wasn’t expected. This world overflows with voices, yet few truly listen. The living cry out their knowledge, but the earth - it remembers. So I began to listen to the stones. Not those of grand halls, but the ones that sleep, half-buried, marked by erosion and silence. Some bear engravings. Others do not. And yet, they all resonate. I walked for years, perhaps centuries. I’ve forgotten. My path was not a quest, but an erasure. I didn’t seek to add to the world, only to preserve what it was losing. I found graves no one remembered. Graves that expected nothing. To them, I offered what I could: listening. And sometimes... they answered. There are things no quill can write. Fragments too fragile to be bound to a book. So I tied them another way. I shaped scrolls from memory. Not mine - no. But those floating in the air, clinging to regrets, to moments, to final breaths. These scrolls are neither magical nor safe. They flicker dimly, like candles close to extinguishing. They do not wait to be read: they wait to be absorbed. Those who find them may see experience. But those who understand will see keys. Now you hold this first fragment. You found it in a forgotten place - perhaps you were meant to come, or perhaps chance did what rituals dared not. But if you wish to follow this thread, if you wish to approach what I once glimpsed... You must consume what others have left. Not to rise above - but to lower yourself into their silence. Each scroll absorbed makes a string tremble - one I thought had broken. When you’ve made the gesture - not once, but more than once - other memories will find you. Perhaps a second fragment. Perhaps another trace. But nothing comes to one who lets nothing go. Memory is not a gift - it is an exchange. To remember, one must first learn to lose. # 鄂尔多斯碎片 - 第一部分：静默的魂息 我从未留下过姓名。 有人见过我走过，也有人与我擦肩而过却毫无察觉。 我向来偏爱那些无人期待我出现的地方。 这世界充斥着声音，却鲜少有人真正聆听。 生者高声宣扬自己的所知，而大地——它始终记得一切。 于是我开始聆听石头的声音。 不是那些宏伟殿堂里的石材，而是那些半埋在土中、沉睡着的石头——它们被岁月侵蚀，笼罩在静默里。 有些石头刻着纹路，有些则一无所有。但它们都在共鸣。 我走了许多年，或许几个世纪——我已经记不清了。 我的旅途并非一场追寻，而是一次“抹去”。 我不想为这世界增添什么，只求守护它正在失去的事物。 我找到了许多被人遗忘的坟墓，那些不被任何人期待的坟墓。 对它们，我能给予的唯有：聆听。 而有时……它们会回应我。 有些事物，羽毛笔无法写下；有些碎片太过脆弱，无法装订进书中。于是我用另一种方式将它们留存。 我用记忆制成卷轴。但并非我自己的记忆——绝非如此。 而是那些飘在空中的记忆：附着在遗憾上、停留在某个瞬间里、缠绕着最后一口气的记忆。 这些卷轴既非魔法造物，也并非安全之物。它们微弱地闪烁，如同快要熄灭的蜡烛。 它们不等待被“阅读”，只等待被“接纳”。 找到它们的人，或许只能看见一段经历； 而真正理解它们的人，会看见钥匙。 如今你握着这第一片碎片。你在一个被遗忘的地方找到它——或许你本就注定会来，或许是偶然促成了仪式不敢为之的事。 但如果你想顺着这条线索走下去，如果你想靠近我曾瞥见的真相…… 你必须接纳他人留下的事物。不是为了凌驾于其上，而是为了让自己沉入他们的静默之中。 每接纳一份卷轴，就有一根我以为早已断裂的弦开始震颤。 当你重复这个动作——不止一次，而是多次之后——其他的记忆自会找到你。 或许是第二片碎片，或许是另一段痕迹。 但不愿放下任何事物的人，也无法得到任何事物。 记忆并非馈赠——它是一场交换。若想记住，必先学会失去。需要完成解密或者巧合后获得后面的， 方式一样
答案： 使用那个给2000经验的埃尔德斯的遗失之页
然后在最后一章 可以看到对应的旋律 "d f g g# g e f d" 然后获得效果等级三的残存 效果为经验获取增加30%
珊瑚之歌
从墓碑获得第一本
