After Bruce moved all the books in the library in Beelzebub's Demonic Palace back to the Forgotten Bookstore, Constantine was already buried in the pile of books.
But Bruce still worked hard to dig him out, and pressed his shoulder and said: "Come on, John, we have to sort them all out and put them into categories. This is a valuable knowledge storage for our school.
"Spare me!" Constantine wailed: "Nothing will happen if I mess with your master and disciple! There are tens of thousands of books here! Most of them are not in human language at all!"
"It doesn't matter, I can decipher these languages first. Madam Xanadu said she would help me. She has lived for so many years, she can't even know some texts in the occult world, right?"
"Have you met Nimue?" Constantine said, lying in the middle of the pile of books: "I advise you to stay away from that woman. She was the one who killed Merlin back then and has been entangled with the Phantom Stranger for many years...
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"I just need her knowledge reserve." Bruce said, taking out a notebook and starting to write and draw on it, and said: "Let's start from the pile over there. I studied it when I was in hell.
The lingua franca there has similarities with the languages of more than a dozen other races, and the language families there are similar. It won’t take long for me to think that the classics compiled in Devil’s language will be sorted out.”
Constantine laughed twice and said: "Then you decipher it first, I will go first..."
"You can't go anywhere, and you, Tim, come here, I will teach you the common language of hell first, and then you go and divide the pile of books, Jason, stop standing there, you divide it Tim
The pile on the right."
Standing at the door, Red Robin's eyes widened. He looked at Bruce and said, "Don't tell me that we have to sort all these books in one night??"
"of course not."
Bruce's answer made Red Robin breathe a sigh of relief, and then he heard Bruce say again: "In more than one night, we can divide them all in about a week, and then start studying them step by step."
The red hood let out a scream, and looked at Schiller who was sitting at the table in front of the bookshelf drinking red wine with a look of help, but Schiller looked at everything with a smile and said: "You guys separate first, I'll go make sure we
We will see you in a week for the topics to be discussed in the early stage."
In the next week, screams occurred one after another in the Forgotten Bookstore.
Soon, Batman's claws extended to the distant magical world of Maia. Mrs. Xanadu sat in her cabin in the forest for a whole week because Bruce called her hundreds of times a day.
When she said she wanted to help Bruce, she was not just being polite. In her opinion, Bruce has the powerful power to directly summon Beelzebub, so using her knowledge to help him is the most labor-saving way to maintain interpersonal relationships.
After all, how much patience can a magic apprentice who has not yet learned from his teacher have to spend on studying such obscure classics?
Perhaps, when he truly contracts a demon king, he will start to enjoy the life of a magician who wastes his power wantonly. Madam Xanadu has seen too many young magicians like this.
At first they all said that they admired knowledge, but in the end they admired the powerful power that knowledge can bring. If they could directly gain power beyond knowledge, who would not do so?
The answer is Batman.
Batman has been pursuing the truth behind his power all his life. His creed is that if he doesn't know the truth, then he will never use this power. It can be said to be a late manifestation of persecutory paranoia.
In this universe, Batman's paranoia is not as severe, but his curiosity has not weakened at all. He studies the knowledge of the magical world just for the sake of knowledge, and does not care whether ancient and obscure knowledge can bring him more powerful power.
strength.
As a result, Mrs. Xanadu suffered a disaster, and her words were thrown to the ground. As a well-known figure in the magic world, if she broke her promise to a magic apprentice, how could she survive in the future?
Therefore, she can only stay in her own home and work hard to dig out the clues that Bruce may need from the knowledge she has accumulated over the years to help him decipher those ancient languages that are too difficult for demons and angels to use.
At the beginning, Mrs. Xanadu's knowledge was enough to cope with it, but as Bruce's research became more and more in-depth, the forest fairy's knowledge reserve gained from her immortality was no longer enough.
Mrs. Xanadu herself is not a fairy who loves learning very much. Most of her knowledge comes from her experience of traveling around the world. It is okay to answer some questions related to the human world and Maiya. Once it involves more secret knowledge,
She is also one head and two older.
Therefore, she had no choice but to seek help from her sister, Vivian, the Lake Fairy. Vivian is actually the kind of fairy in human imagination. She is kind-hearted, knowledgeable, and holds many ancient secrets that humans cannot understand.
After hearing that there was a human being who had actually studied to this extent, Vivian also expressed great interest, and as a result, she also sat in her lake for a whole week.
