“Ahh!”
Boom boom boom Giant Horn held the giant axe, trampled the ground with his hooves, and was filled with a spirit of not giving up until the opponent was defeated, and took the initiative to charge at Tucker.
Tucker smiled bitterly. His father was merciless...
But he was not afraid at all. Instead, he was burning with fighting spirit and his desire to fight was rising!
Then, the fighting spirit in Tucker's body exploded at an extreme speed. The long sword in his hand suddenly burned with flames. He pushed the ground with both feet, jumped high, and rushed towards the giant horn like a fearless warrior.
At this moment, the ground was making a rumbling sound as the giant horns trampled on it. The minotaur's fearless charge was full of oppression. When it reached a certain distance, it used its strong arms to swing the giant axe.
Whoosh whoosh
The giant ax coming from below brought with it a violent sound of wind, and passed through the outer circle at an inclined angle. At this time, Tucker was just falling, and he pressed down the long sword emitting flames in his hand, and it collided with the giant ax, and a circle of invisible air waves spread out in ripples.
Hit by the huge force, Tucker's body quickly retreated in the air, and he stabilized after more than ten meters. The arm of the giant horn was also bounced back by the recoil force.
Tucker, who had just stood firm on the ground, rushed forward again, shouting:
"Giant Horn, defeat me and you will be the strongest Minotaur warrior!"
"roar!"
Giant Horn opened its mouth wide and let out a loud battle roar. All it could think about was the delicious meal, not the strongest minotaur warrior.
In order to eat, it must go all out!
The giant ax was swung by Giant Horn with great force, and Tucker could only use his strength to push it away, or dodge, and sometimes he could seize the opportunity to counterattack with a sword. But overall, Giant Horn was like a fearless tank, and although Tucker was agile, he was always suppressed! "Isn't Master Tucker's action a bit reckless?" A knight who was watching muttered.
"Yes, the Minotaur is terrifyingly powerful and quite fast when charging. It would be irrational to confront him head on." Another knight thought to himself. He did not dare to say that Tucker was irrational.
"Bless Master Tucker!"
"Come on, Master Tucker!"
Tadel, who was watching the battle, narrowed his eyes slightly.
He had seen Tucker's performance on the battlefield. He was a completely different person from his usual calm self. He was fully engaged, not disturbed by the outside world. His combat details were quite outstanding, and he would use some imaginative combat methods from time to time to achieve victory by surprise, which was completely unexpected.
Coors' eyes also showed a hint of anticipation, and he was curious about what the next scene would be.
On the battlefield, when Tucker and the giant horn were getting closer and closer, Tucker used the phantom to quickly distance himself. Then he jumped high again, and in an instant he jumped to the limit of his own strength, hovering in the air, and the long sword once again burned with a blazing light!
He roared in the air:
"Flame Slash!"
The azure background, one man and one sword, this scene actually had some of the protagonist's glory, attracting the attention of all the surrounding knights, who stared at Tucker nervously with eyes wide open.
Giant Horn was attracted by the success. He looked up and swung the giant ax in his hand, drawing a cold light in the air. He aimed at Tucker who fell from the sky! Roar! The mighty sound spread throughout the training ground and even to the nearby manor. The servants stopped their work, not knowing what had happened.
Suddenly.
Tucker's figure fell down in an instant.
Everyone saw a flash before their eyes, and then Tucker disappeared from the air.
Of course, Tucker did not really disappear, but the speed of his phantom retracing was extremely fast, which easily created the illusion of "disappearance" among opponents of the same level.
Only Rhett clearly saw that Tucker's figure quickly came from the air to the orc's crotch, and the long sword slashed fiercely on the inside of the giant horn's thigh.
This tactic is a clever one, used to make a feint to the east but attack in the west.
If this were an actual combat, one of Giant Horn's legs would have been broken. Without protective gear, it would have been impossible for him to block this full-strength sword attack.
But this is a sparring match, if they really want to chop, Rhett will naturally intercept.
But he did not make any move and continued to watch calmly.