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# The Coral Chant — Part 1 ## The Muffled Chant Found in an abandoned underwater tomb, trapped in stone. The scroll had resisted the water, as if the sea itself kept it readable. They have no voice. No moan, no cry. But the silence they leave behind is heavier than mourning. The ancient reefs carried the Breath like a song. Each branch, each polyp, formed a voice in an underwater choir. And when those voices faded, the sea grew colder, more mute. The Watcher of the Dunes bore no tools, no offerings. Only a flute with spiraled patterns, engraved with symbols worn by salt. They said it made no sound... unless one simply blew. One day, he learned to play it. Not with skill. But with care. And when the right sequence echoed in the hollow of a shore, a dead coral shivered, then regained its color. He did not understand immediately. But he knew the song held something ancient. A forgotten chord, a fluid memory that only a few living beings could still make resonate. If you read these words, it means the flute is in your hands. Listen. The dead do not cry. But around you, some fragments await the right breath. You do not heal with gestures. You recall a note to the world. "At the bottom of the scroll, a strange sequence of letters stretches out, like a hidden melody: e g e c f a f d" # 珊瑚圣歌 — 第一部分：低沉的圣咏 发现于一座废弃的水下墓穴，嵌在岩石中。 这份卷轴未被海水侵蚀，仿佛大海本身在守护它，让它得以辨认。 它们没有声音。 没有呜咽，没有哭喊。 但它们留下的静默，比哀悼更沉重。 古老的珊瑚礁曾如歌声般承载着魂息。 每一根枝桠，每一个水螅虫，都是水下合唱团中的一个声部。 当这些声音消逝后，大海变得更冰冷，也更沉寂。 沙丘守望者没有携带工具，没有带来祭品。 只带着一支螺旋纹路的长笛，笛身上刻着被盐蚀得模糊的符号。 人们说这长笛发不出声音…… 除非有人轻轻吹奏。 有一天，他学会了吹奏这只长笛。 不靠技巧， 全凭心意。 当恰当的旋律序列在海岸的凹穴中回荡时， 一株枯萎的珊瑚开始颤动，随后重新焕发出色彩。 他没有立刻明白其中的奥秘。 但他知道，这支曲子里藏着古老的事物—— 一个被遗忘的和弦， 一段流动的记忆， 如今只有少数生者还能让它重新共鸣。 若你能读到这些文字，便意味着长笛已在你手中。 仔细听。 死者从不会哭泣。 但在你身边，有些碎片正等待着那缕恰当的气息。 你无法用手势治愈什么。 你只需为这世界，唤醒一个音符。 “卷轴的末尾，延伸着一串奇特的字母，宛如一段隐藏的旋律：e g e c f a f d”
答案：在失活珊瑚块面前吹奏，复活珊瑚即可获得第二卷，注意自己放置的不算，要么找野生的要么动黑科技
得到第二卷的内容
# The Coral Chant – Part 2 ## The Watcher of the Dunes There was no light. No brilliant sound. Only a silence less heavy, and a forgotten notebook that found you again. The first song had an effect. Not a miracle. But a sign: something had answered. The Watcher said the flute was not an instrument. It was a shaped memory. It did not produce sound, it released what was already there. When he played for the first time near a dead reef, the Breath did not respond. But when the tone was right, and the intent was not to force, but to mend, then a fragment vibrated, and color returned. But he was not content with revival alone. He replanted. Always. And never just anywhere. "The isolated coral dies faster than the dead one." "Nothing regrows on dry stone." He searched for the slow waters, the corners where a glimmer still lingered, where life still breathed, even faintly. There, he placed the rekindled fragments. And he waited. Not to harvest. But to see if the song would carry on. You have found the first note. It is only a beginning. The Breath has not yet resumed its flow. But you made it tremble. Keep going. # 珊瑚圣歌 — 第二部分：沙丘守望者 这里没有光。 