Chapter 233 The inheritance of the gravekeeper (4)

Comparing the gentle and scholarly priest in front of him with the man before, the gravekeeper couldn't help but sigh in his heart. The two were completely on different levels.

The gravekeeper had not thought about the possibility of disguise.

But even disguise can often only change appearance.

Things like height are extremely difficult to change.

There is also the aura he releases, which can never be changed. What's more, the gravekeeper scanned the priest with his spiritual sense the moment he saw him, and did not detect any trace of etiquette on the young man.

Pure and natural.

Just as the gravekeeper was examining the young clergyman, the young man seemed to have noticed the gravekeeper's movements. He raised his head and glanced at him briefly, his expression quickly becoming serious, and one hand had silently been placed on his waist.

Although he has not stood up yet, his upper body is slightly lowered, and he is obviously ready for battle.

This kid is quite cautious.

The Dusk Temple is in chaos now, so it is normal to have such a reaction.

The priest was eating. The tempting aroma came from the barbecue in front of him. When his strength reached the level of a gravekeeper, food was no longer necessary.

However, I hadn’t tasted meat for eight thousand years, and for a moment, I felt very greedy.

He completely ignored the young man's actions and walked up to him carelessly. The man and woman before only attacked him because they rejected him, which made him feel humiliated. He was not the kind of butcher who killed anyone he saw, and he had no intention of killing the young man directly. But if the young man didn't know what was good for him, then don't blame him.

His careless behavior seemed to frighten the young man even more.

A layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead and he quietly took a step back. The gravekeeper could even see his neck move as if he had swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

The gravekeeper was not at all surprised by the young man's reaction. With this kid's strength, he might not be able to tell what level his realm was at, but at least he could see that he was definitely not someone he could afford to provoke.

In addition, the Dusk Temple has almost become a mass grave nowadays, so it is normal for this kid to regard himself as a shameless person who wants to kill people and steal treasures.

"Boy, can I have some of your barbecue? I'm an old man and I'm hungry too." The gravekeeper said to the young priest in front of him.

It seemed as if he was trying to find out what the young man meant.

But he had no intention of waiting for the young man's response. He stretched out his dirty right hand, grabbed a piece of perfectly roasted meat, stuffed it into his mouth and started chewing it in big mouthfuls.

The roasted meat was piping hot, tender and juicy. Although the flavor was a bit strong, it still tasted special to the gravekeeper, an old man who had not eaten meat for 8,000 years.

The young man stared in amazement, watching the gravekeeper wolfing down the food. He opened his mouth but in the end said nothing.

The gravekeeper saw everything about the young man's reaction, and sneered in his heart: He was just trying to eat some of your barbecue. Fortunately, you didn't refuse or stop him, otherwise he would have roasted you over the fire.

Bite by bite...they looked like refugees fleeing famine.

It didn't take long before the gravekeeper had completely stuffed the roasted leg of lamb into his stomach. Even the bottle of good wine next to it was gulped down by the old man.

He wasn't worried at all that this guy might poison him.

After all, the kid was originally planning to roast it for himself to eat, so there was no reason for him to poison himself.

What's more, what is his strength? If there is anything abnormal about the barbecue, he can quickly detect it.

There's no way, I'm just that confident.

After eating and drinking, the old man casually raised his sleeve and wiped the dirty corners of his mouth: "Have you been staying here all the time?"

Gulp!

The young man swallowed again.

"That's right."

The gravekeeper nodded with satisfaction: "Have you ever seen anyone walking this way?"

"One."

The gravekeeper raised his frowning eyebrows slightly: "One? Are you sure? What does that person look like?"

The young clergyman thought for a moment before he spoke slowly, "I'm sorry, that man seemed to be in a hurry and ran very fast. I couldn't see what he looked like. I could only see a rough outline of him. He was tall, strong and sturdy, with a dark complexion."