On the battlefield, Giant Horn raised his neck and suddenly saw that the human figure disappeared in the sky, and a bad feeling arose in his heart.
The next moment, the burning temperature from the inside of its thigh made its eyes widen, and it couldn't help but cry out in pain. Like a puppet about to fall apart, its body staggered backwards, losing its balance and staggering to the ground.
There was a loud thud and a loud noise.
When Giant Horn looked down, he saw a burn mark three fingers wide on the inside of his thigh. The hair was singed and the skin and flesh were burned, but the root was far from being damaged.
It's not even considered a serious injury. With its orc physique, it can be almost fully recovered after a big meal.
It began to react. At the critical moment just now, Tucker held back and changed from cutting with the blade of the sword to hitting with the body of the sword, thus avoiding the accident.
Giant Horn scratched his head, looked at Tucker who was walking towards him, and said with some frustration:
"I lost, Tucker, you are so strong!"
Tucker laughed: "Lucky, lucky, haha!"
Although it was a humble remark, the grin that stretched from the corners of his mouth to his ears fully revealed his mood.
Clap, clap, clap There was warm applause from the audience.
Those apprentices and first-level knights looked at Tucker with admiration. He defeated the orcs single-handedly. This strength was extremely powerful and worthy of respect!
Tadel and Coors looked at each other and smiled knowingly. They were not too surprised by the result.
When Tucker jumped into the sky, they had already vaguely guessed the subsequent strategy. But it must be said that the process just now looked easy, but it was not easy to do this in actual combat.
If the orc had reacted a little faster, the close attack would have likely hit him right in the lurch, pushing him into the abyss.
Rhett dispersed Giant Horn and Tucker, leaving an empty training ground that had been severely damaged after the war. He then mobilized the earth element and filled it with delicate operations, and soon restored it to its original state.
As a sixth-level magician, his control over the earth element has reached a new level compared to before. Although he is still some distance away from being able to directly condense a fine sculpture, it is quite easy for him to shape a flat ground.
He walked up, patted Tucker on the shoulder, and praised: "Not bad."
He then looked at the depressed minotaur and consoled him, "Giant Horn, don't be discouraged. There are still several more fights to come, and these people are much weaker than Tucker.
As long as you can control the strength and serve them as your sparing partners, I guarantee you will still have a great meal! "
The giant horn blinked his eyes, believing it very sincerely, nodded his big head frantically, and said in a dull voice:
"I understand, my lord, I will let them taste the power of the bull!"
Rhett's eyes moved down inconspicuously, glancing at the crotch covered by the large shorts... Are you still a bull? Two days later.
A formal blacksmith with the level of a third-level knight came to Dark Eagle City. After explaining his purpose to Ray Lai, he was immediately received by Leiter.
Like other followers, they are simply pursuing a safer, more stable environment and a brighter future.
After half an hour of communication, he successfully joined Rhett's territory.
Leiter took the official blacksmith to visit the blacksmith shop.
"My Lord, what can I do for you?" Glencoe, the official blacksmith with his upper body naked, said as he stood beside the furnace in his friend's blacksmith shop.
He has a square, icy face, level eyebrows, short brown flat hair and a beard around his mouth, and looks quite honest.
Rhett has learned that Glencoe has a medium talent for fighting spirit, which is quite rare in the territory. If he has the opportunity to break through to the Earth Knight in the future, he will most likely become the first intermediate blacksmith in his territory.
So he was in a very good mood, and said with a smile: "Now that you mention it, I really do have something to ask of you."
Glencoe's eyes lit up. He knew that when he joined a faction, the first thing he had to do was to show his value! "Please speak, Lord."
"I need a spiked shield, and I hope you can put all your efforts into making it."
"A spiked shield?" Glencoe was stunned for a moment, then he remembered the information he had learned about the Dark Eagle City territory before, and asked tentatively, "Are you preparing it for the knights, or for the orcs under your command?"
