"Come on, let me see, can only one person project his thoughts?" Nigris said excitedly.
Oh my God, the entire world's communication and trade are conducted through the House of the Dead. If Duroken can control it, wouldn't all information be open to them?
Even if Nigris is not as proficient in business as Silver Coin, the god of profiteers, he still knows what a terrifying authority this is. If you use it well, you can collect taxes while lying down, make money while lying down, and become rich overnight is not a problem.
"Only one thought can access it." Rocks responded, such a small question did not require Duroken to answer.
However, her answer was not valid here. Duroken looked at it and said: "I also designed this sacrificial circle. In order to facilitate verification, I can only project one. I will modify it."
.”
After saying that, he took out the Midas touch, made a few strokes on the altar, and then said: "Okay, come in."
Ange, Nigris, and Locus extended their thoughts together and threw themselves into the fire of the faith.
Wow! They only felt that they had entered a high tower. The tower was not very wide, but it towered into the clouds. The environment turned out to be quite familiar.
"Isn't this my brass book tower?" Nigris was surprised. It was not in the shape of a book at this moment, but had transformed back into the shape of an embryonic dragon.
Except that there is no small podium in the center to hold its brass book. Instead, there are shelves filled with books all around. The bookshelves filled with books stretch all the way to the point where the end is invisible.
The ghosts floated back and forth, taking out a book from the shelf,
Du Luoken spread his hands: "So, Your Majesty copied my design. I also designed the brass book tower."
Then he introduced the surrounding environment with gestures: "I have mentioned the difference between dots and nets before. The vertical passage in the center of the tower is a dot, and the connected ones are all relay spirits. The books on the surrounding bookshelves are nets. Each one is a dot.
This book all belongs to a mark, which corresponds to individuals like Locks who have applied for the mark."
"Look at those ghosts again. They are all undead creatures that are projected into the relay spirit to handle the work. They use low-level marks. We use the highest power mark to come in, so we can see them. These are not real existences.
Rather, it is embodied so that it can be more intuitive and allow His Majesty to understand it better."
Nigris was stunned for a moment: "Let His Majesty understand it better?"
"Well, when I originally designed it, there were no books, towers, etc., but only these marks. This would be more convenient. But His Majesty rejected it. He said he couldn't understand it and asked me to make it simpler, and finally it was completed.
That’s it.”
Duroken floated to the bookshelf, pulled out a book at random, took it back and showed it to everyone, and saw that it said: Onia, coordinates:...￥%#, time:￥...#%￥*, and then nothing happened.
Already.
Duroken put the book back and took out another one with the same name, coordinates, and time written on it.
Negris said: "These two times are different. They should refer to the registration time. What about those? What do those glowing books mean?"
Duroken floated up, found a glowing book, and floated back again. As he floated upward, he accidentally bumped into a ghost.
The ghost couldn't see him, only felt that he had been hit, looked around in confusion, and then continued working with a puzzled look on his face.
"You bumped into a ghost, are you okay?" Nigris asked.
"It's okay, it can't see us. We came in with the highest power mark. They used a low-level mark. From its angle, these book towers can't be seen. The whole world is dark, only the glowing ones
It can only see the mark," Duroken explained.
When I opened the book, there were many more things besides names, coordinates and time. A farmer who looked like an old farmer said anxiously:
"Buy, buy, buy, we need 20,000 kilograms of grain, and we are willing to pay twenty gold coins per ton. I beg anyone who has extra, please sell us some, as much as you like, otherwise some of us will starve to death soon."
A ghost lowered his head and glanced in this direction, floated over with a little doubt, grabbed the 'book' and pulled it, but it couldn't be pulled, and then pulled it again, but it still couldn't be pulled.
It puffed up its cheeks, rolled up its sleeves, hugged the book tightly, and pulled it out with all its strength.
If it continued like this, it might become suspicious, so Duroken had no choice but to let go. The ghost immediately misjudged its strength and turned somersaults while holding the book.
After getting up, it scratched its head in confusion, not wanting to understand what was going on, so it could only slap the book angrily, and then push the book upwards.
Duroken floated up again and pulled out another book, which also had information about buying food. He pulled out several books in a row, all of which were asking for food. It was not until the seventh book that he finally had some other needs.
A female swordsman displayed her long sword, and finally stopped on the handle of the sword, showed it in detail, and said: "Flame Sword Saint Luticia, I want to buy a Fire Emblem and require it to have six levels of flame gain.
ability, and can store more than two level six defense magic, I can pay 50,000 magic crystals."
"This is good, you can take it." Du Luoken wiped a hand on the book, and the book suddenly stopped shining.
If the book does not glow, the ghost cannot be seen. A ghost floating here scratches its head and floats back again.
"Let's go out first." Duroken said.
After exiting the soul network of the House of the Dead, Duroken said to Ange: "Sir, I need some dragon-patterned steel and mithril."
Ange nodded, concentrated his attention, and took out a large piece of dragon-patterned steel.
Duroken casually refined a few fire badges and put them aside for later use.
Twenty minutes later, Ange reached out again and took out a large piece of mithril.
Locks's eyes were so wide that they were about to stick to the mithril block. "Shabada, the thigh I am hugging this time seems to be made of magic crystal. How can I be so rich?"
Nigris also discovered a problem: "It's only been twenty minutes, how can you capture it again?"
When Ange first started, it took thirty minutes to grab one. Now the time has been shortened to almost ten minutes. What caused the time to be shortened?
"Strong soul." Ange responded.
Nigris leaned over and sensed it, and found that it was indeed stronger. Compared with half a month ago, Ange's soul heart had begun to shrink from being so dry, but now it has returned to 'normal' levels.
"It seems like your grabbing ability is related to the strength of your soul. If you continue to improve your soul, wouldn't you be able to grab it once a minute? Or even once every tens of seconds?" Negris muttered.
Ange tilted his head and suddenly froze there. He felt someone touching his body.
He retracted his mind and lowered his head, only to see the little angel pouting his cheeks and poking his ribs with his fingers angrily.
Not far away, little zombies, Lightning and Big Cat, Lisa and Silver Coins, etc., all came.