The gravekeeper thought for a moment. He was tall, strong, and had a dark complexion. Wasn't that the man from before? That boy was alert and even knew to act separately from the woman next to him.

Humph, stupid, do you think you won’t be able to find them if you separate like this?

"Then do you know where he went?" the gravekeeper asked again.

"Over there..." He pointed at the young priest on the side and spoke quickly, as if he would rather die than let his friend die.

Looking in the direction of the young man's finger, that place seemed to be the palace of the Twilight Dynasty... The gravekeeper's wrinkled old face actually gradually blossomed into a smile that made people's scalps tingle.

The palace, that's where the Dusk King lives.

Even though eight thousand years have passed, the resentment of the last Twilight King still lingers in the palace.

That guy, is he trying to use the resentment of the last Dusk King to deal with him? Although he looks big and strong, he is really a cunning guy... The gravekeeper believes more and more in this young priest whom he met for the first time.

Without saying anything more, since the boy was so sensible, he decided to let him go for the time being. However, just after he took a few steps, the gravekeeper suddenly stopped and looked at the young man again.

The young man's body suddenly tensed up.

Such behavior made the gravekeeper sigh in his heart.

Forget it, forget it. Although this kid is not very strong and is very timid, at least he doesn’t look that annoying.

This kid may not be able to inherit the legacy of the Guardian of Destiny.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

He doesn't have that ability, nor does he have that character.

And if he cannot find someone to pass on the experience he has gained from studying magic in the imperial mausoleum for eight thousand years, he will still feel regretful even if he dies in the future.

It is fate to meet this guy.

Perhaps, this is fate? The gravekeeper smiled slightly, reached out his hand and took out a dirty, tattered notebook from his arms, threw it to the young man and said, "Boy, I have been studying magic for tens of thousands of years."

"I have left behind at least eighty magic notebooks in my lifetime, if not a hundred."

"But this one is the only one that is the essence of all the magic notes. It contains all my experiences in practicing magic, as well as my own original magic, and even some forbidden spells."

"I see you have a connection today, so I'll give it to you."

"You must study hard and don't neglect it. I see that you have limited talent and it will be difficult for you to achieve anything great in this life. But this magic notebook will allow you to break through to the legendary level without any problem."

"In the future, if you have the opportunity, you can find a talented person to pass on my unique magic to me, and it will be worth the fate between you and me today."

The young man seemed to be shocked. He didn't expect that a bottle of good wine and a few slices of barbecue could actually bring him such a reward.

For a moment, I had no idea how to react.

The gravekeeper didn't say much. After throwing the magic notebook to the young man, he left. His appearance, temperament, and tattered coarse cloth clothes perfectly demonstrated the demeanor of a master.

He also wants to kill that fox girl and that man.

The masters are the masters.

However, he did not intend to let go of anyone who dared to reject his kindness.

What's more, the man punched him and his eye socket is still black and blue. It would be hard to get rid of the hatred in his heart if he didn't kill him.

The young man didn't raise his head until the gravekeeper left and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

This kind of fear is not pretended.

The aura of the gravekeeper was so damn terrifying, especially at such a close distance. During the whole process, he even felt that his breathing had completely stopped.

"It's fucking scary..."

The young man muttered something, then looked at the magic notebook in his arms, and the expression on his face became more and more strange.

He never imagined that the gravekeeper would be willing to give him the magic notebook which was written by integrating the essence of his hard practice for more than ten thousand years.

There are even forbidden spells he created in it?

My goodness, this gravekeeper could actually create magic and forbidden spells by himself? How terrifying was his strength in his prime? If he hadn't been imprisoned in the imperial mausoleum for eight thousand years, his strength had been exhausted, and even his mind was a little unclear, I'm afraid he would be killed by him the first time he met him, how could he have handed over this precious magic notebook to me? "He's a nice guy..."

The young man muttered quietly: "I can't bear to poison him!"

He couldn't help but want to worship the gravekeeper as his godfather.

Chapter 4 is here.

(End of this chapter)