"They are prepared for the orcs. They are second-level minotaurs and pig-headed men, and they are huge in size." Leiter said, "If you need any materials, just ask Ruilai for them. I will ask him to cooperate with me!"
"I see, I understand." Glencoe responded excitedly. Although the spiked shield was a rather complicated piece of equipment, it used a lot of materials and was more difficult to make than ordinary swords and shields. It was time-consuming and labor-intensive. If someone else had commissioned him in the past, he might not have taken on the task, and even if he had, he would have sold it for a high price. But since he had surrendered to the lord, he had to do this first order beautifully.
Although Andrei was older than Glencoe, he also walked up carefully and said with his brother Leonid, "Mr. Glencoe, the two of us will fully cooperate with your work. Please let me know if you need any help!"
The two of them were just apprentice blacksmiths, and their level was far from that of Glencoe, so they didn't feel ashamed to help him. In fact, for them, this was an excellent learning opportunity. If they were not under the lord, they might not even be qualified to help.
Moreover, since Glencoe's arrival, the capable have taken the lead, and the leader of this iron buddy blacksmith shop will undoubtedly gradually change to Glencoe. Fortunately, Leiter had foresight. When he built the blacksmith shop in Dark Eagle City, he specifically asked for a large area to leave more space for more people to live and work.
Glencoe looked at the two of them, smiled, and made a thick check mark on his beard. "That's great. With your help, I think my mission will be a lot easier."
Andrei and Leonid looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief. The new blacksmith had a gentle temperament and seemed easy to get along with, which was a good thing for their future work and life.
Then, Rhett said a few words and left temporarily.
Glencoe finally had time to take a good look at the environment of his best friend's blacksmith shop. Since he arrived in Dark Eagle City, he went to the administrative office to visit Riley, and then went to Dark Rock Castle to meet Rhett. After many twists and turns, he just got here.
Ding ding ding
Ding ding ding
From a forging room inside, there came a rather crisp hammering sound. This sound had been there just now. The experienced Glencoe had already recognized that it was the sound of a small hammer hitting ordinary iron ore, and that the object being struck was a relatively thin sheet of iron, such as a sword, a dagger, and so on.
Moreover, based on the loudness and frequency of the blows, Glencoe could tell that this was not a novice, but an experienced old blacksmith who had reached the apprentice level.
Out of curiosity, Glencoe walked towards the forge.
"Huh? So young?"
This was Glencoe's first reaction when he saw Willow.
Willow is now in his early twenties. Perhaps because of the long-term focus and persistence in baking by the fire and hammering iron ingots, Willow's face looks more resolute and mature than the handsome and tender faces of his peers.
Ding ding ding
Willow held a small hammer in his right hand and struck the red sword at a fixed frequency. As his arm rose and fell, star-like sparks burst out.
This went on for more than ten minutes.
Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle
The crimson sword was thrown into the bucket, producing wisps of white smoke and a sizzling sound.
Willow's chest rose and fell rapidly, and there was a trace of fatigue in his eyes. Forging is not an easy job. Compared with the battles between knights, performing fighting skills requires a lot of fighting spirit. When hammering iron, it relies more on physical strength, and fighting spirit can only play a small role. The physical fitness of knights also has its limits, and there will always be a moment when they can't bear the burden.
He stood up a little tiredly. He had been busy since he woke up in the morning. It was almost noon. Not only did he consume a lot of energy, but he also felt a little lacking in energy. In other words, he was... hungry! He touched his belly with a few sweat marks and noticed a strange figure standing at the door. The unique figure made him slightly startled. He subconsciously asked, "Hello, what can I do for you?"
Glencoe smiled and said, "Your forging skills are pretty good. How many years have you been forging here?"
Willow didn't think much about it and said thoughtfully: "It should be more than a year. Why are you asking this?"
When Andre heard this, his face changed slightly and he quickly winked at Willow.
Leonid rolled his eyes on the side and said quickly: "Yes, Glencoe blacksmith, Willow has a very good talent. He became an apprentice blacksmith in more than a year. He is the future of our iron buddy's blacksmith shop."
