Chapter 4 The past of the previous president, Pluto
Dark Moon Tower, 18th floor, Library 3.
The crystal chandelier emits warm light, and rows of bookcases display a wide variety of books and materials. The air is filled with the fragrance of ink. An administrator who looks like a middle-aged woman is sitting at the counter, holding a quill and writing.
Chris brought Ren in and asked casually:
"What information are you looking for? It's best to tell the administrator. There are too many books here."
There is a unique cave inside the library. There are various Force arrays and runes engraved on the ground and walls. They not only have fire protection, moisture resistance, constant temperature and other effects, but also vaguely change the spatial structure.
This means that the library is much larger than it appears from the outside.
Ren glanced casually, looking at the bookshelves criss-crossing like a long brown dragon, as well as the densely packed and dazzling variety of books, and was a little stunned.
What a big library.
The entire five floors of Dark Moon Tower are mainly used to store various books. There are 20 libraries open to the public, and Library No. 3 is just one of them.
This place mainly stores books on historical events, humanities and arts of the Quaternary Age, among which the records and research on the "Century of Holy War" are the most abundant.
Ren retracted his gaze, looked at Chris, and said:
"I want to check the information related to Pluto in the North Sea, including the North Sea Islands."
"Hades?"
Chris' paralyzed face changed a bit, as if he was in awe, his body stood up slightly, with a trace of fascination in his eyes.
"You admire him?"
"Of course, extraordinary professionals such as Shadow Warriors more or less worship Pluto. He is also the strong man that the president respects the most," Chris said.
The Kagemusha profession was created and perfected by Bei Hai Pluto. To a certain extent, he is the ancestor of the extraordinary assassins in this world.
Chris is a shadow hunter, an emerging special profession.
It is said that "Zero", the president of this generation's Demon Hunter Association, created the "Shadow Hunter" profession based on the two extraordinary professions "Shadow Warrior" and "Demon Hunter".
It’s not surprising that the president and Chris would praise Beihai Pluto, because Pluto is the pinnacle of killers.
"Is this Earl Conor? He is indeed a talented person."
Behind the counter, the administrator who looked like a middle-aged woman put down her quill, stood up, and smiled kindly.
She has long gray hair, a somewhat big nose, and a face that is not pretty. She looks like a middle-aged girl, but she looks very approachable.
Ren glanced at her, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said, "Mrs. Blue Butterfly?"
This woman seemed ordinary, just an ordinary aunt, but even in a library filled with the scent of books, the smell of blood on her body could not be concealed.
Killing countless people is definitely not a good thing.
The female witcher smiled broadly and said, "Earl Conor can actually recognize me. I'm really flattered."
As she said that, she suddenly felt a little shy and said eagerly, "You just came from Farolland, right? My husband... Carl the Butcher, how are you?"
Renn: "..."
Wake up, the butcher’s wife is not you at all.
Landie, whose real name is unknown, is said to be an orphan. By chance, he embarked on the path of transcendence. Now he is a peak fourth-level demon hunting master.
This woman is more famous than many fifth-level titled demon hunters. 50 years ago, she served as the branch president of the Faloran branch of the Demon Hunter Association. She was transferred about 20 years ago, and the position was taken over by Master Randy.
It is said that she was saved once by Karl the Butcher while she was serving in the Kingdom of Falorland.
Then, she began to woo the butcher crazily, but the butcher was already married and ignored her at all.
After many failed courtships, Lan Die began to go crazy. He even pretended to be the butcher's wife in public and wanted to assassinate the butcher's wife...
This incident caused such a stir that she was expelled from the Farolan royal family.
Mrs. Landie's inquiring gaze was so intense that Renn felt a little uncomfortable and said perfunctorily:
"Director Carl is doing well these days."
In fact, he doesn't know much about Farrowland's current situation, but he hasn't heard any news about Director Carl's accident, so he must be doing well, right?
With better luck, maybe the butcher will break through to the king realm...
Mrs. Lan Die was overjoyed, looking like a nymphomaniac, and said with bright eyes:
"Then did my husband Carl say he misses me?"
Renn: "..."
He is not your husband.
