() Downton never expected that this code could reveal fonts and talk to him. He was so stunned that he subconsciously raised his head to observe other people in the carriage, fearing that they would discover him.
"Calm down!" Downton suppressed all mental activities, forcing himself to think about other things and divert his attention.
Only in this way can we be calm, otherwise we would have to shout out with joy.
Even so, it still alarmed the sensitive Robinson.
"What's wrong?" Robinson opened his eyelids and glanced at Downton and the code in his hand.
"Looks like he was bitten by a bug!" Downton resisted the action of putting away the code and pretended to be calm and scratched his neck, as if nothing happened.
Items with wisdom, at least perfect level magic equipment, if auctioned, the starting price would be at least one million gold coins.
Even if Downton is a fool, he still knows how precious this code is.
This is a precious magic tool that can turn a poor man into a millionaire overnight. If strangers in the carriage know about it, who can guarantee that they will not become greedy.
Downton had to be careful. Losing the code was a small matter, but being silenced and dumped in the wilderness was a big tragedy.
"Go to sleep quickly and recuperate your energy. Don't delay tomorrow's business!" Robinson warned and closed his eyes.
Fortunately, it was already late at night, and the people in the carriage were all sleepy and had no time to stare at him, otherwise the secret would definitely be revealed at such a close distance.
"Yeah!" Downton nodded. He wanted to put away the code, but he couldn't help it and wanted to find out.
It's like a person who knows that he has won a huge lottery ticket. If he doesn't confirm it, he will definitely feel restless.
"You actually have wisdom?"
Downton dipped in ink, hesitated, and wrote down the question.
There was no response from the code, but all the fonts Downton had written just now, as well as the answers on the page, all disappeared.
"Stay silent? Then I'm going to doodle randomly!" Downton shook his wrist, and a line of beautiful fonts appeared on the page.
"Nonsense, I am the ancient grimoire, the greatest encyclopedia, how could I not have wisdom!"
It was as if an invisible quill was dancing, and gorgeous words appeared on the page. The bright red ink left behind seemed to be burning like a crimson flame.
Although it is just a line of text, the aura of nobility and pride still overflows from the page and hits your face!
"What kind of font is this? It's so beautiful!" Downton praised sincerely, "Every word is art, like the inheritance of a civilization."
"Your taste is pretty good. This is the Netheril Demon Flame style, but it doesn't count. I know many styles, and I even dabble in calligraphy from the Eastern Continent."
As if to show off, every word in the second half of the sentence is in a style that Downton has never seen before, but they all have one characteristic, they are extremely gorgeous.
"Are you an esthete?" Downton had no expression on his face, but he was shocked in his heart.
The magical civilization of Netheril has been annihilated in the long river of history as early as the Dawn Era 100,000 years ago. Not to mention the ruins of the motherland, there are only a handful of documents left behind, and they are all preserved in the Plantagenet Dynasty.
In the Imperial Library, even ordinary Dukes have no chance to see him.
They are so precious that even a drop of ink on them is an irreparable loss.
"Huh!" The magic book used a word to express its disdain for Downton, "Common people, you are so rude!"
"Then what should I call you?" Downton couldn't help laughing. This book is really interesting.
"You can call me Lord Grimm, or Lord Homer. Oops, I told you not to write anymore!!!" Homer taught Downton a lesson and added a series of ellipses at the end of the sentence to express his strong dissatisfaction.
"Then how do I communicate with you?"
Downton asked, but Homer fell silent.
"Will writing in the grimoire hurt you?" After Downton wrote this sentence, he sighed and was about to end the conversation. He was not a person who forced others to make things difficult. No, he should force books to make things difficult.
"No, it will just get dirty!"
Poof, Downton almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.
"This is also called a reason? Are you lying to me? Those fonts can obviously disappear!"
The magic book was speechless, and after a few minutes, it revealed a sentence.
"Okay, you've seen through it, I just find it troublesome and don't want to talk!"
Downton's mouth twitched, the character of this grimoire was really unpredictable.
"Okay, I won't bother you anymore!" Downton wrote this sentence and was about to close the grimoire, thinking about the benefits it could bring to him.
It's a joke. Listen to the implication between the lines of this guy's words. At the very least, it is an item from the Nethalel era. It is really unjustifiable if it is not squeezed. Of course, Downton will not use any tricks, just an honest exchange.
"Wait, common people, do you hate me from your tone? Hum, as a noble, I can't lose my grace!" Homer wrote faster this time, "As an apology, I decided to give you a meditation method.
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"Thank you, no need!" Although he wanted it very much, Downton decided to refuse. Who knew whether the magic book was joking and playing on himself, so he replied, "You are not wrong, there is no need to apologize!"
"No, you, a commoner, are so generous. Doesn't it make me look stingy?" Homer was angry.