Bruce's questions to them were not unreasonable. Each of his questions had a source and logic. To put it simply, if you can't answer it, it will make you feel that you are stupid, not the other person.
Make things difficult.
Although Vivian has many ancient secrets, she is only knowledgeable, not good at logical deduction, and her creativity is average. After about a week, she will be left speechless by Bruce's questions.
As a result, Vivian's evaluation of Bruce began to be widely circulated in Maia. She called him "the most difficult human being since King Arthur."
Mrs. Xanadu was also aroused. She really didn't believe that a small human could actually stump the fairy family that Maiya had inherited from generation to generation?
After she got into trouble with Bruce, she began to constantly look for people in Maya who could answer Bruce's questions.
There are many ancient races living in the magical world of Maia, and the rulers of many races even come from ancient times and have a relationship with the writers of the classics studied by Bruce.
But these naturally formed elves from the magical world cannot understand why humans have to come up with so many weird theories. They have hardly learned this in their lives because their power is innate.
of.
Therefore, they could only tell Bruce the historical secrets they knew, but could not provide any help to his research.
But Bruce was very persistent and had to ask for every piece of information about every race. Suddenly, the name Batman could stop children crying at night in Maia.
Not all the ancients of all races are so kind and willing to solve his problem, but since they have witnessed how those who do not cooperate are dragged for interviews, they feel that answering hundreds of calls a day is not a problem.
Talking back to the inside of the Forgotten Bookstore, if the situation in the past few days could be summed up in one sentence, it would probably be "Constantine is unlucky."
Needless to say, Bruce, in addition to meeting the most basic physiological needs, devoted himself to books. In just half a month, he not only read half of the books, but also memorized them all.
Schiller didn't even need to deal with his physical needs. He didn't eat, drink or sleep. He read through all the contents of the thousands of books, and then began to constantly select topics.
Tim's talent is closest to that of Batman. Whether it is runes, secret words or symbols, he can decipher them very quickly. He has cracked the code in at least twenty languages within two weeks.
Even Red Hood Jason can sit there and read books non-stop all day long, and even finds it very interesting. He has mastered almost all the sources of power and folklore stories introduced in this pile of books, as well as the life and background of each archmage.
Even more knowledgeable.
Then, there was only one person left who was incompatible with the strong learning atmosphere in the room.
Constantine asked the Red Hood a very confused question: "How did you see this?" The Red Hood also asked him very confused: "Are you illiterate? How can you not see it if you are literate?"
Constantine was speechless.
After being forced ashore by Schiller and being supervised by his brother to quit smoking and drinking, Constantine once again had his head pressed down by Batman and experienced a round of baptism of knowledge.
Originally, he could only be called an academic master in the magic world, but that was only the taller among the dwarfs. Most of the mystical knowledge he mastered came from practice.
But now, even if we only talk about theory, Constantine can be regarded as a master. After all, after spending two full weeks with the Bat Family, the monkey should have written Shakespeare.
In the end, the magical world of Maia could no longer solve Bruce's ridiculously difficult problem. Constantine had to mobilize his own connections and find all kinds of magicians with strange knowledge to solve Bruce's vigorous thirst for knowledge.
want.
Facts have proved that there are only a few people in this world who can answer Batman's questions. The vast majority of people can't keep up with Bruce's thinking when discussing with him. Although there is a small group of people who can keep up with his thinking.
, but it is not creative enough and cannot make any constructive suggestions.
There are also a very small number of people who have indeed given Bruce a certain amount of help in their professional fields, but soon Bruce will leave this field to study other related or completely unrelated fields. No one is an all-round master, leaving himself alone
Naturally, I can no longer provide help in my professional field.
In the end, even Constantine's weird connections throughout the occult world were exhausted, but Bruce was still not satisfied with the progress of his research.
Finally, one day, Beelzebub was awakened by a strange sound while sleeping in his palace. When he listened carefully, it seemed that it was a prayer from the human world.
"Your Majesty Christ Beelzebub, the great god of disease spread and the infinitely powerful King of Ghosts, please answer the questions of your loyal followers--"
"If I want to add a prophecy about futur to the rune named fortuna, so that the prophecy result directly affects nov-fortuna-futur, and eliminate the possible influence of -act on the prophecy result Cert category using the rune object,
So how to avoid Teprua errors caused by point deviation when the prophecy occurs?"