"Um?"

Raising his hand, he saw golden light streaks radiating out from the appalling cracks. Xia De turned his head to look at the shrine in surprise, only to find that the shrine on the pile of books had disappeared, replaced by an old man wearing a gray robe, with white hair shawl, which almost completely merged with the white beard on his chin. gentlemen. . .

Wearing a gray pointed wide-brimmed hat on his head, even though he is sitting on a pile of books that is not too high, the top of his head is still higher than Shad. He holds a long stick in his left hand, and holds a smoking pipe in his right hand before his mouth.

Because Xia De was looking at the shrine with his head just now, so he turned his head again at this time, almost face to face with the old man. Before Xia De could react, the old man suddenly widened his eyes and shouted:

"ah!"

Because it was so sudden, Xia De was frightened and took two steps back. If Miss Olanode hadn't come to help him in time, he would have almost fallen into the bonfire.

"Hahaha~"

Holding a pipe, the old man in gray robe laughed loudly:

"It's funny, the person who called me this time is really interesting."

Putting down the pipe, he leaned on the long staff and looked at the four of them. He is obviously just sitting on a pile of old books, but it seems to be sitting on a throne in the clouds. He smiled, and took another puff of his pipe:

"Since this shrine has finally been touched by someone, it means that this library that shouldn't exist is finally about to be completely destroyed. Then, mortals, before it is destroyed, would you like to help me collect a few books? ?”

He looked at the four of them one by one, speaking in the same tone as an old farmer sitting on a field ridge in the countryside, asking his neighbors for help in harvesting the crops:

"The Gaddis Library, the taboo library, the knowledge and history of the First Era, is not allowed to be known by mortals after that. The destruction of this library is because they tried to learn the secrets of the First Era. And Now, it's time to reclaim and record the forbidden books buried here. Three books, yes, three books are needed. Bring them, and I can grant your three wishes."

"Any wish?"

Xia De asked immediately.

"Oh, no, of course not, I can't give you the power to fight, but as the guardian of the library, I have a lot of knowledge that you are interested in. Of course, I can only give you knowledge that is not taboo. "

Xia De swallowed:

"For example, to enhance time perception, to perceive the knowledge of the most real time?"

"sure."

Xia De nodded and turned to look at the witches. They were obviously not ready to face the gods here, but they also heard the conversation between the gods and Shad. Miss Olanode and the witch of Zaras nodded to Shad, so Shad asked again:

"God, may I ask, what book do you want to find?"

"The forbidden book "Book of Nameless Sacrifice" that records the power of the sun, the forbidden book "Jeger Scroll" that records the mystery of death, and the forbidden book "Threaded Text" that records the history of the first era."

God replied, exhaling white smoke, the white smoke did not dissipate, but in the icy air, forming the covers of three large books. The surface of the first book has a huge sun coat of arms, the second book is wrapped in chains, and the third book looks like it is made of rock, with traces similar to conch fossils on the surface.

Even though they were unwilling to face the gods directly, the witches still raised their heads together with Xia De, observing carefully in the firelight. And the styles of those book covers, just by looking at them, were immediately engraved deeply in my mind.

"Mortals, each of these three books has infinite power for mortals. I won't forbid you to read them in advance, but you have to bear the price yourself."

"God, will you always be here? How are we going to deliver the book to you?"

Xia De actually wanted to ask if the **** would leave after he left. If he doesn't leave, then there is no need to worry about the safety of the three witches.

"Do you think that by sacrificing three books, you can start a complete god-calling ceremony? No, no, what you see now is just using my remaining power in the shrine..."

Xia De's eyelids twitched.

"...Called part of my projection, otherwise why did you have to go find those forbidden books instead of me to get them myself? Oh boy, including this time, I can appear three times, answering some questions about those forbidden books As for when you plan to hand over the book to me, that is something you decide for yourself. If nothing happens this time, then..."

"God, please wait a moment!"

The witch of Zaras suddenly said that the gaze of the gods was on her, and even the high-ringed witch was very uncomfortable:

"It's like this, we have obtained the forbidden book "Threaded Text" that records the history of the first era."

She reached into the pocket of her long skirt and took out a slate. That pocket is definitely not able to hold such a large book, presumably it is the power of space.

And the shape of that stone slab is exactly the same as that of the book cover shown by the gods just now, but it doesn't look like a book. But when he really saw the traces of those threads on the surface, Xia De actually felt that his consciousness was about to be sucked into it.

Simple and thick, this is Xia De's first impression of this book. He is very interested in the knowledge described in it, but he also knows that with his current strength, he is not enough to read the knowledge about the first era.

"It is indeed this one. Look, it is still in a sealed state. Aren't you going to study the contents of this book?"

God asked with a smile, and Miss Becky Samuel shook her head slightly. Seeing that her companions did not object, she handed the book to Shad.

Xia De calculated that he was about to leave, so he seized the time and handed the book to the **** in front of him.

The light of the campfire crackled behind him, and his entire shadow was cast on the stone slab in front of him. The stone slab was unusually cold and thick.

This is an indescribable feeling. Holding it is really like holding a piece of history, a history that has been lost. The sensitivity of the soul made Xia De aware of more information, and holding this lost history in his hand, he seemed to really see the ancient scroll unfolding before his eyes.

