The old man was sitting in the shadows against the wall. The sunset light filtered in through the bars of the window and could only illuminate half of his chin.
Compared with yesterday, the old man's hoarse voice sounded much weaker: "How much...do you remember now?"
The delicious goose squatting in the cell opposite replied respectfully: "I remember them all, and I have not forgotten them all."
"……Ah."
The old man sneered in a low voice: "At least half of what you said is a lie."
His low, hoarse voice was filled with an unconcealable air of death.
From the moment the old man's bowl was smashed, Delicious Wind Goose never saw him say a word in front of the "jailer" who delivered the meal.
After Delicious Wind Goose was imprisoned in the dungeon, at least three meals a day were enough. But the old man opposite... the jailer never gave him a sip of food or a sip of water, which made his voice grow louder.
Become weak.
Rather, being able to live this long is already the limit.
Because he was being monitored while eating, Delicious Wind Goose could not leave much food for the old man. He could only secretly hide an apple during each meal and throw it to the old man after the jailer left.
It has nothing to do with profit.
Delicious Wind Goose simply couldn't bear it. He could eat as much as he wanted, but others, especially his teacher, had no food or water.
Perhaps it is precisely because of this that the old man teaches the knowledge of the delicious wind goose ritual master...
He obviously looked down upon Yummy Wind Goose's dull qualifications.
But Delicious Wind Goose also knew in his heart that what the old man said was true.
Half of what Delicious Wind Goose said is indeed a lie
The old man granted him a total of twenty-six rituals of different sizes, as well as a lot of mysterious knowledge. Except for a few rituals that were relatively simple, the rest were quite complex.
If you are a player with scientific research experience in real life, you may understand it better.
Yummy Wind Goose's feeling about these rituals is a bit like high school. During the physical and chemical experiments in college, I clearly wrote down the text about the experimental steps in the textbook, but strange problems always occurred when I did it myself, and I couldn't completely replicate it.
.
And what’s even more fucked up than what’s shown in the textbook is that he can’t even see a single picture.
On average, the old man would have to erase and redraw the ritual formations painted on the floor in forty minutes before he could remember them.
Fortunately, it has a screenshot function...
Yes, Delicious Wind Goose directly saved all the steps of the ritual with screenshots step by step.
When the time comes, just check it yourself and do it step by step.
Moreover, this knowledge about rituals seemed to be judged as "mysterious knowledge" by the system. When Delicious Wind Goose sent this knowledge to the forum, the system suddenly reminded him that the "Hidden Eye" weekly task had been completed.
As long as you submit this knowledge to the Hidden Eye's database, you can get a lot of experience.
Delicious Wind Goose agreed immediately.
These rituals are divided into different levels according to difficulty and importance. After players upgrade the reputation level in the "Hidden Eye" camp to the corresponding level, they can use keywords to check all knowledge and intelligence in this level at any time.
It is much faster than querying pictures one by one by yourself.
And as a price...the pictures and content here cannot be published through forum channels.
Of course, you can still memorize it, copy it and trade it offline, but that would mean spending your time to learn it thoroughly and then teach it to others. And if you master it yourself, you can teach it directly to others word-to-word even in the foggy continent.
others.
Still can't write it down on paper.
This is one of the core laws of this world.
There is power in knowledge... Mysterious knowledge cannot be recorded by ordinary people with ordinary words and ordinary paper. If it is written on paper, the paper will spontaneously ignite; if it is written on a wooden sign, the wood will decay.
Because power also means "curse".
Mortal objects cannot bear this level of curse.
For example, the moment the old man used the fragments of a bowl to carve a magic circle on the ground, the temperature in the cell dropped significantly. Some magic circles would make the surrounding land freeze, and some magic circles would make the ground ooze blood...
…
There is no doubt that the old man does not have any extraordinary abilities. But just the fact that the knowledge itself is "completely fixed" is enough to change reality.
Yummy Wind Goose was very impressive from the beginning... It is impossible for him to remember and understand this knowledge. To say the least, as long as it can be used, it will be fine.
But he never expected that as an uploader of knowledge, he not only gained a lot of rich experience, but also allowed himself to call the uploaded knowledge at any time. This basically meant that he had learned it.
Although I still can't master the use of it.
"...that's all."
After the silence, the old man sighed deeply.
He reluctantly wrote something on the ground with the broken pieces of the bowl.
Although Delicious Wind Goose couldn't see what it was at all, he was keenly aware that the ground beneath him seemed to be shaking slightly.
Soon, the ground in front of the old man suddenly began to squirm.
Like a living thing, it returned to its original appearance.
Not a single scratch, frost mark or scorch mark was left.
That's just a few lines of text...
...in other words.
If the old man wanted to, he could use his knowledge to escape.
Not to mention, there are some rituals that cannot be taught in this situation... Just this simple ritual of ordering the earth to erase traces, the old man has never handed over the delicious wind goose.
He definitely has more hidden power.
Delicious Wind Goose couldn't help but ask: "Since you have the power...why don't you escape?"
"Why do you want to escape?"
The old man asked rhetorically.
Delicious Wind Goose was stunned.
He didn't know how to answer at the moment.
Seeing this, the old man laughed out loud.
It was not the sneer from before, but the kind and gentle chuckle like the old man downstairs: "You are a good boy... but you are too stupid.
"You can learn whatever I teach you. Aren't you afraid that the knowledge I give you is poisonous?"
"...can knowledge be poisonous?"
"That's natural."
The old man replied calmly: "Some knowledge just written on stone tablets is powerful enough to destroy a city; the secret messages I wrote on the ground can even control the earth. Why do you think... your brain is stronger than rocks?"
Harder; your body is thicker than the earth?
"Forget it, I won't scare you anymore. Indeed, none of the knowledge I gave you contains any poison."
The old man said, raising his head slightly.
The light originally shone on his chin, but now it hit his skinny Adam's apple. As he spoke, the sharp Adam's apple slid up and down: "My lifespan has come to an end.
"Some grand rituals always consume lifespan, and lifespan is the best fuel."
The old man replied calmly: "You will also have such a day."
Delicious Wind Goose couldn't help but ask: "What on earth...are you in jail for?"
"What's up?"
The old man sneered nonchalantly and replied in a low voice: "Everything."
He obviously did not intend to continue answering this question.
Silence temporarily enveloped the small, dark dungeon.
The person who finally broke the silence was not Delicious Wind Goose or any of the old people.
At this moment, the sound of the huge black iron key turning was heard.
From the outside to the inside, the three doors are opened by different keys.
Klaus Kaas is holding a bunch of keys in his right hand, and his long sword with a silver scabbard is on his waist.
"Have you considered?"
He stopped at the door and looked at the delicious wind goose. The first sentence he asked directly was: "Did you enjoy the three days and two nights in the same room with the dead?"
……dead?
Delicious Wind Goose was startled for a moment.
He suddenly looked up at the cell opposite him
Sitting against the wall was the corpse of an old man who had begun to rot. Next to the broken bowl, five apples with different degrees of decay were built into a small pyramid shape and placed securely in the corner.