The scene faded, and Shylock asked excitedly: 'Are you the Book of Cyril or the True Biography of Cyric?'
Cyric, the Prince of Lies, once created a book called the Book of Cyric. This book contains great power and declares that he is the only true god. It will make everyone who reads this book believe the contents of the book (it can even influence the gods).
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However, Cyric was foolish enough to read his own lies, a mistake that drove him mad and allowed Cranvor to take away his priesthood of death.
Later, Ogma, the God of Knowledge, and Mask, the Shadow King, also conspired to create another book called "The True Biography of Cyric" (this book records the truth of Cyric's deeds when he was still a mortal) to resist
Cyric's Evil Book.
The Dark Sun's plan ultimately failed, and Zhentarim Keep (Cyric's main holy land at the time) was mostly destroyed by the war.
However, Mask was also backfired by his own conspiracy.
He also ended up reading the Book of Cyril, so Cyric took advantage of this and took away his priesthood of conspiracy, as well as some of the thief king's divine powers.
"The Book of Cyric" and "The True Story of Cyric" have already touched on the secrets of the gods of Faerûn, and Shylock only heard Mager mention it occasionally.
Wordless notes can make people crazy, which is very similar to the ability of the "Hira Sutra".
It's just that in "The Tales of Beedle the Bard", Tyrede, who can seal the imagination of others, is also a believer in Ogma.
Therefore, he didn't quite know what this notebook was.
But whether it is "The Book of Cyric" or "The True Story of Cyric", they are definitely powerful tools far beyond the artifacts. Obtaining any one of them is enough to make him look down on the entire Faerûn.
‘The Scriptures of Cyril and the True Biography of Cyril are just a part of me’
The answer from the notes was even more horrifying than Sherlock's guess, and those two books turned out to be only part of it.
He did not doubt the authenticity of this sentence.
To be honest, Ogma was able to write "The True Biography of Cyric", and the role of Mask, the king of thieves, in it is really doubtful.
Shylock very much suspected that it was Mask who had stolen the "Cyric Book", or one of its winds, and then Ogma transformed it into "The True Story of Cyric".
In this way, it makes sense that the two are essentially one.
"How come you have been left in Atlas City for so long with such great power?" Sherlock continued to ask.
'Because, I'm waiting for you'
'wait for me?'
'Yes, I'm waiting for a new master, someone who can discern the truth of the world'
'Why me?'
'This is the choice of fate'
‘What do you need me to do?’
As for the notebook, Sherlock didn't completely believe it.
This is not the first time that this routine of 'choice of fate' has appeared. It sounds like it's a myth, but in fact it doesn't matter who it is.
But whether it's true or not, for him, it only has benefits.
"You are far from the ability to drive me now, and you are not even qualified to talk to me. Let's meet again when you meet all the conditions."
After writing the last line, the notebook stopped responding.
Is there such a large number of cards in a notebook? Sherlock complained in his heart, but his attention was entirely focused on his task list.
Approval from the Book of Truth - meet the following conditions to obtain approval from the Book of Truth
1. Ten professional skills have reached full level
2. Reach the master level in three life skills
3. Harvest a complete desire for knowledge
Well, looking at the three conditions listed, Sherlock didn't know whether he should cry, cry, or cry.
Otherwise, he might as well just cry.
Reaching the full level of the ten professional skills should be considered the easiest among them, but it also requires countless hours of experience and dedicated practice.
Reaching the master level in the three life skills is much more troublesome. In addition to taking time, you also have to spend money to buy materials. Finally, you have to complete the task of an advanced master.
However, it was the third item that really made him cry.
Please tell me what curiosity is, and where can I get rid of complete curiosity?
Of course, no matter how troublesome it is, he will not give up on this mission.
Five days later, Shylock came to the carriage house in Wiprintala with a ticket in hand.
After resurrecting Lan, mastering the power of the red dragon, and completing the second-level electorate mission, all he had left was the second-level profession.
The first two conditions of the Book of Truth cannot be achieved overnight, and the third condition is even more confusing.
It was boring to be stuck here in Wiprintala practicing skills every day, so I simply went out for a walk to relax.
It has been so long since I came to take Wiplintala with me, Sherlock has yet to take a good tour of this bustling city.
The reason why he came to the carriage and horse racing station was because he suddenly found a ticket when he was sorting out his space rings two days ago.
When he was absorbing the power of the Lightning Heart in the town of Vinny, Rezas, together with a druid and a bard, attacked him.
In the end, he was killed and retreated by Mirlu under the cover of Mi Lu, and the druid among them happened to explode this ticket.
The starting point is platform 9 of Weprintala Cross Station, the end point is Yuanxiang, and the time is September 1st, which is today.
Wandering to the station, he walked all the way from platform 1 to platform 9 according to the arrow directions.
But directly behind it is platform 10. There is only an empty wall at the junction of the two platforms, and there is no platform 9 shown on the ticket.
Interesting! Sherlock looked at the thick wall and smiled. He didn't stop, but accelerated and hit it.
The barrier perception of the explorer title allows him to see through the disguise of most barriers, and the wall in front of him is the entrance to a barrier.
The moment he hit the wall, the ticket in his hand suddenly activated a magical power, opening the gate to the barrier for him.
After crossing the barrier, four huge thunder beasts appeared in front of him, followed by an extended carriage made up of twenty-five carriages.
Sherlock got on the carriage and found that the carriage was full of teenage boys and girls, and their professions were either wizards or warlocks.
They gathered together in twos and threes, either chatting and playing chess, or showing off the spells they had just learned. Their faces were filled with a kind of innocence and happiness that only belongs to teenagers.
One carriage can only seat four people, and the first few carriages are already packed.
Sherlock didn't want to squeeze through a group of children, so he got off the car and walked to the last carriage.
I just didn't expect that someone would already be sitting in the last carriage.
A girl wearing a blue dress was sitting by the window.
The summer wind blew her long black hair, and the morning light reflected her cold face. She just lowered her head quietly, reading the book in her hand, sometimes frowning, sometimes smiling.
It is incompatible with the noise and chaos around you, as if you are in a unique area.