There were too many flaws. Renn coughed a few times to ease the embarrassment and was about to say he didn't know, but was lightly patted on the back by Chris. He understood and said:
"Well, Director Carl said... I miss you a little bit."
"Really? I knew he wouldn't forget me! Hohohohohohoho..."
Mrs. Blue Butterfly opened her eyes wide, covered her mouth with her hand, and let out a heart-rending laugh.
She jumped out of the counter and said, "You want to find information about Pluto in the North Sea, right? Wait a minute, I will get it for you right now!"
Watching her dancing towards a bookshelf inside, Ren was speechless and couldn't help but glance back.
Chris had no expression on his face, patted his shoulder and said:
"If she asks about the butcher, just answer as she wants. It doesn't matter if you lie to her. Don't tell the truth. Otherwise, you will have to find a way to hold down a crazy woman."
"so serious?"
"Well, last time Vice President Carragher answered that the butcher was not her husband, so she stabbed him with a knife."
"..."
Ren was speechless.
I'm afraid he's seriously ill.
No wonder she has peak fourth-level strength, but the Demon Hunter Association arranged for her to be a librarian. It turns out that this woman is already crazy, and she will kill anyone who says the butcher is not her husband.
A quarter of an hour later.
Mrs. Blue Butterfly brought over a large box, which contained a lot of information about Pluto and the North Sea Islands.
"Earl Conor, this is the information you want. Some important documents cannot be taken out. It is best to read them here."
Ren nodded, sat down at the long table next to him, and picked up a book.
"Leno's Expedition" is a classic epic that records the story during the "Hundred Years of Holy War" in the Fourth Age.
The protagonist of the epic - Renault Cavendish, a [Berserker] profession, is one of the generals under Pluto in the North Sea.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click the next page to continue reading the exciting content! He once participated in the heroic expedition organized by the Holy Alliance, and finally died in the Western Wilderness of the mainland, and was killed by the Nightmare Lord of the Blood Tribe.
Pluto is a bit special. He is a Sanren. He was born in a very remote North Sea Islands. He is also low-key. Although he is one of the three supreme kings, there is very little information about him.
There is no epic poem or relatively reliable biography about Pluto on the Saigon continent, and "Reynold's Expedition" is already the most relevant document.
Renn began to look through the information.
As a king-level powerhouse, his memory is astonishing, and he can never forget a single glance or ten lines. In just two or three hours, he read through all the books and documents in the box.
But the harvest can only be said to be very few.
The most valuable thing is a detailed map of the North Sea Islands.
Information such as the cause of Pluto's death, traces of his later years, whether he tried to become a god, and his possible burial place are completely blank.
Except for some paintings, there is not even a clear picture of Pluto's face.
Although there were no cameras at that time, image data could be easily preserved using magic techniques such as "rubbing" and "photography".
During this period, Chris left for a trip. When he came back, he asked:
"Ok?"
"Not the information I want."
Ren shook his head, stretched out his fingers, and recited the incantation. The star force at his fingertips was converted into spell energy, sweeping across the map of the North Sea Islands like a blue light curtain, and then brushed another white paper on the table.
Whoosh!
The light curtain swept across, a rune array flickered faintly, and a map pattern was quickly imprinted on the white paper.
"Print", a first-level spell.
Although Renn is not a mage, as a magician with title qualifications in the moon world, he can still cast some low-level spells easily.
Chris and Mrs. Blue Butterfly glanced at Earl Connoll in surprise.
Theoretically speaking, warriors can also cast spells. As long as they convert the force in their bodies into spell energy first, recite the incantation correctly, and steadily export the spell energy in the form of a rune array...
But there are not many extraordinary people who can really do this.
There are specialties in the arts, and most demon hunters would have trouble casting the lighting spell.
Renn put away the copied map and some documents and said:
"Is this all the information about Pluto?"
"Well, that's all."
Mrs. Landie spread her hands and added, "If you are looking for information about the Storm God or the Barbarian King of the Western Wilderness, I can easily find a dozen boxes, but Pluto is a weird thing, and there are very few records about him.
I don’t think the contents in this box are very reliable, most of them are false and contain errors and omissions. These are the president’s actual words.”
Hearing this, Ren had a headache.
With this bit of information, going to Pluto's tomb to find out whether Pluto became a god is like looking for a needle in a haystack.