Willow's expression changed slightly, and he blinked, finally realizing that something was wrong - his mentors Andrei and Leonid were surprisingly nice to this stranger.
At this time, a middle-aged man came down from upstairs, holding a metal tray in his hand, which was full of desserts and cut fruits.
"Master Glencoe, you have just arrived at our blacksmith shop. I have specially prepared some desserts for you. Please try them." It was Tru who came down from upstairs. He had limited talent and when the work in the blacksmith shop was not busy, he often served tea and water, or helped out. Only when there were many tasks would he participate in the forging work.
Glencoe waved his hand quickly, "You... your name is Tru, right? Don't say that. I'm just a formal blacksmith. I haven't even reached the level of an Earth Knight, let alone a great master!"
After that, he looked at the desserts and was quite satisfied: "These desserts look very good, thank you."
After running around for a whole morning, even if you don't feel very hungry, eating some delicious food is a good choice.
"Anyway, you will be the most skilled blacksmith here in the future, so please take care of me!" Tru said with a smile.
"Of course, I will grow with you!" Glencoe knew that the development of the blacksmith shop would fall into the eyes of the lord, and even if he was not kind-hearted, he would do so out of utilitarianism.
After Glencoe took two pieces of dessert, Tru extended the tray to Andrei and Leonid, and finally came to the forge room to give Willow a few pieces of dessert.
When distributing desserts to Willow, Tru looked at Willow with his back to the people behind him, with a look of blame and helplessness in his eyes, as if he was very dissatisfied with the scene that had just happened.
Willow sighed secretly, wiped the cream from the corner of his mouth, came to Glencoe and said apologetically: "Well, Mr. Glencoe, I was unaware just now, and I apologize for the offense."
"It's okay, I didn't tell you in advance.
On the contrary, I think you have great talent and it is almost certain that you will become a formal blacksmith in the future. "Glenco looked at Willow and was very satisfied with this talent. He did not expect that he would be surprised like this just after arriving in a new place.
Willow breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time he was quite excited. A formal blacksmith actually came to the blacksmith shop? Wouldn't it be possible to learn more advanced forging skills from him in the future?
While Willow was fantasizing about his future life as a forger, Glencoe continued, “I just accepted a task from the Lord—forging a spiked shield.
Since it is for orcs only, this is a difficult task, I hope you can serve as my assistant! "
Andrei and Leonid looked at each other with joy in their eyes. Although Willow has now become an apprentice blacksmith and his level is not inferior to theirs, the apprentices they trained have a better future. Naturally, they congratulated him sincerely.
After hearing this, Willow's eyes lit up: "Mr. Glencoe, I am honored."
He touched his stomach again and said, "But please allow me to eat something. I am a little lacking in strength now..."
"Haha, we're just in time together. I'll treat you today. Let's go to the most upscale restaurant in Dark Eagle City..."
The capital of the Kingdom of Jinlun - the city of Mendes.
This large city, named after its first king, has been prosperous for over four hundred years.
The city of Mendes is divided into many areas of varying sizes, and the most prosperous and well-known place is the Queen's District.
The Queen's Quarter here was also named by the first king Mendes in memory of his wife.
At the same time, the Queen's District is the place closest to the Royal Palace and is also the most luxurious area in the entire royal city except for the Royal Palace.
The most famous street in Queenstown is Rainbow Street.
This street, which is over 20 meters wide and stretches as if it has no end in sight, is paved entirely with colorful gemstones. Although the quality of these gemstones is not very high, they still reflect colorful light under the daylight.
If you look closely at the Rainbow Street, you will find that the distribution of colors follows a regular pattern. The closer you are to the palace, the more colorful the streets become.
From the beginning to the end, it evolved from a single color to seven colors.
Of course, the place closest to the palace is not directly adjacent to the palace. In fact, there is still a long distance serving as a buffer zone.
On both sides of Rainbow Street, there are buildings with certain distances between them, each with its own characteristics and magnificent designs.