Xia De didn't intend to explore the power of this forbidden book that records the history of the First Epoch. But when a slate appeared in his hand, it was hard for him not to look down.

But it was really just a glance, the mottled cracks on the surface of the stone slab, the ancient runes in the twisted threads, and even the weight of the stone itself were all sending him a message, a very complicated message.

[Ancient God. 】

This is a word in an unknown ancient language. The meaning that can be expressed in the Sixth Era with only four sounds is so complicated in that unknown language. So much so that, just knowing this word, Xia De felt more painful than the whole set of Delarion that "she" gave him at the beginning.

"No, I can't continue watching."

He forcibly closed his eyes, and a gentle whisper sounded in his ears:

[That's the old story, that's the original story, that's the story about the origin. When you stand in the distant present and look at the picture scroll covered with yellow sand and wind and dust, the bright and splendid ancient civilizations are trying to tell you their secrets. Outlander, this is your first encounter with the First Age story, the original "enlightenment." 】

[You have obtained thaumaturgy, the voice of the ancients. When you touch those items of the first era, you can safely get a piece of information related to them, and one item is only available once. 】

The brilliance of enlightenment flickered in Xia De's soul, which was a thaumaturgy related to the core spiritual rune [Time and Space]. And when the new power generated by enlightenment became stable, the stone tablet belonging to the first era in his hand immediately told Xia De information that he did not know.

[The time of the first era was extremely long. When the first era ended, the thirteen ancient gods did not go far away. 】

Before Xia De could think about the information, the old man in front of him took the heavy stone slab from Xia De's hands. Then, a phantom-like bookshelf appeared beside him, and the **** inserted the slate in his hand into the gap of the bookshelf, and the bookshelf disappeared:

"Very good. In this way, the record of the first book is complete."

He took out his pipe from the air, ignoring the expression on Xia De's face:

"One book, one wish, let's make a wish. Knowledge, or the power related to the library. This is just my projection, there is not much power, so don't be too greedy."

The bonfire was crackling, and the wind and snow outside the door were still astonishing. The old man exhaled another puff of smoke, and a huge shadow swayed on the wall behind him, but the shape of the shadow did not look like a human image.

After recovering from the information about the first era, the **** in front of him said "there is not much power", which reminded Xia De of the young man wearing a clown hat in the toy store.

It has been 25 minutes since Xia De came here, and he doesn't have much time. So I apologized to the **** in front of me, kept the information about the ancient gods I had just obtained in my heart, then turned around and came to the side of the bonfire, and discussed this wish with the three witches.

"It's up to you to make this wish. You found that book and it has nothing to do with me."

Although he wanted to know the way to enhance the perception of time, Xia De still expressed his attitude.

The young girl with red dragon blood carefully looked at the scar on Xia De's body, and said softly:

"Teacher, please don't consider my attitude. I came out this time just to learn from you."

This was addressed to Miss Olanord.

So the two high-ring witches looked at each other, and finally the witch from the Zarath Academy spoke first:

"This book itself is the purpose of my coming to the Silent Valley. Since I found it, then the first wish, why don't I come up with an idea-let the gods help you learn this gentleman's thaumaturgy-Silent Moonlight. He only has The third ring can already slowly restore our strength, and aren't you at the thirteenth rank?"

The last time Xia De saw Miss Olan Nord in the Forest of Thousand Trees, she was in the twelfth rank.

"Britney, it's up to you to perform this thaumaturgy. No matter how long the blizzard lasts, even if black snow arrives, we won't have to be in such an embarrassing situation. At least, this will help us escape."

Miss Becky Samuel's proposal is very good, such a wish is not too much, and it is essentially to empower Miss Olanode, which is also beneficial to others.

So the proposal was approved, and the blond witch with round glasses motioned for Xia De to talk.

"Why me again?"

he asked in a low voice.

"Isn't that obvious, sir?"

She took the initiative to grab Xia De's wrist again, but this time Miss Olanode did not object. The witch of Zarath smiled and pushed Xia De to turn around to face the old man on the pile of old books. After she let go of Xia De's wrist, she observed her palm behind Xia De with the light of the bonfire:

"It's really interesting."

Xia De heard this sentence coming from behind him.

He described the first wish of the three to the god~lightnovelpub.net~ The **** nodded in agreement, but after taking a puff of the pipe and exhaling the smoke, the blue eyes on the old face looked at Xia De in front of him again:

"This power is very unusual. In my current state, I cannot let the mortals over there learn it directly, but I can transfer your power to her."

Xia De raised his eyebrows, that is to say, at the cost of losing his thaumaturgy [Silent Moonlight], let Miss Olan Nord learn this thaumaturgy:

"Excuse me, is this process reversible?"

Miss Olan Nord took the initiative to walk to Xia De's side and stood behind him. The main entrance of the Gaddis library ruins is actually very empty, and the shadows of the two are entangled because of the bonfire, reflected on the wall with the peeling murals.

"If you make another wish, it is of course reversible."

The old man with the stick said with a smile, and urged:

"Make up your mind quickly, young people, I'm leaving."