I searched for the Demon King's clone for a month, but found nothing.
Chris hesitated for a moment and said: "There is also a special reference room upstairs, maybe there is something else."
Mrs. Lan Die looked surprised and said: "Hey, only past presidents, vice presidents, or top king-level demon hunters are eligible to enter!"
"I think he has the qualifications."
"..."
It seems so.
The middle saint is at the top of his game, and he is in charge of a famous spear. He is almost equal to a king.
Mrs. Landie stopped talking, it was none of her business anyway.
Chris took Ren upstairs, turned a few corners, and came to the end of a corridor.
The light here is dim, and there is a room with two dusty old copper doors slightly open, and the musty air comes from inside.
"right here."
"Is it okay to just go in like this?"
Renn looked at the copper door with a half-meter-wide gap open and glanced back.
"I'll be responsible if something goes wrong."
Chris's baby face was still expressionless, "There is an old man in there, a little weird, don't pay attention to some of his words."
Ren nodded, reached out and pushed the copper door, and found that it seemed to be stuck. If he pushed hard, the wall would collapse, so he had to squeeze in sideways.
The room was not big, there were no windows, there were only a few candles lit on the table, the view was dim, the rows of iron bookshelves were like neat tombstones, and the air was filled with the smell of alcohol and low-quality tobacco.
"Cough cough... cough cough..."
Intermittent coughing sounds came from behind a desk.
It was an old man with disheveled gray hair, a face full of wrinkles, and a stooped figure. He had a walnut pipe in his mouth and was puffing away smoke.
Seeing this old man, Ren's pupils shrank slightly, feeling a hint of danger.
Moreover, there is a familiar aura, a dark aura that swallows everything like an abyss.
"Today's young people are really amazing. They have become kings in their early twenties. Where can we put the shame of bad old men like us?"
The old man raised his head, glanced at Ren who came in, and then sighed.
Ren's heart moved, he strode over and said:
"Senior, that's ridiculous. I'm still one step away from breaking through the sky."
The old man shook his head, took two puffs from his pipe, slowly exhaled the smoke, and said:
"I'm not blind yet. Young man, with your strength and the famous gun in hand, I don't think you need to hide anything. If you want to deceive people, just pretend I didn't say anything."
"Senior, who are you?"
"A person who is about to die will no longer boast of his former courage."
"..."
Ren choked, without hesitation, and dropped a level of detection.
[Hein Manuel Pastore...Domain Level 36...Holy Body Level 30...]
Isn't this name the same as the previous president?
Renn looked surprised.
Hein, the previous president of the Demon Hunter Association, was nicknamed "The Night Watcher". It is said that he fell into the ancient mysterious realm more than 150 years ago and was killed by the Demon King.
Moreover, he should be a dual-route king.
The popes of the Church of Light, the presidents of the Demon Hunter Association, and the chairman of the Steam Alliance in the past were basically powerful kings with dual routes, but they were usually not as good as the Three Supreme Kings.
"Ahem...ahem, it seems you recognize me."
The old man coughed several times, very violently, as if he wanted to cough out his lungs. He put down his pipe and looked at the young man in front of him with a strange look, "You must have never seen me before."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Ren's face did not change and he said: "I feel the aura of the Demon Emperor in you."
"I see...cough...cough!"
President Hein suddenly realized and began to cough violently again, with wisps of gray mist escaping from his body.
This is the force of darkness, and it is the ultimate darkness that symbolizes the end of all things. Even a little bit of leaked breath will corrode the desk plated with holy silver into holes.
A silver light flashed in Ren's eyes.
This old president is wounded, not in his body, but in his soul.
He had already ignited the divine fire, and his soul was icy blue. It should have been as pure and flawless as blue flames, but at this moment, there was a terrifying black tide eroding his soul, constantly consuming each other with the divine fire.
Renn is no stranger to this black tide that corrupts all things. He once felt it in Princess Irene.
But the original dark aura on the old president's body is even more terrifying. It's not just pure force, but also a law of destruction.
This law of destruction was almost embedded in his soul, like a gangrene attached to his bones, corroding his soul and making it difficult to recover.
"It's funny."