There are large taverns in the shape of wine barrels, casinos in the shape of round tables, inns in the shape of small castles, and so on...
Colorful area.
The five colors of red, orange, yellow, green and blue complement each other, but not too dazzling, just the right softness.
Here is a huge chamber of commerce, which has been established in the Kingdom of Jinlun for more than a hundred years - the headquarters of the Doton Chamber of Commerce!
More than forty knights stood at the door of Doton Chamber of Commerce, wearing golden armor, holding swords and shields, ready for battle.
Such a large number of knights are not standing forces, but are drawn from other areas to maintain order due to the special circumstances today.
This was because there was a huge crowd of people at the entrance of the Doton Chamber of Commerce, and there was a long queue in front of the crowd. Even though the long queue kept entering the entrance, the number of people did not change.
Today, everyone who left the Dalton Chamber of Commerce was in high spirits, because they all held a book with a beautiful cover in their hands - "Panlong"
It can only be said that the Doton Chamber of Commerce is worthy of its name. After vigorous publicity and marketing, most of Wang Cheng’s people learned about the wonderful story of Panlong, were attracted, and created a grand scene of rushing to buy.
The third floor of the Chamber of Commerce.
A white-haired old man with a tall body, slightly dark skin but bulging muscles, stood in front of the window and witnessed the grand scene outside, then smiled with his eyes squinted.
"Carlton did a great job right away. He negotiated a collaboration with Panlong and attracted a lot of traffic for us.
At least today, none of the shops around us can compare to us. Now the profit is secondary. The accumulation of reputation brought by high-reputation works and the consumption of other goods in disguise are the key. "
In the back, a middle-aged man said with a respectful look and full of energy:
“Yes, it brought us a huge amount of traffic at once, and I heard from Carlton that there will be several sequels to Coiling Dragon, and even another equally excellent work after this.
If this trend continues, this is definitely a sure win business."
"Haha, so, Derek, you gave birth to a good son. His business acumen is no less than yours." The white-haired old man smiled and said, "Since he has made such a great contribution, ask him what reward he wants. Our Dalton Chamber of Commerce has clear rewards and punishments, and you know this well."
"I'll ask him when I get back." Carlton's father, Derek, smiled proudly, then hesitated and said:
"Sir Deacon, when Carlton came here last time, he did ask me to do something.
But...it involves our Chamber of Commerce's secret collection, and I may not have enough authority to handle that item..."
The white-haired old man suddenly turned around, with a hint of surprise in his eyes: "What does he want?"
"The history of the disappearance of the Murloc Empire, and... the secret of the resurrection of the dead." Derek looked serious.
The white-haired old man narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a deep voice:
"Did he tell you why? The Murloc Empire was destroyed because of the disappearance of the Murloc King. That Murloc King was a figure from ten thousand years ago. There should be very few people who know about him now...
Moreover, the last request must be no joke, resurrection of the dead? Even the Holy Land can't do it, why is he so bored to ask this question? Carlton is not even fifty years old, he still has a lot of life left, is he seriously injured?"
"No, Carlton is fine now." Derek smiled bitterly: "In fact, I felt the same as you when I first heard it. Later I learned that this was all requested by the author of "Panlong", Count Leiter. In exchange for benefits, all books published in the future will only be recognized by our Dalton Chamber of Commerce."
"Count Rhett's request?" The white-haired old man frowned.
"Yes, I heard that it was to find inspiration!" Derek shrugged and said helplessly.
The white-haired old man was silent for a moment, then hesitantly said:
"This reason is somewhat credible. After all, novel authors are usually weird people. The better the author, the more so. In order to maintain their creative inspiration, they usually have all kinds of weird behaviors..."
Derek also nodded. He had come into contact with many novelists whose psychology was indeed quite different from that of ordinary people.
It is quite normal for someone like Count Rhett to just look for some strange legends.
After a long silence, the white-haired old man waved his hand and said, "Forget it. The legend of the fish-men does not involve any interests. What's more, what we have collected is not complete. You can transcribe a copy.
