Chapter 154 Are You Really Listening? ! (Chapter 3)

Follow Joseph into the basement.

Annan finally saw the books that were well preserved by Joseph.

Unlike that sledgehammer.

The books are carefully placed in metal boxes, each with only one book.

There are a total of sixteen boxes of different sizes and colors. The common feature is that the top of each box is set with a small blue gemstone.

"This gem is used for dust removal. I have made a simple modification to it, and it can continuously keep the box dry and clean, and remove insects and ants."

Joseph noticed Annan's eyes, so he explained carefully: "After my divorce from Clara, I didn't take much with me. I just took these sixteen books..."

He said, stroking the boxes lightly.

His expression was a little complicated.

It was only now that Annan finally saw a trace of loneliness belonging to the old man in his expression.

So Annan did not disturb his memories.

He just held a hammer as tall as himself in both hands, and stood on the side obediently and silently.

After a while, Joseph suddenly came back to his senses.

"Sorry, my lord. It worked for you."

"No, that's not the case."

Annan smiled gently: "This is probably life."

He was a little... envious.

But even Annan himself didn't know what he was envious of.

Joseph just smiled and said nothing.

He opened the boxes one by one to confirm the contents. Then close it again soon after.

Finally he took out six boxes and found a bag to put them together.

"They are unique and very precious. I can't let them be destroyed or lost in my hands, so I have been looking after them all these years."

He explained carefully: "After you have finished reading the six books, Lord, you can come back to me and ask for other books. The rest are useless until you advance to Silver.

"As we always say, 'hidden things are poison'. The reason I didn't leave them to Clara... was also because Clara didn't have the talent as a wizard. She looked directly at the knowledge, The soul cannot bear it.

"Like what I told you before, about that person's history. It's in these six books, and it even records that person's real name... But this knowledge can only be obtained by reading in this book.

"After all, whether they are true gods or false gods, as long as their souls are promoted to gods, their names cannot be spoken."

Joseph whispered.

Annan nodded.

He also knows this.

just the name of a god,

Also has a mysterious power. If mortals speak it, they will die immediately; and for the superhuman, their real name itself is a powerful and uncontrollable spell.

In addition to the names of gods, there are also some very advanced rituals, secrets, etc., which cannot be uttered in human language.

But as long as you hear it once, you will always remember this knowledge... But as long as this knowledge is used - that is, "speaking out" once, it cannot be said a second time unless the mystery is refilled.

Annan opened his eyes slightly: "You mean..."

"Yes, there is real mysterious knowledge in it."

Joseph nodded.

He opened the six boxes one by one and showed Annan:

"Comprehensive Research on the New God "Bone Lord", "Comprehensive Research on the New God "Rotten Man", "Black Widow's Spider Ritual (January to March)", "Old Grandmother's Frost Ritual" , "Entry-level Edict Spells", "How to Detect and Resist Curses of Unknown Origin".

"These four books contain a certain degree of mysterious knowledge, so they cannot be transcribed. The remaining two books are the first editions of the spell book and the very useful reference book, which are very valuable for collection... Lord, please read it. After that, you can leave a favorite."

Joseph introduced Annan one by one.

Annan nodded again and again.

This is indeed a great gift.

Of course, since Joseph took the initiative to give it, Annan would no longer fake it.

For example, "I can't do it, my uncle can't do it", while silently opening the pocket or something... Annan has always been disdainful of it.

Annan would only carry a sledgehammer, make a childish and well-behaved voice, and ask respectfully, politely, friendly and humbly:

"—Is there any more, Mr. Buckle?"

"Yes! You wait a minute—"

Joseph Barker also nodded cheerfully.

He opened the drawer under the books.

It was a wooden reel.

When you open it, you can see that there is a pair of pure white slender gloves that look a bit like rubber.

Annan got it, and its attributes appeared in his eyes:

【Hand of the Elf】

[Type: Armor (Purple)]

[Description: Gloves made of elf leather contain curses and resentment. 】

[Effect: When the hands and fingers are clasped together, two channeling spells can be guided at the same time]

[Cost: Cannot be equipped continuously for more than an hour, otherwise the gloves will grow on the hands. 】

[Description: It seems that there are some functions in addition to this, but you can't see it for the time being (Higher Strange Objects failed the test)]

"This is a gift from my mentor when I advanced to silver and graduated from the drill tower."

Joseph Barker whispered nostalgically: "But to me, it's useless. It's no more valuable than a good bag of flour..."

Saying that, he looked at Annan.

"My transcendent path is over, Lord Lord. The rank of silver... There are many people in this world who have lived a poor life, but cannot reach the rank of silver or even bronze. But on the path of transcendence, here Only half way."

There was no sarcasm, no expectation, no regret in Joseph's eyes.

Only peace and release.

He said softly: "The transcendent road is the road to endure, the transcendent road is the road of curses, and the transcendent road is the path of vows. The transcendent road is the road to exhausting the truth...

"—The path to transcendence is the path to becoming a god.

"I gave up. But your journey has only just begun."

"I understand."

Annan nodded slowly and his expression became serious: "I will remember today's conversation, Teacher Joseph."

Then the atmosphere fell into a strange silence.

The two stood there. Annan could see that Joseph still had something to say, but he hesitated.

Annan quickly understood what he meant.

So I thanked Mr. Joseph again, and reminded him in advance that some people might ask him questions in the past two days. Annan carried a heavy package, a wooden barrel around his waist, and a quilt wrapped in cotton on his hands. The sledgehammer rose and left the bakery.

Annan's expression was a little complicated.

Although he told the players "going out to get something" as an excuse...

But he didn't expect to really get so many things.

Joseph almost forcibly put these things on Annan.

This reminded Annan of when he was on Earth... when the seniors in the online games wanted to afk, they were so enthusiastic about stuffing precious "legacy" with memories to themselves.

Annan has always been reluctant to use these things.

And his popularity is very good, and he is very liked by the seniors...

In the end, Annan's warehouse will always contain a large number of the legacy of the predecessors when they retired. He kept these as a collection and kept them well.

"...I didn't expect to encounter such a situation in this world."

Annan sighed somewhat complicatedly.

He walked on the deserted streets with a small bag, like a homeless homeless person, and like a runaway child.

Suddenly, Annan felt a strange chill sweep over his body...

As he passed an alley, his previous nervousness suddenly reappeared.

Suddenly a shudder, the whole body stiffened, and the back was instantly soaked in cold sweat—

And this time, Annan finally saw it.

What was it that he was being watched.

In the alley, a tall figure stood.

He appears to be close to three meters high.

Dressed in the robes of a duke, with a holy white crown on his head, a golden mask like a crying human face on his face, walking on heavy white metal boots and heavy white thick leather gloves on his hands, almost all over his body. completely shrouded in clothing.   But if you look carefully...you will find that He is "too thin".   It's like, there are only bones under the clothes.