The subsequent collaborative conversation continued in a harmonious atmosphere, and Richard and the black-faced old man reached a lot of consensus.
Finally, when the conversation came to an end, the old man reached out from his arms and took out a small cloth bag and placed it on the table.
"What is this?" Richard asked.
"Open it and take a look." The black-faced old man said.
Without hesitation, Richard picked up the bag, opened it, and took out the contents. He saw inside was a piece of paper and a small glass tube of ink.
The paper and ink are both ordinary.
The first is paper, not the common papyrus or parchment, but more like a kind of white silk. The color is snow-white, the touch is smooth, soft, and has a certain elasticity, almost making people suspect that it is human skin. But the strange lines on the surface clearly prove that this is not human skin, but a more mysterious creation.
The ink is dark gray, mixed with some colorful light spots, which reminds people of the endless night sky and the stars dotting it.
The black-faced old man explained: "The paper you got is called star pattern paper, and the ink is called starry sky ink. They are both extremely precious magic props, and the combination of the two can play a special role.
To explain it simply, you use starry sky ink to write words on the star pattern paper, and soon I can see the words you wrote on the corresponding star pattern paper in my hand - exactly the same, there will be no difference. Any mistakes.
I write words on the star pattern paper in my hand, and it will also appear on your star pattern paper. Moreover, the handwriting will disappear automatically after a while. As long as there is enough starry sky ink, it can be written repeatedly. From now on, we will use this method to communicate. "
After hearing the black-faced old man's explanation, Richard's eyes couldn't help but light up, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart: Isn't this the Wizarding World's version of a fax machine
This is much better than the communication method of the undead wizard Xander. After all, Xander's communication method requires one finger as the price. After all, Xander could only communicate in the same way ten times.
Well, if your toes are okay, you can double the number to twenty times.
But no matter what, the communication method of star pattern paper is far stronger than Xander's finger bones.
The black-faced old man looked at Richard without speaking for a long time, then asked aloud: "What, what are you thinking about?"
Richard came back to his senses and said: "It's nothing, I'm just thinking about the working mechanism of the star pattern paper you gave me. As you said, write the words on one piece of paper, and after a while, you write on the other piece of paper You will see the same text, which obviously involves a process of information transmission.
And there is a transmission process, which means that it can be intercepted and cracked in some way, so if the method used is correct, maybe when you see me writing the text, other people can also see it. "
The dark-faced old man moved his eyebrows, thought seriously for a while, and said: "Your perspective on the problem is really unique. No one has thought of this possibility before you. I don't deny it, you said It makes sense, but it is not easy to crack the star pattern paper, otherwise the star pattern paper and starry sky ink would not be so precious. At least for now, you should not worry too much about leaks. "
"Okay." Richard agreed. He said this, but secretly made a note in his heart: On the progress chart of cracking the spell system, we need to add the communication spell. Try to analyze it in your free time. Maybe There were quite a few discoveries.
At this time, the black-faced old man said: "Okay, we are here. Everything has been negotiated, and the only thing left is how to implement it.
I will make some adjustments to the disguised identity you want based on the information you have provided so far, and have the information delivered to you in a few days. I guarantee that as long as you don't take the initiative to expose it, others will not find out your details.
In this way, you can smoothly sneak into the truth society, understand their information, and then use the star pattern paper to tell me and continue to cooperate with me for a long time. "
"Okay, then I'll take my leave." Richard said.
"Slow down, I won't send you off." The black-faced old man said.
Richard nodded lightly to say goodbye, turned around, and walked out of the door with Bobo Bo Vicki.
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Watching Richard and Bobo Bo Vicki leave, the black-faced old man lowered his head and ate the soft pieces of bread with a fork with a broken tooth.
"Bah, bah, bah..."
While he was eating, the door creaked and a man walked in. He was the guard of the old man with a black face.
The guards with the terrifying power of a fourth-level wizard stayed around the hut to prevent Richard from harming the old man, but in the end nothing happened, which made him relieved.
At this time, the guard walked into the hut, glanced at the old man, and asked aloud: "Sir, how was your conversation with those two people?"
"It went very smoothly, very good." The old man said, "They are better than I thought. Although I don't regard them as an important arrangement, they may give me some unexpected surprises."
After hearing this, the guard asked with concern: "In this case, the matter is finished, can we go back to the north?"
"Almost." The old man nodded and said while eating soft pieces of bread. "According to what was finalized during the conversation, we still need to disguise the identities of those two people. But I don't need to do it myself. Just let the others do it. They We will do better, and we can go back. Um, by the way, on the way back, I want to stop by the volcanic city to have a look, is that okay?"
After hearing what the old man said, the guard's face changed slightly, and he asked tentatively: "Is this the small town called Pompeii that your Excellency is talking about?"
"Yes, it's 'Pompeo'." The black-faced old man nodded, "I heard that that is the core of the Truth Society in the Southern Free Federation. I want to see what it looks like."
The guard's expression became solemn, and he said seriously to the black-faced old man: "Sir, that is indeed the core of the opponent. I am not afraid, but I am responsible for your safety, so I must say that it is too dangerous to go there. I hope you will Change this focus and go back directly to the north."
"So serious?" The black-faced old man frowned and couldn't help but give way. "How about I don't go into the city, but just take a look outside from a distance, and treat it as just passing by?"
"This..." The guard hesitated, looked at the black-faced old man for a while, and said: "Okay then, I will accompany the old man and pass by Pompeii. It would be best if nothing happens. If there is an accident, If so, I hope you will listen to my arrangements."
"Don't worry, I'm not a confused old man." The black-faced old man said with a smile, and ate the soft pieces of bread again. After eating for a while, he invited the guard, "By the way, you haven't eaten yet, do you want it?" Want some?"
The guard was stunned, glanced at the extremely fluffy bread, and subconsciously shook his head: "I'd better forget it, sir."
"Okay then." The old man shook his head in disappointment and said, "I almost forgot that when you reach your level of strength, you don't need to eat at all."