The entrance above the head then rotates, like the fragments of a kaleidoscope changing with the twisting. When it turns to a brand new pattern, it means that this place is no longer in the same space as the grocery store.
The moment the bookshelf was about to close, Lilith waved her hands to them.
This place...has truly become a hidden corner.
No one knows, no one can open it.
"sit down."
The old man waved his hand and motioned for the two of them to sit down.
The two people were stunned and still wondering where to sit. Ten wooden arms embedded in the bookshelf climbed down. As the fingers intertwined and the wooden arms criss-crossed, two weird and simple benches appeared in the secret room.
Under the surrounding light, the two of them could only sit on it with their own bodies, waiting for the old man to answer their questions.
"This thing can't be the old man's elf, right? It's as simple as Lilith. Why don't you spend money to buy something better after spending so many years in the low-rise market? It's too shabby."
Hero nodded and compared his mentor's coal briquette elf, both in terms of comfort and cuteness, they were several notches behind.
"Hey, hey, hey, don't whisper so openly! Even though I'm wearing a clay pot, I can hear you clearly!"
"Oh, sorry, please hurry up." Byrne rolled his eyes, not caring at all.
The more Holo stayed in this closed space, the more depressed he felt.
The suppression of the soul began to increase the burden, and the number of small vortices that popped up from time to time gradually increased.
From one or two bounces when I first came down, it has now increased to five.
This feeling is the same as the situation in the previous life when I had to hold back my thinness.
If he doesn't go back up there, he's pretty sure he won't lose control.
The old man groped back and forth on the bookshelf, and from time to time he picked up a book and opened two pages, as if he was recalling the contents.
Then he turned around and asked them seriously:
"You two... tell me the truth, did you only get the incomplete fragments of the 'Picture of Life' or... the complete slate!"
To be honest, he didn't dare to ask this question just now.
The difference between the two is huge. At least in his information, he has never heard of any major hub city being destroyed.
Even in that dark history.
"We pried away a complete 'Picture of Life'."
"Complete? There was an abandoned main city in the Snowfield incident?"
The face on the pot changed again. The old man's hunch was right. This time he really hit a big hole.
Historical records of the Tower never record the abandonment of the main city.
At least he has never read it within his scope of authority.
Why does the tower hide it?
Hero thought about it for a moment and told everything:
"That city is very weird. During the exploration, we found the 'aboriginals'. They were refined by the rebel magicians to extract the blood essence remaining from the corpses to make a weird doll or even have other uses... And I was in the depths
Found traces of one of the first few Grand Dukes, which is the secret hidden in the tower."
"Ah, there are still traces of the Grand Duke in it!"
Byrne didn't know this, and he only saw the last shadow in the sky.
The old man rubbed the rough surface of the can, which was full of pores, and the decompressing feeling gradually calmed his mood.
"In other words, that relic was also excavated from it? How did they know there was a relic there? I remember that this time it was an expedition team jointly dispatched by thirteen towers to conduct the first exploration and cleanup. How could there be such a sure decision?
Is the Grand Duke snooping around? Are they so idle? Or did they already know there were relics there?"
"I don't know about the secrets of the higher-ups in the tower. Don't look at me like that. I'm just a chess piece. Being able to come back alive is already an eyesore. Maybe they will take action in the next assessment event."
Hero moved his buttocks, and his waist was hit by a wooden hand.
This indifferent look is really unconvincing.
Realizing that he really couldn't live anymore, the old man stopped Hero's next words:
"Let's not talk about this for now! First tell me who took that relic away!"
"Tell us the relevant information about the 'Life Map' first!"
"That's right! You have to explain this clearly first. The old man has so many tricks!"
The sausage mouth on the can squirmed, but chose to compromise.
The oldest and most worn book on the bookshelf was taken down.
The old man presented it to the two of them. As soon as he looked through it, Hero saw the square and thick stone rubbing pattern.
familiar.
It's just that the pattern shown above is different from the one in his hand.
"Which main city is this?" Byrne asked curiously as he had never seen the 'life map' of Windy City.
"The southern part of the empire, the main city near the Corrupt Desert of the Forbidden Territory..."
"That lone city that was originally between the great rifts?" Byrne jumped up from his stool excitedly upon hearing this.
Only Helo frowned and asked, "What's wrong? Is this main city famous?"
"It's not just famous! The main cities are evenly distributed in the empire's territory, and they have always played a hub role in the spider-web-like transportation routes. In other words, the location of each main city is very special."
"But it sounds like the environment in that sand city is very harsh?"
It's either a big rift or close to a desert.
"The surrounding environment of most main cities is very harsh, but often harsh environments can give birth to special and precious resources, soul weapon cores and even soul beasts, and the main city itself protects the magicians who come and go."
The old man followed Byrne's words and continued to answer:
"That main city is even more special. In the thousands of years of the empire, it is the only one that has undergone tremendous changes. Although it is not destroyed and abandoned, the soul circuit it represents has undergone complete changes. What is recorded in this book is
It’s that unknown experience.”
Byrne was shocked and stretched out his hand to see first, but the old man nimbly avoided his snatching action.
"Old man, you actually have something like this here! When my father told me that story, he thought he was just trying to scare me, but I didn't expect..."
"Furry, this book has been silent in history for who knows how long. I got it by chance. If you move too hard, it will break. Change your temper!"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Hero quickly asked: "Can the content above unlock the secret of the 'Life Map'?"
What he cares most about is whether he can convert the things on the stone slab into resources that he can use.
He still prefers the former between setting foot on the mountain top and pursuing history.
"Relevant information... The oldest and most comprehensive one currently existing in the world, I dare say it is the only one in my hand. If you don't analyze what you want in it, I suggest you put this matter aside for the time being.
It will waste too much of your energy."
Once an apprentice falls into the trap of greed, it is difficult to save him.
He has seen too many children like this in the past.
They came to the tower from a remote corner of the empire and discovered some opportunities while exploring events, but based on their experience, how could they tell how much help this opportunity could bring them.
Maybe after years of hard work to decipher the secret language, in the end it was just an insignificant soul magic formula.
Due to the distraction, there are many apprentices who fail to pass even the level magician examination.
So the old man put forward his conditions.
Fortunately, neither of them are stupid.
"I promise."
"I agree too."
"Then I will explain what happened in those years and the meaning of the patterns on the slate..."
The surrounding colorful lights converged on the pages of the book in the old man's hand.
The scroll-like space began to change, projecting the patterns in the book, and a pair of pictures were connected. While flashing, an animation was vividly displayed in front of Hero's eyes.
Describe to him everything that happened a hundred years ago.
In the phantom projection, a group of black and white little people raised their hands on the heavy stone slab and danced happily. In the next picture, as the dance continued, the same lines appeared on their bodies.
Holo recognized... that familiar feeling, it was exactly what it looked like when he first awakened his soul circuit.
"In that era, the slate was not called the 'Slate of Creatures'. Ordinary humans under the protection called it the 'Origin Slate'... They gained the power of magicians through sacrificial dance. This group of people is special.