But regarding the resurrection of the dead, our Doton Chamber of Commerce is not that capable. I remember that I seemed to have obtained a note left by Timothy fifty years ago, so I will give him a copy."
"Understood, Deacon. I'll do as you say." Derek agreed quickly.
"Go ahead, but make sure that Earl Leiter can cooperate with us for a long time."
"Of course, I will supervise it personally!"
Derek said, and then stepped back.
There was only a white-haired old man left in the room. Looking at the crowds of people on the street, a smile gradually appeared on the corners of his mouth. He did not lose out.
Using dusty, reproducible books to help the Chamber of Commerce develop is a profitable business no matter how you look at it.
Suddenly, he thought of a certain important person in the palace. He seemed to like reading fantasy novels very much, but his taste was very picky...
His eyes lit up and he realized this was a good opportunity.
So he quickly changed into a black tuxedo, tidied his clothes, left Doton Chamber of Commerce, and prepared to go to the palace to find the third prince.
"Not bad, really good. This "Panlong" is the most interesting fantasy novel I have ever read. It has many climaxes and a solid system. It looks similar to our world and feels familiar, but it is actually completely different."
A young man in purple pajamas was lying on a recliner, reading a novel in his hands, his muscular body hidden by the thin pajamas. Two maids with stunning looks were scantily clad and had devilish figures. They bent over and squatted beside the young man, massaging him considerately with gentle movements and touching his sensitive parts from time to time.
The young man was reading with great interest, his eyes curved like crescent moons. Feeling something strange under him, a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes. He frowned and said, "You two, go aside first and don't disturb me while I'm reading the novel..."
“Yes, yes…”
Hearing the expulsion, the two maids raised their heads, with a hint of disbelief in their eyes. They looked pitiful and retreated with a gust of fragrant wind.
"Okay, okay!" The young man didn't care about the feelings of the two maids. He was immersed in the pleasure of reading the novel. He clapped the armrest of the chair with one hand and couldn't help celebrating when he saw the climax.
More than half an hour later, the young man suddenly froze.
He saw Linley’s understanding of the wind’s fluctuations and whispered thoughtfully, “Interesting. The description of the mysteries of the wind is so special, and there is no lack of additional details…”
"Marilyn!" the young man called out a name.
Hearing the call, a beautiful woman with snow-white cleavage on her chest, big wavy blonde hair and long legs walked in soon and looked at the third prince who was standing beside the pool with a look of surprise.
There was an unconscious smug smile in my heart. That's right, how could a man resist beauty...
"Lord Hogus, what do you want from me..." Marilyn's voice was low and weak, but her eyes were extremely charming. She deliberately showed that she was very weak. He knew that men all liked the pleasure of conquest...
But who would have thought that Hogus did not move his head, and the book "Panlong" was still between his eyes and the maid, and his voice floated out faintly:
"Marilyn, you have a good memory. When Baidis came over yesterday, he asked who the author of "Panlong" was?"
Marilyn: On August 15th, Carlton received the two items he needed from someone secretly sent by the Chamber of Commerce.
Soon, they arrived at Dark Rock Castle in a carriage.
Sveta told Rhett about President Carlton's arrival.
Rhett suddenly woke up from his meditation, tidied his clothes quickly, and went downstairs impatiently.
He pretended to be calm on the surface and led Carlton into the first floor lobby.
"Carlton, good morning!" Rhett was wearing a black windbreaker today and personally pulled out a chair for Carlton.
Carlton was stunned for a moment, feeling a little suspicious that Earl Rhett was a little too enthusiastic today.
With a smile on his face, he happened to glance at the painting in the back of the hall, and his eyes lit up: "Oh, this painting is amazing. Is it a photo of you and your granddaughter, Rhett? I haven't seen such an outstanding work for a long time!"
"Really? I think it's great too!" Hearing his son's work being praised, Leiter smiled proudly, "This is Riley's work. His painting skills amaze even me."
"That's true. Riley's talent in painting is beyond imagination." Carlton looked at him with a strange look and praised him a few words.
