Raising his hand, he saw golden light traces radiating outward from the terrifying cracks. Shade turned his head to look at the shrine again in surprise, only to find that the shrine on the stack of books had disappeared, replaced by a
An old gentleman wearing a gray robe, with white hair shawl, almost completely blending in with the white beard on his chin.
Wearing a gray pointed hat with a wide brim on his head, even though he was sitting on a not-so-high pile of books, the position of his head was still higher than that of Shade. He was holding a long staff in his left hand and a stick in his right hand.
The smoking pipe is placed in front of the mouth.
Because Shade was looking towards the shrine just now, he turned around again and met the old man almost face to face. Before Shade could react, the old man suddenly opened his eyes and shouted:
"ah!"
Because it was so sudden, Shade was frightened and took two steps back. If Miss Olanold hadn't come to help him in time, he almost fell into the bonfire.
"Hahaha~"
Holding the pipe, the old man in gray robe laughed loudly:
"It's really interesting. The person who called me this time is really interesting."
He put down his pipe and looked at the four people while leaning on the long staff. He was obviously just sitting on a pile of old books, but he seemed to be sitting on a throne in the clouds. He smiled and took another puff of his pipe:
"Since this shrine has finally been touched, it means that this library that should not have existed will finally be completely destroyed. So, mortals, before it is destroyed, are you willing to help me collect a few books?
?”
He looked at the four people in turn and spoke in a tone like an old farmer sitting on a field in the countryside, asking his neighbors for help in harvesting crops:
"The Library of Caddis, the Forbidden Library, the knowledge and history of the First Age were not allowed to be known by mortals after that. The destruction of this library was because they tried to learn the secrets of the First Age.
Now, it is time to recover and record the forbidden books buried here...Three books, yes, three books are needed. Bring them here and I can grant your three wishes."
"Any wishes?"
Shade asked immediately.
"Oh, no, of course not. I can't give you the power to fight, but as the guardian of the library, I have a lot of knowledge that you are interested in. Of course, I can only give you knowledge that is not taboo.
"
Shade swallowed:
"For example, to enhance time perception to gain knowledge of the most real time?"
"sure."
Shade nodded and turned to look at the witches. They were obviously not ready to face the gods directly here, but they also heard the conversation between the gods and Shade. Miss Olanode and the witches of Zaras both asked
Shade nodded, so Shade asked again:
"God, may I ask, what book are you looking for?"
"The forbidden book "The Book of Nameless Sacrifice" which records the power of the sun, the forbidden book "The Scroll of Jaeger" which records the mystery of death, and the forbidden book "The Whorl Text" which records the history of the First Age."
God replied, spitting out white smoke. The white smoke did not dissipate. Instead, it formed the cover pattern of three big books in the cold air. The first one had a huge sun emblem on the surface, and the second one was wrapped in chains.
, the third one seems to be made of rock, with traces similar to conch fossils on the surface.
Even though they were unwilling to face the gods directly, the witches and Shade still raised their heads and observed carefully in the firelight. The style of the book covers was immediately deeply engraved in their minds just by taking a look at them.
"Mortals, each of these three books has infinite power for mortals. I will not prohibit you from opening and viewing them in advance, but you have to bear the cost yourself."
"God, will you always be here? How are we going to get the book to you?"
Shade actually wanted to ask if this god would leave after he left. If he didn't leave, then there would be no need to worry about the safety of the three witches.
"Do you think that by sacrificing three books, you can start a complete god summoning ceremony? No, no, what you see now is just using my remaining power in the shrine."
Shade's eyelids twitched.
". Summoned some of my projections, otherwise why would you let you go find those banned books instead of me going to get them myself? Oh, children, including this time, I can appear three times to answer some questions about those banned books. As for you
It's up to you to decide when you plan to hand the book to me. If nothing goes wrong this time, then"
"God, please wait!"
The witch of Zaras suddenly said, God's gaze was on her, and even a high-level witch was not used to it:
"It's like this. We have obtained the forbidden book "The Thread Text" which records the history of the First Age."
She put her hand into the pocket of her long skirt, and then took out a slate. That pocket was definitely not able to hold such a large book. It must have been a space-type power.
Although the style of the stone slab was exactly the same as the book cover shown by the gods just now, it didn't look like a book in any way. But when he really saw the traces of threads on the surface, Shade actually felt as if his consciousness was about to be sucked into it.
Same.
Simple and thick, this was Shade's first impression of this book. He was very interested in the knowledge recorded in it, but he also knew that his current strength was not enough to read the knowledge about the original era.
"It's indeed this. Look, it's still sealed. Aren't you going to study the contents of this book?"
God asked with a smile. Miss Becky Samuel shook her head slightly. Seeing that her companions did not object, she handed the book to Shade.
Shade figured that he was about to leave, so he took the time to hand the book to the god in front of him.
The light of the bonfire crackled behind him, and his entire shadow was cast on the stone slab in front of him. The stone slab was unusually cold and thick.
