"What can be taught, I have taught you everything."

　　 The old man was sitting against the wall in the shadows, and the evening light came in through the window fence, only illuminating half of his chin.

　　 Compared with yesterday, the old man was much weaker and his hoarse voice sounded: "How many do you remember now?"

　　 The delicious wind goose squatting in the opposite cell replied respectfully: "I remember it all, I haven't forgotten all of it."

"……Ah."

　　 The old man chuckled in a low voice, "At least half of your words are lying."

　　 In his low, hoarse voice, there was an unstoppable death.

　　 Ever since the old man’s bowl was broken, Tasty Wind Goose has not seen him say a word in front of the “jailer” who delivered the food.

　　 After being imprisoned in the dungeon, the delicious wind goose is at least enough for three meals a day. But the old man opposite... the jailer never gave him a mouthful of food or a sip of water, which made his voice weaker and weaker.

　　 It's better to say that it's the limit to live so long.

　　Because of being monitored while eating, the delicious goose can’t leave much food for the elderly. He could only hide an apple secretly per meal and threw it beside the old man after the jailer left.

　　 has nothing to do with interests.

　　The delicious wind goose is simply unbearable. He can eat all he needs, and the other person-especially his teacher, has no food or water.

　　 Perhaps it is precisely because of this that the elderly will teach the knowledge of the delicious wind goose ritual...

　　 He obviously doesn't appreciate the dull aptitude of the delicious wind goose.

　　 But the delicious wind goose also knew in his heart that the old man said it was true.

　　 Delicious wind goose’s words, half of them are indeed lies——

　　 The old man gave him a total of twenty-six ceremonies of different sizes and scales, as well as many mysterious knowledge. Except for a few rituals that are relatively simple, the rest are quite complicated.

　　 If you are a player with scientific research experience in reality, you might understand it better.

Tasty Wind Goose’s feeling for these rituals is a bit like physical chemistry experiments in high school and college. He clearly wrote down the text content of the experiment procedures in the textbook, but when he did it himself, there would always be strange problems and failures. Fully replicated.

　　 And the thing more **** than in the textbook is that he can't even see a picture.

　　 The ceremonial array painted on the ground, the old man would erase and repaint it in an average of forty minutes-only ghosts can remember it.

　　 Fortunately, he has a screenshot function...

　　 Yes, the delicious wind goose directly saved the ritual steps and all the screenshots one by one.

　　 When the time comes, compare it by yourself and do it step by step.

　　 Moreover, this knowledge about rituals seems to be judged by the system as "mysterious knowledge". This caused the delicious wind goose to send this knowledge to the forum when the system suddenly reminded him that the weekly task of "The Secret Eye" has been completed.

　　 As long as this knowledge is submitted to the Secret Eye's database, a large amount of experience can be obtained.

　　 Delicious Wind Goose agreed immediately.

　　 These rituals are divided into different levels according to their difficulty and importance. After the player upgrades the prestige level in the "Secret Eye" camp to the corresponding level, they can use keywords to check all the knowledge and information in this level at any time.

　　 is much faster than querying pictures one by one.

　　 And as a price... the pictures and content here cannot be published through forum channels.

　　 Of course, it is still possible to memorize, copy and trade offline-but then it would be equivalent to spending time to learn this thoroughly, and then to teach others. And if you master it yourself, you can directly teach it to others even in the Mist Continent.

　　 still can't record it 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 or ordinary paper. If it is written on paper, the paper will spontaneously burn; if it is written on a wooden sign, the wood will decay.

　　 Because power also means "curse".

　　 Mortal things cannot bear this level of curse.

　　 For example, when the old man used the fragments of the bowl to paint the magic circle on the ground. The temperature in the cell dropped significantly. There are also magic circles that will freeze the surrounding land, and some magic circles will make the ground ooze blood...

　　 There is no doubt that the old man has no extraordinary ability. But just the knowledge itself being "completely fixed" is enough to change reality.

　　 Delicious Wind Goose is very compelling from the beginning... It is impossible for him to remember and understand this knowledge. Taking a step back, as long as it works.

　　 But never expected, as the uploader of knowledge. He not only gained a batch of rich experience, but also allowed himself to call up the uploaded knowledge at any time-basically, he had already learned it.

　　 Although it is still not able to use it well.

　　 "...That's it."

　　 After the silence, the old man sighed deeply.

　　 He reluctantly wrote something on the floor with pieces of the bowl.

　　 Delicious wind goose, although I can't see what it is at all. But he was keenly aware that the ground beneath him seemed to be trembling slightly.

　　 Soon, the ground in front of the old man suddenly squirmed.

　　 Like a living thing, it is restored to its original state.

　　 There are no scratches, frost marks, or burn marks.

　　 That's just a few lines of text...

　　...In other words.

　　 If the old man wants to, he can use his knowledge to escape.

　　 Not to mention, there are some rituals that cannot be taught in this situation... Just this simple ritual to order the earth to eliminate traces, the old man has not given it to the delicious wind goose.

　　 There must be more power hidden in him.

　　 Delicious Wind Goose couldn’t help asking: "Since you have the power...Why don’t you escape?"

　　 "Why escape?"

　　 the old man asked rhetorically.

　　 Delicious wind goose was stunned.

　　 He was not how to answer at the moment.

　　 Seeing this, the old man laughed.

　　 is not the previous sneer, but the kind and gentle chuckle like the grandfather downstairs: "You are a good boy...just too stupid.

　　 "You can learn what I teach you. Are you afraid that the knowledge I give you is poisonous?"

　　 "...Knowledge can still be poisonous?"

　　 "That's natural."

The old man replied calmly: "Some knowledge just written on a stone tablet, its power is enough to destroy a city; the secret transmission I wrote on the ground can even control the earth. Why do you think that... your brain is better than a rock? Harder; your body is heavier than the earth?

　　 "Forget it, don't scare you. In the knowledge I gave you, there is indeed no highly toxic."

　　 The old man said, raising his head slightly.

　　 The light originally shone on his chin, but now it hit his skinny apple. With his voice ~lightnovelpub.net~ the sharp apple tree slid up and down: "My life is over.

　　 "Some huge rituals always consume life, and life is the best fuel."

　　 The old man replied calmly: "You will have such a day."

　　 Delicious Wind Goose couldn’t help asking: "What the **** did you get in prison because of...what happened?"

"what's up?"

　　 The old man sneered nonchalantly and replied in a low voice, "Everything."

　　 He obviously does not intend to continue answering this question.

　　 Silence temporarily enveloped the small, dimly lit dungeon.

　　 It was not any of the delicious wind goose or the old man who broke the silence in the end.

　　 Just then, the sound of a huge black iron key turning came.

　　 From the outside to the inside, the three doors are opened by different keys.

　　 Claus Cass is holding a bunch of keys in his right hand, and his silver scabbard long sword is pinned around his waist.

"Have you considered?"

　　 He stopped at the door to look at the delicious wind goose, and in the first sentence he asked directly: "During the three days and two nights in the same room with the dead, did you have a good stay?"

　　...Dead?

　　 Delicious Wind Goose was startled.

　　 He suddenly raised his head and looked at the cell opposite him--

　　 I saw that sitting against the wall was an old man's corpse that had begun to decay. Next to the broken bowl, five apples of varying degrees of decay were built into a small pyramid shape and placed securely in the corner of the wall.

　　 The radiance of the setting sun was scattered on his place.

　　...So, what was it that I saw and heard before?