没有清脆的声响。 只有一份稍显轻盈的静默， 以及一本重新寻回你的、被遗忘的笔记。 第一支曲子起了作用。 并非奇迹， 却是一个信号：有什么事物，已经回应了。 守望者说，这支长笛并非乐器。 它是一段被赋予形态的记忆。 它不“制造”声音， 只“释放”本就存在的事物。 他第一次在枯萎的珊瑚礁旁吹奏时， 魂息并未回应。 但当音调恰到好处， 当心意并非“强迫”，而是“修补”时， 一块珊瑚碎片便开始颤动， 色彩也随之回归。 可他并不满足于“复苏”本身。 他总会进行移植，从未例外。 且从不会随意选地方。 “孤立的珊瑚，比枯萎的珊瑚死得更快。” “干涸的石头上，什么也长不出来。” 他寻找流速缓慢的水域， 寻找仍有微光残留的角落， 寻找生命仍在微弱呼吸的地方。 他将重新焕发生机的珊瑚碎片安置在那里， 然后静静等待。 不为收获， 只为看看那支“歌”，能否继续流传。 你已找到第一个音符。 这仅仅是开始。 魂息尚未重新流动， 但你已让它开始颤动。 继续走下去吧。答案： 放置活珊瑚块
紧接着得到第三卷内容
# The Coral Chant – Part 3 ## The Memory Reefs The notebook had slipped between two freshly replanted branches. The water hadn’t erased its ink. On the contrary, it had revealed it. The fragment had been rekindled. And now, it lived again, where it had been returned to the sea. The Watcher said that awakening was just a breath. But making it last… Making it last was a song. He knew that coral could regain its color, but that without place, without bond, without listening, it would fade once more. "A song cast alone is only a cry." "But several notes, right and placed, become a memory." He kept playing. With each act of care, a fragment of his past returned. But it was by replanting the fragments together, sheltered from the current, close to the living, that he began to hear something else. An echo. Something older than his own memory. He did not yet understand. But he knew the song did not belong to him. He was only piecing it back together. Note by note. Gesture by gesture. You’ve returned one fragment to its place. Others are waiting. When they are many enough, the song will take shape again. And what it opens… will be revealed. "Some elders said it took at least thirty voices for harmony to resurface. But the Watcher… he never counted. He simply continued." # 珊瑚圣歌 — 第三部分：记忆珊瑚礁 笔记本滑落在两根新移植的珊瑚枝桠之间。 海水并未冲刷掉字迹，相反，它让字迹愈发清晰。 珊瑚碎片已重焕生机。 如今，在这片被送回大海的故土上，它再次“活”了过来。 守望者说，“唤醒”不过是一瞬的气息。 但要让这份生机延续…… 要让它延续，需要一支“歌”。 他清楚，珊瑚虽能重新焕色， 可若没有归属之地、没有联结之契、没有聆听之心， 它终将再次凋零。 “孤身奏响的曲子，不过是一声呐喊。” “而数个恰当安放的音符，才能编织成一段记忆。” 他始终没有停下吹奏。 每一次悉心照料，都让他找回一段过往的碎片。 但直到他将这些珊瑚碎片一同移植—— 避开湍急的水流， 靠近仍有生命的珊瑚群， 他才听见了别的声音。 一段回响。 一段比他自身记忆更古老的回响。 他尚未明白这回响的含义。 但他知道，这支“歌”并不属于他。 他只是在将它重新拼凑起来。 一个音符接着一个音符。 一个动作接着一个动作。 你已将一块碎片归位。 还有更多碎片在等待。 当它们聚齐之时， 这支“歌”便会重新成型。 而它将开启的事物……终将揭晓。 “有些长者说，至少需要三十个‘声部’，才能让和谐重现。 可守望者……他从不算计数量。他只是继续前行。”
答案： 放置三十个珊瑚块
最后得到第四卷的旋律在坟墓前吹奏后得到十五分钟的水栖效果
向毕业进发
到了后期有了充足资源后， 想办法调整自己善恶度和增加等级的话
这里提供了表格，供参考
触发行为分类具体行为描述数值说明（默认逻辑）装饰性墓碑交互玩家使用「缚魂瓶」为无灵魂的装饰性墓碑注入灵魂默认 +50玩家墓碑交互玩家无钥匙、非墓碑主人，且墓碑无需权限时「掠夺玩家墓碑」（获取墓中物品）默认 - 10生物击杀1. 击杀「降低善恶度标签生物」（如村民、友好生物，标签 EntityTypes.DECREASE_ALIGNMENT）默认 - 102. 击杀「增加善恶度标签生物」（如袭击者、特定亡灵，标签 EntityTypes.INCREASE_ALIGNMENT）+103. 击杀「自己驯服的生物」（如驯服的狼、马）-10祈祷仪式玩家善恶度为正（善良）时，为目标生物（含其他玩家）施加「保护效果」+20驱魔仪式玩家将「僵尸村民（ZombieVillager）」转化为普通村民+20僵尸化仪式 玩家善恶度为负（邪恶）时，将「普通村民（Villager）」转化为僵尸村民（非和平难度）-20贪婪石板使用玩家使用贪婪石板成功传送至目标位置-10特殊药水饮用玩家饮用大地苗圃药水+10
如果能刷村民，显然最方便的是击杀村民。 否则就是使用贪婪石板，但这就需要大量的墓碑
接下来就是增加死亡经验的， 不过实际上几乎每件事情都加，但是都有成本。
不过在做珊瑚之歌线的时候，就可以发现第二卷之后放珊瑚块可以加经验， 只需要来回放挖就行了。