This is an indescribable feeling. Holding it, it really feels like holding a piece of history, a piece of history that has been lost. The sensitivity of the soul makes Shade aware of more information, and holding this piece of lost history in his hands
History, he seemed to really see the ancient scroll unfolding before his eyes.
Shade did not intend to explore the power of this forbidden book that recorded the history of the First Age. But when a stone tablet appeared in his hand, it was difficult for him not to lower his head and take a look.
But it was really just a glance. The mottled cracks on the surface of the stone slab, the ancient runes in the twisted threads, and even the weight of the stone itself were all conveying a message to him, a very complex message.
【Ancient God.】
This is a word in an unknown ancient language. The meaning that could be expressed in the sixth era with only four sounds was so complex in that unknown language. So much so that just knowing this
Words, Shade had a feeling that was more painful than when "she" forced herself a whole set of Dralion words in the first place.
"No, I can't continue watching."
He closed his eyes forcibly, and a gentle murmur sounded in his ears:
[That is an ancient story, that is the first story, that is a story about origins. When you stand in the distant present and look at the picture scroll covered with yellow sand and dust, the bright and gorgeous ancient civilization is trying to tell
You and their secrets. Stranger, this is your first contact with the stories of the First Age, this is your initial "enlightenment".]
[You have obtained thaumaturgy and the ancient voice. When you touch those items from the First Age, you can safely obtain a piece of information related to them. Each item is only available once. 】
The radiance of enlightenment flashed in Shade's soul. This was a thaumaturgy related to the core spiritual rune [Time and Space]. When the new power generated by the enlightenment was stable, the slate belonging to the First Era in his hand immediately told Shade what he didn't know.
Information.
[The First Era was extremely long. When the first era ended, the thirteen ancient gods were not far away.]
Before Shade could think about this information, the old man in front of him took the heavy slate from Shade's hand. Then, a phantom-like bookshelf appeared next to him. The god inserted the slate in his hand into the gap of the bookshelf, and the bookshelf disappeared.
:
"Very good. In this way, the record of the first book is completed."
He took out his pipe from the air and ignored the expression on Shade's face:
"A book and a wish, make a wish. Knowledge, or power related to the library. This is just my projection, it doesn't have much power, so don't be too greedy."
The bonfire was crackling, and the wind and snow outside were still shocking. The old man blew out a puff of smoke again, and a huge shadow swayed on the wall behind him, but the shape of the shadow did not look like a human figure.
After recovering from the information about the First Age, the god in front of him said "not much power", which reminded Shade of the young man wearing a clown hat in the toy store.
25 minutes have passed since Shade arrived here, and he didn't have much time. So he said sorry to the gods in front of him, suppressed the information he just obtained about the ancient gods in his heart, and then turned around and came to the bonfire.
On one side, discuss this wish with three witches.
"It's up to you to make this wish. You found that book and it has nothing to do with me."
Although he wanted to know how to enhance time perception, Shade still expressed his attitude.
The young girl with red dragon blood carefully looked at the scars on Shade's body and said softly:
"Teacher, please don't consider my attitude. I came out this time just to gain experience with you."
This was addressed to Miss Olanold.
So the two high-level witches looked at each other, and finally the witch from Zarath Academy spoke first:
"This book itself is the purpose of my coming to the Valley of Death. Since I found it, my first wish is to let the gods help you learn this gentleman's thaumaturgy - Silent Moonlight. He
Only three rings can already slowly restore our strength, and aren't you thirteenth level?"
The last time Shade saw Miss Olanold in the Forest of a Thousand Trees, she was at level 12.
"Bryony, if you use this magic trick, no matter how long the blizzard lasts, or even if the black snow comes, we won't be as embarrassed as we are now. At least, this can help us escape."
Miss Becky Samuel's proposal is very good. Such a wish is not too much, and it essentially empowers Miss Olanold and is beneficial to others.
So the proposal was approved, and the blond witch wearing round glasses motioned to Shade to speak.
"Why me again?"
he asked quietly.
"Isn't it obvious, sir?"
She once again took the initiative to grab Shade's wrist, but this time Miss Olanode did not object. The witch of Zalas smiled and pushed Shade to turn around and face the old man on the pile of old books. She let go of Shade.
Behind De's wrist, behind Sha De's back, he observed his palm by the light of the bonfire:
"It's really interesting."
Shade heard these words coming from behind him.
He described the first wish of the three people to the god, and the god nodded in agreement, but after taking a puff of the pipe and exhaling the smoke in his mouth, the blue eyes on the old face looked at Shade in front of him again:
"This power is very unusual. In my current state, I cannot directly let the mortals over there learn it, but I can transfer your power to her."
Shade raised his eyebrows, that is to say, at the cost of losing his thaumaturgy [Silent Moonlight], Miss Olanold learned this thaumaturgy:
"Excuse me, is this process reversible?"
Miss Olanode took the initiative to walk to Shade and stood behind him. The main entrance to the ruins of the Cadiz Library was actually very empty. The shadows of the two people were entangled because of the bonfire, and were reflected on the walls with peeling murals.
.
"If you make another wish, of course it will be reversible."
The old man holding the staff smiled and said, urging: