Follow Joseph into the basement.
Annan finally saw the books that Joseph had kept so well.
Unlike that sledgehammer.
These books are placed very carefully in metal boxes one by one, and each box contains only one book.
There are a total of sixteen boxes of different sizes and colors. The commonality is that the top of each box is inlaid with a small blue gemstone.
"This gemstone is used for dust removal. I have made a simple modification to it, and it can continuously keep the box dry and clean, and remove insects and ants."
Joseph noticed Annan's eyes, so he explained carefully: "After I divorced Clara, I didn't take too many things with me. I just took these sixteen books away..."
As he spoke, he stroked the boxes lightly.
His expression is a little complicated.
Until now, Annan finally saw a trace of loneliness belonging to the old man from his expression.
So Annan did not disturb his memory.
He just held a hammer that was as tall as himself with both hands, and stood obediently and silently by the side.
After a while, Joseph suddenly came back to his senses.
"Sorry, my lord. It worked for you."
"No, there is no such thing."
Annan smiled gently: "This is probably life."
He was a little... envious.
But even Annan himself didn't know what he was envious of.
Joseph just smiled and said nothing.
He opened the boxes one by one to confirm the contents inside. Then quickly close again.
At last he took out six boxes, and found a bag to put them together.
"They are all unique and very precious. I can't let them get destroyed or lost in my hands, so I have been caring for them all these years."
He explained carefully: "Your lord, you can come back and ask me for other books after you have finished reading those six books. The remaining ones are of no use until you advance to Silver.
"As we always say, 'hidden things are poisonous'. The reason I didn't leave them to Clara... is also because Clara has no talent as a wizard. She looks directly at the knowledge, the soul It is unbearable.
"For example, what I told you before, about the history of that person. It is contained in these six books, and even records the real name of that person... But this knowledge can only be obtained through this book.
"After all, whether it is a true god or a false god, as long as the soul is promoted to a god, their names cannot be spoken."
Joseph whispered.
Annan nodded.
He also knows this.
Just the name of the god has mysterious power. Ordinary people would die instantly if they uttered it; but for extraordinary ones, their real name itself is a powerful and uncontrollable spell.
In addition to the names of gods, there are also some very profound rituals, secrets, etc., which cannot be uttered in human language.
But as long as you hear it once, you will always remember this knowledge... But as long as this knowledge is used—that is, "read out" once, you can't say it a second time unless you replenish this mystery.
Annan opened his eyes slightly: "You mean..."
"Yes, there is genuine mysterious knowledge in it."
Joseph nodded.
He opened the six boxes one by one and showed Annan:
"Comprehensive Research on the New God "Skeleton"", "Comprehensive Research on the New God "Rotting Man", "Black Widow's Spider Ceremony (January to March)", "Old Grandmother's Frost Ceremony" , "Entry-Level Encyclopedia of Imperial Orders and Spells", "How to Detect and Resist Curses of Unknown Sources".
"Among these four books, there is a certain degree of mysterious knowledge hidden, so they cannot be transcribed. The remaining two books are the first editions of the spell book and the very useful reference book, which are very valuable for collection... Lord Lord, after you read it , you can leave it as a favorite."
Joseph introduced Annan one by one.
Annan nodded repeatedly.
This is indeed a generous gift.
Of course, since Joseph took the initiative to give it, Annan would not hypocritically shirk it.
For example, "I can't do it, uncle can't do it", while silently opening my pockets... Annan has always disdained it.
Annan would only hold a sledgehammer, make a childish and well-behaved voice, and ask respectfully, politely, friendly and modestly:
"—Is there any more, Mr. Buckle?"
"Yes! Just wait a little longer—"
Joseph Buckle also nodded readily.
He opened the drawer beneath the books.
It was a wooden reel.
When you open it, you can see that there is a pair of pure white slender gloves that look like rubber.
Annan took it, and its attributes appeared in his eyes:
[Elf Hand]
[Type: Armor (Purple)]
[Description: Gloves made of elf skin, containing curses and resentment.]
[Effect: When clasping hands with ten fingers, you can guide two channeling spells at the same time]
[Price: You can't equip it continuously for more than one hour, otherwise the gloves will grow on your hands.]
[Description: It seems that there are other effects, but you can't see it for the time being (advanced Odd Objects failed the test)]
"This is a gift given to me by my mentor when I advanced to silver and graduated from the rig."
Joseph Buckle whispered nostalgicly: "But to me, it's useless. It's no more valuable than a bag of good flour..."
As he spoke, he looked at Annan.
"My extraordinary road is over, my lord. The rank of silver... There are many people in this world who can't even reach the silver or even the bronze rank in their lifetime. But on the extraordinary road, here is only For halfway."
There was no sarcasm, no expectation, no regret in Joseph's eyes.
Only calm and release.
He said softly: "The extraordinary road is the road of acceptance, the extraordinary road is the road of curse, the extraordinary road is the road of swearing. The extraordinary road is the road to exhaust the truth...
"—The road to transcendence is the road to becoming a god.
"I give up. But your journey is just beginning."
"I see."
Annan nodded slowly, his expression became serious: "I will remember today's conversation, Teacher Joseph."
Afterwards, the atmosphere fell into a strange silence.
The two stood in place. Annan could see that Joseph still had something to say, but he hesitated to speak.
Annan quickly understood what he meant.
So I thanked Mr. Joseph again, and reminded him in advance that some people might come to him for advice in the past two days. Get up with a sledgehammer and leave the bakery.
Annan's expression was a little complicated.
Although he told the players "Go out and get something" as an excuse...
But he didn't expect to get so many things.
Joseph almost forced these things to Annan.
This reminded Annan of when he was on Earth... When the seniors in online games wanted to afk, they also enthusiastically stuffed pieces of precious "inheritance" with memories to themselves.
Annan has always been reluctant to use up these things.
And his popularity is very good, he is very popular with seniors...
In the end, there will always be a large number of legacy left by the predecessors when they retired in Annan's warehouse. He kept these as collectibles and kept them well.
"...I didn't expect to meet such a situation in this world."
Annan sighed somewhat complicatedly.
He walked on the deserted streets with big bags and small bags, like a homeless man who left his hometown, or a child who ran away from home.
Suddenly, Annan felt a strange chill sweeping over his body...
When he passed an alley, his previous nervousness suddenly resurfaced.
Suddenly there was a jerk, the whole body became stiff, and the back was soaked in cold sweat in an instant——
But this time, Annan finally saw it.
What the hell was he staring at.
In that alley, stood a tall figure.
He appears to be approximately three meters tall.
Wearing a duke's robe, a sacred white crown on his head, a golden mask like a weeping human face, heavy white metal boots, and heavy white thick leather gloves on his hands, his whole body is almost completely covered by clothing.
But if you look closely... you will find that he is "too thin".
It's like, there are only bones under the clothes.