Chapter 54 Watch out for Patridge! (Early Morning)

God knows what a strong shock Ron felt deep in his heart when he saw this string of words.

Thanks to her strong will, she managed not to scream.

He secretly glanced at Agnes who was more than ten meters away. Fortunately, Agnes did not notice anything unusual about him.

I think that in Agnes' heart, I should be very tall, mysterious, and steady. If such a person experiences huge emotional fluctuations because of the notes of an ordinary anthropologist, it will definitely damage my image.

After two seconds, Ron exhaled slightly and then fixed his eyes on the notebook again.

Start at the beginning of the notebook.

The notebook is very thick, about twice the thickness of a gold coin standing upright. Even though the paper is rough, the number of pages is still astonishing.

It is called a notebook, but in fact it is more like a combination of notes and diary.

The above records a lot of daily life and research results from the time when Ron was still in the Spang Theocracy and the Copperfield family.

According to records, in the Copperfield family, Ron has three older sisters, two younger sisters, and three younger brothers. Although Ron is the eldest son of the family, he is not valued at all. The power struggle within the family made the original Ron very annoyed, so he ran away from home.

Perhaps because there are enough heirs in the family, the Copperfield family does not care much about the running away of a not-so-outstanding offspring.

Ron simply glanced at the contents, his fingers quickly turning over, page by page, looking for content that really interested him.

This is a very long time.

Agnes just stayed there quietly, waiting.

I don't know how much time passed, but when Ron had already flipped through more than half of the thick notebook in his hand, he suddenly stopped.

"I'm really unlucky today. I met an old lunatic."

"Out of kindness, I gave my breakfast to this old man, but he suddenly went crazy. He grabbed my wrist and started talking nonsense."

"Oh, listen to what this guy is talking about, he actually said that I will be replaced by another person???"

"What do you mean? Does that mean that my position in the ancient character research community will be replaced by someone more outstanding? If that's the case, that would be a good thing, although I don't think I have any position in the ancient character research community."

"I'm just a rookie, and there are countless seniors who are better than me."

"No, you are wrong. This weird old man stared at me with his bloodshot eyes wide open, repeating these words nervously."

"As a scholar of ancient characters, I often have to go in and out of places like ancient ruins. I have seen all kinds of dangerous mechanisms, I am used to pale bones, and I can remain calm in the face of all kinds of mysterious and cruel sacrificial rituals. I thought I was brave enough, but this old man's gaze still makes me shudder."

"No, you are wrong... His voice is like a ghost, floating in my ears: It is not your position that is being replaced."

"It's your existence itself!"

"For a moment, I couldn't comprehend what that meant."

"I wanted to ask the old man what he was talking about, but he just said something, stuffed a tattered slate into my arms, and disappeared in front of me."

Ron's throat moved slightly.

The temperature of the Black Sea is constant.

The temperature was around 20 degrees, which was very suitable for human survival, but Ron felt cold all over.

A long time ago, someone had told Ron, the original owner of this body, that his existence would be replaced by someone else.

prophet!

Unlike this pretentious charlatan, the mysterious old man is the real prophet.

When he met the original owner of the body, he had already seen his future.

Ron kept moving his throat, even though there was no saliva at all... Who is this old man?

After a brief pause, Ron digested some of the shock in his heart and continued to read.

The original owner of the body obviously turned a deaf ear to the crazy old man's words and did not take them seriously at all. Instead, the stone slab given to him by the old man aroused his curiosity.

Ron's eyes narrowed into slits. It was because he touched the stone slab that he inexplicably entered the Soul Ferry.

The stone slab contained a large number of mysterious ancient characters, which were more tempting to the original owner of the body, a scholar of ancient characters, than the most beautiful woman, and he had no way to resist.

After that, the style of the notebook suddenly changed.

On the paper, the records about Ron's daily life gradually decreased, and more and more were about the study of the stone tablet. Every time a word was researched, the original Ron would be ecstatic.

This is really a simple scholar.

If his talents and knowledge had not been kidnapped by the Church of Eternal Freedom, he might have become a scholar whose name would go down in history.

"I don't know what this stone slab is called, but it looks like it was taken from a certain stone tablet. According to my estimation, this stone slab only occupies a very small part of the stone tablet. There are at least ten other stone slabs, or even more."

"Oh, Goddess of Nature, it would be great if we could put the whole stele together. Should I give it a name? How about the Chaos Stele? It sounds good!"

"Damn it, what's going on lately? I keep hearing some strange noises in my ears, as if someone is always talking in my ears, but when I listen carefully, I can't hear anything."

"Maybe I'm too tired from all the hard work I've been doing these days. I need a rest."

"Those rubbish from the Eternal Freedom Sect actually want me to join them and translate those ancient books filled with obscenity for them? Haha, dream on. As a believer of the Goddess of Nature, I will never succumb to these rubbish."

"Well, actually, it's not impossible to translate a little bit... After all, the knife is at my neck."

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

"Ha, damn it, why can I hear those damn voices even in my dreams... Who is talking in my ear?"

"The noises are getting louder and louder. At first it seemed like there was only one person, but now it seems like there are people everywhere around me... What on earth is happening to me? Oh my God, I'm going crazy."

The records at the back of the notebook gradually began to become crazy.

Ron understood that the original owner of this body had begun to be contaminated in some way.

Ron couldn't help but move his throat. When he first touched the stone slab, he heard some strange mutterings. He even felt some mysterious gaze staring at him.

That feeling made his hair stand on end.

"Damn...my condition seems to have gotten worse..."

"The Eternal Freedom Sect's rubbish is still somewhat useful. They actually found a second stone tablet... Unfortunately, these stupid guys actually treated this stone tablet as trash. They don't know that this stone tablet is far more valuable than the Eternal Freedom Sect's tome they took out."

"Should I study this slate? My body may not allow me to do so."

"I'm a scholar, come on Ron!"

Ron's face was a little solemn. The original owner of this body had experienced much more than he could imagine. He had touched two stone slabs, and only one was left for him. The other one might have been recovered by the Eternal Freedom Sect.

"So that's how it is, so that's how it is..."

"slate……"

"I finally understand. This slate was not given to me by that old man. He gave it to the guy who will replace me in the future...Haha, haha. I am just a pathetic tool used to deliver packages."

"The last words he said were not directed at me. I am just a pathetic supporting role. This is the case in the Copperfield family and it will be the same in the future. Is this my fate?"

"I won't accept this, I won't accept this, I won't accept this... No one can control my fate."

His fingers continued to stroke the pages of the book, reading them one by one. It was the process of resistance of the original owner of this body. Ron could truly feel how repressed and crazy the former owner of this body was.

The dates on the notes suddenly stopped for a while.

Ron couldn't tell what the original owner of the body had experienced during this time, but just as he was about to turn to the end of the notebook, the tone of the picture suddenly changed: "In fact, being replaced doesn't seem to be a bad thing. At least I don't have to bear those things myself."

"Good luck to the person who will replace me in the future. Sincerely."

"Also, let me tell you what the old man said before he left... Be careful..."

"Partridge!"

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