Lei Te smiled and said, "So I plan to let him design the cover of the follow-up of Panlong. Since you are here, I will ask for your opinion."
"It's a small matter. Perhaps the cover designed by your son can play a better role." Carlton waved his hand, feeling that it didn't matter. It was just a cover. In his opinion, the impact was not that big. He was more willing to go with the flow and do a favor.
At this time, two maids brought white plates with delicious desserts on them and placed them on the table. Immediately, an enticing aroma wafted out.
Carlton symbolically tasted a piece of cheese: "Hmm, it tastes good."
Then he talked about business: "Count Leiter, I came to see you this time and brought two things you asked me to do last time."
Carlton opened the gift box he had been holding in his hand, revealing two brand new books, which were obviously handwritten and had been prepared not long ago.
Lei Te's excitement swelled again, but he acted calm on the surface: "Thank you for your hard work, President Carlton. I have also been updating the content urgently these days, and finally finished the follow-up content of Panlong."
He pulled out three thick books from his arms, placed them in front of the table, and pushed them to Carlton's seat.
Carlton's eyes lit up and he quickly flipped through the pages. Before coming here, he had learned from the people sent by the Chamber of Commerce that several senior members of the clan unanimously believed that "Panlong" was very important, and asked him to consolidate his relationship with Earl Rhett and pay more attention to the quality of the subsequent content.
It took Carlton more than ten minutes to roughly understand the subsequent plot. He felt that there was nothing wrong and finally felt relieved.
He pushed the two books he brought in front of Leiter and said seriously: "Count Leiter, I have done my best in the two books I brought you.
It may not satisfy you completely, but the history of fishmen and the resurrection of the dead are too difficult to collect, and this is all that the Doton Chamber of Commerce has. "
Lei Te put away the two books, raised the corners of his mouth, and said contentedly:
"President Carlton, thank you for your help. I will sort out the follow-up manuscript of "Blasphemy" for you as soon as possible."
"I am looking forward to your good news!"
Rhett and Carlton chatted for half the morning and then had lunch together.
After seeing Carlton off in the afternoon, Rhett went straight back to the fifth floor of the castle, went into his room, and sat down at his desk impatiently.
Perhaps it was a psychological effect, Rhett only felt his breathing slightly quickened. He slowly stretched out his hand and took the lead in opening the notes of the dark sanctuary magician.
Logically speaking, the writings from ten thousand years ago must be different from those of today. Lei Te did not do much research on the writings from ten thousand years ago, but the manuscript in front of him had been translated by someone, so he could read it without any difficulty.
Before I knew it, an hour had passed.
Rhett finally memorized all the notes left by the Holy Mage, Timothy.
The book does not contain highly professional knowledge, but is easy to understand, which helped Leiter gain a lot.
The most important point mentioned here is also what Leiter feels most deeply - the world they live in is not the only one.
In fact, there should be an even more powerful world, and only those who are above the Holy Land have the ability to go there.
As for what realm is above the Holy Domain? The book does not provide a detailed introduction, because the Holy Mage had not reached it at the time, and he was just guessing, so he used the word "should", without evidence, and could not be completely certain.
He took the underworld as an example. The underworld was definitely a much more terrifying world than this world. It could be said to be a higher plane. Not only did it really exist, but the undead creatures in it were all kinds of strange and bizarre.
According to Timothy, the dark magician is the only profession among all magicians who can initially communicate with the underworld at the grand magician stage.
Rhett knew this in the past, but he learned from his notes that this method of communication actually originated from the "contract" between the underworld and this lower world.
The lower world and the contract here are Timothy's personal understanding.
In his view, there is a special form of connection between the worlds, or a channel, contract, etc.
This kind of channel enables the higher world to have a certain projection influence on the lower world.
Timothy even believed that even the elves were influenced by the projection of the higher world.
More than 9,000 words. I feel very tired today. My brain is not in a good state due to sleepiness. I'm going to sleep first, my friends.
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