"Well, you can give it away!"
Downton was very curious about how magical the meditation method given by the grimoire, which even the Netherese civilization knew, would be!
"not now!"
"Are you kidding me?" Downton almost spat blood on the page, his face slightly gloomy.
"Common people, please pay attention to your tone. Master Homer has always kept his promises!" Grimoire felt that he was being slighted.
"real?"
"It's absolutely true. Hey, what's the matter with these question marks? Don't you believe it?" Homer got angry.
"Nobles should not lie!" Downton deliberately provoked the grimoire and told nonsense.
"Well, actually I only made a mistake once, yes, just once!" As if worried that Downton wouldn't believe it, Homer also typed an exclamation mark that covered the entire page to express his affirmation.
"Whatever, it has nothing to do with me anyway!" Downton hesitated to advance, preparing to find out Homer's character first.
"Common man, the vortex meditation method you are using now is good, and your qualifications are also very good. As long as the magic energy is enough, you can condense the soul seeds very quickly."
"That's the meditation method my sister gave me. It's very precious!" Downton's sister has outstanding qualifications and is one of the best in talent. She was competed by many tutors within half a year of enrolling.
The vortex meditation method was a greeting gift from her current mentor. She felt embarrassed if she didn't give something good to her apprentice.
"Hey, you common people who have never seen the world, I will give you the holy angel statue meditation method. Although it can only be used after you enter the soul level, it can increase the efficiency of absorbing magic energy by multiples."
"Sounds awesome!" Downton exclaimed, it seems that Homer still has some wealth.
"Humph, of course. How could the things given by Homer be garbage? Once you learn how to do it, you will know its value." Homer was so proud.
"Thank you in advance!" Downton suddenly thought of another question, "What is the identity of that traveling businessman?"
"A commoner!" The grimoire's answer was really full of Homer's style.
Downton nodded, not suspicious.
The life of a traveling merchant is to buy special items from one place and then sell them in another place. What he sells is the sense of novelty. Although he occasionally buys antiques and makes a lot of money, there are many times when he makes mistakes.
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"I'm going to bed. I'm so tired after writing this!" Homer wanted to end the topic.
"Wait a minute, can you help me extend my meditation time?" Downton almost forgot the most crucial question.
"inevitable!"
Homer's naturally bland answer made Downton very excited. He knew what this effect meant.
"Why hasn't anyone discovered this magical effect before?"
"Because those idiots can't appreciate the charm of the magic flame style. By the way, your handwriting is terrible!" The magic book has been sleeping, so all kinds of magical effects are banned. Downton's soul fluctuations during meditation have awakened it.
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"Sorry!" Downton was embarrassed and determined to practice calligraphy. It was really embarrassing to be despised by a book.
In fact, Downton's handwriting is pretty good, and it would blow most people away. But compared with the erudite Homer, he is terrible!
"I slept!"
After the grimoire showed three big characters, it closed itself without Downton having to do anything.
Downton looked at this oversized grimoire, put his palm on it, and stroked it gently. The black dirt seemed to look better.
"Nothing special!" Downton shook his head. The appearance of this grimoire was really terrible. If it were thrown on the road, no one would pick it up.
Downton didn't know that this was not the original form of the grimoire at all.
Homer actually sensed Downton's love for books, that he really liked reading, and that he might become a poet, so he answered. Otherwise, even if he broke the pages, the grimoire would ignore him.
Lord Homer, but he exudes a literary and artistic atmosphere and never communicates with rough people!
Downton glanced at the moonlight through the car window, and suppressed the idea of immediately meditating in a vortex. If Robinson and the others saw that he could meditate for a long time, they would definitely ask. If he was not careful, he might be in trouble.
Something will go wrong.
Downton took a deep breath, calmed down, put the grimoire into his backpack, leaned against the carriage, and began to rest. He was not a complacent person, he knew when and what to do!
When the first ray of sunshine in the morning shone into the carriage, everyone was woken up. Amidst the rough cawing noise of crows, everyone knew that Crow Ridge Cemetery had arrived!
Du Lun jumped out of the carriage and stretched out. The bumpy road made his limbs sore and numb.
"Is this Crow Ridge, where ghouls are rampant?"
Downton raised his eyes and looked up. What appeared in front of him was a piece of land that had turned into black soil, mixed with rotten bones, carrion, and some fat maggots squirming, which made people shudder.
"It stinks!" Tony pinched his nose. Although he hadn't entered Crow Ridge yet, the disgusting stench had already hit his nose and made him feel sick to his stomach.
Will couldn't hold it back, his face turned pale, he bent over and vomited acid water all over the floor.
"Half an hour for breakfast, then start work!" Robinson took out a map and looked at it, his eyes flashing with excitement, "Gold coins, here I come!"