President Hein stopped coughing and seemed to have noticed Ren's peek just now. He was not angry and sighed, "154 years ago, in the ancient mysterious realm, I was defeated miserably by the Demon King. The holy body was completely shattered and my soul was also destroyed.
Almost swallowed...
If it weren't for Elder Anion, I would be dead."
Renn looked a little surprised.
No wonder the old president’s holy body is only level 30, he must have changed his physical body.
"How strong is the Demon King?"
"I don't know. Anyway, I am no match at all." President Hein shook his head, his old face full of frustration and dejection.
Obviously, he was severely hit by that battle, and he can't even catch his breath now.
"President, what was your strength back then?"
"The soul body (realm) has barely ignited the divine fire, but the holy body is still a little short of that."
Is the domain level 36 and the holy body around level 32?
This strength is very strong, but it is still far behind compared to the Three Supreme Kings.
Ren was a little curious and said: "Then how did you know that I had broken through to the king's realm?"
The old man glanced at him and said calmly: "Your disguise is fine, but when you get close, I feel a little dangerous.
When two kings meet, unless there is a very special means, there is no way to hide it."
Renn: "..."
That's it.
It seems that there is no need to deliberately hide the matter of breaking through to the king's realm, as it has no meaning.
Of course, the old president only knew that Ren was already a king-level powerhouse, but he didn't know exactly what level he was at.
Kings are also divided into three, six or nine levels.
A low-ranking king and a top king are two different things.
Even if Ren tells the world that he has made a breakthrough, others will think that he is a low-end king. This level of strength cannot scare the enemies who are eagerly watching.
"You want to find information about Hades?"
President Hein glanced at the young man, thought for a moment, walked to an iron bookshelf, took out a flat black box, and opened it directly.
Originally the information here was not open to the public.
But king-level powerful people naturally have privileges.
Earl Connoll is not an outsider. Although he is not a direct descendant trained by the Witcher Association headquarters, he is also a formal member of the association.
Inside the black box were some crumpled papers, which seemed to be diaries, as well as several pictures and a incomplete seabed map.
"There is too little information about Pluto. These were recorded by some of his followers and are highly reliable." President Hein said.
Ren looked through these things and was surprised.
"...Reynold was killed by the Nightmare Lord. Everyone was very angry and prepared to go to the vampires to cause trouble, but the Nightmare Witch stopped us and told us to calm down, saying that Lord Pluto had already rushed over."
"As expected of Lord Pluto, he shattered the Holy Body of the Nightmare Lord with one move. Unfortunately, the success fell short due to the interference of Barbaro, the ancestor of the blood race..."
…
"The Demon Emperor asked Lord Pluto to meet in Secret Realm No. 1. I thought it was a conspiracy and tried my best to stop it, but Lord Pluto went anyway."
"Lord Pluto is back. Oh my God, I have never seen him injured so badly. He is covered in blood, both his and the Demon Emperor's..."
"...That ambitious man Louis wants to become a god. No, I have to persuade Mr. Pluto not to let him succeed, otherwise the church will be dominated by one family."
"Louis actually failed and was completely destroyed physically and mentally. It's unbelievable... Master Pluto said that he felt that there were problems with the first and second paths and they would not work.
But if you don’t take these two paths, how can you become a god?”
"Today, Master Pluto suddenly said that he is leaving to fight a powerful enemy in the outer world. If he wins, he may be able to become a god."
…
"I am getting old too, and I will probably die soon. A few days ago, I heard that Lord Pluto returned to the North Sea Islands and buried himself in the deep sea. The three kings have passed away, and our era has come to an end... I feel
It’s very sad that even a man as experienced as him can’t live forever?”
………
This information comes from several of Pluto's confidants. Each diary is very incomplete, and the time and events are all very confusing.
Even so, Renne has gained a lot.
"President, do you know anything else?"
"It's basically all here."
President Hein hesitated for a moment, frowned and said, "That's all I know, but that time in the ancient mysterious realm, the Demon King mentioned Hades."
Renn looked curious and said, "What did he say?"
"He suspected that the father of the Nightmare Lord, Barbaro, the ancestor of the blood clan, did not die in the Abyss of the Sky, but was defeated and imprisoned by Hades to try a way to become a god."
