"I have taught you everything I can teach you."
The old man sat against the wall in the shadows, and the setting sun filtered in through the window grille, only illuminating half of his chin.
Compared with yesterday, the old man's hoarse voice was much weaker: "Now... how much do you remember?"
Wei Meifeng Goose, who was squatting in the opposite cell, replied respectfully: "I remember everything, and I haven't forgotten everything."
"… Ah."
The old man sneered in a low voice: "At least half of what you said is a lie."
His deep and hoarse voice was full of unconcealable death.
Ever since the old man's bowl was smashed, Delicious Wind Goose has never seen him say a word in front of the "jailor" who delivered the food.
After the Delicious Wind Goose was imprisoned in the dungeon, at least three meals a day were enough. But the old man opposite... the jailer never gave him a sip of food or water, which made his voice weaker.
Rather, being able to live for so long is already the limit.
Because of being watched while eating, Delicious Wind Goose could not leave much food for the old man. He could only secretly hide an apple every meal and throw it to the old man after the jailer left.
Nothing to do with interests.
The delicious wind goose is simply unbearable, I can eat all I can eat, but the other person, especially my teacher, has no food and no water.
Perhaps it is for this reason that the old man will teach the knowledge of the Delicious Wind Goose Ritual Master...
He obviously didn't like the stupidity of the delicious wind goose.
But the delicious wind goose also knew in his heart that what the old man said was true.
Half of the words of Delicious Wind Goose are lies
The old man granted him a total of twenty-six ceremonies of different sizes and scales, as well as a lot of mysterious knowledge. Except for a few ceremonies that are relatively simple, the remaining ceremonies are quite complicated.
If you are a player with scientific research experience in reality, you may understand it better.
Delicious Wind Goose feels about these rituals, a bit like the physical and chemical experiments in high school and college. I clearly wrote down the text about the experimental steps in the textbook, but when I did it myself, there were always wonderful problems, and I couldn’t completely replicate it. .
And what's more fucked up than in the textbook is that he can't even see a picture.
The ritual array drawn on the ground would take an average of 40 minutes for the old man to erase and redraw before ghosts can remember it.
Fortunately, he has a screenshot function...
Yes, Delicious Wind Goose directly saved the steps of the ceremony, all steps and screenshots.
At that time, I will compare it myself and do it step by step.
Moreover, these knowledge about rituals seem to be judged as "mysterious knowledge" by the system. This made Delicious Wind Goose send this knowledge to the forum, the system suddenly reminded him that the weekly task of "Secret Eye" had been completed.
As long as you submit this knowledge to the database of the Hidden Eye, you can get a lot of experience.
Delicious Wind Goose agreed immediately.
These ceremonies are divided into different levels according to difficulty and importance. After the player upgrades the prestige level in the "Secret Eye" camp to the corresponding level, he can use keywords to look up all the knowledge and information in this level at any time.
It is much faster than querying one by one by yourself.
And as a price... the pictures and content here cannot be released through forum channels.
Of course, you can still memorize, copy and trade offline, but that would mean spending your time learning this thoroughly and then teaching others. And if you master it yourself, you can teach it to others directly even in the foggy continent.
Still can't record it on paper.
This is one of the core laws of this world.
There is power in knowledge...Mysterious knowledge cannot be recorded by ordinary people with ordinary words and ordinary paper. If it is written on paper, the paper will spontaneously combust; if it is written on a wooden sign, the wood will rot.
Because power also means "curse".
Mortal things cannot bear this level of curse.
For example, at the moment when the old man used the fragments of the bowl to draw a magic circle on the ground. The temperature in the cell dropped significantly. There are also some magic circles that will freeze the surrounding land, and some magic circles that will cause the ground to ooze blood...
There is no doubt that the old man does not have any supernatural abilities. But just knowledge itself being "completely fixed" is enough to change reality.
Delicious Wind Goose was very forceful from the very beginning... It was impossible for him to remember and understand this knowledge. To take a step back, as long as it can be used, it is fine.
But never expected, as a knowledge uploader. Not only did he gain a lot of rich experience, but he also allowed himself to use the uploaded knowledge at any time, which basically meant that he had already learned it.
Although it is still not possible to master the use of it.
"... That's all."
After the silence, the old man sighed in a low voice.
Reluctantly, he wrote something on the ground with the fragments of the bowl.
Delicious Wind Goose Although I can't see what it is at all. But he was keenly aware that the ground beneath him seemed to be trembling slightly.
Soon, the ground in front of the old man suddenly squirmed.
Like a living thing, it returned to its original appearance.
No scratches, frost marks, scorches left.
That's just a few lines of text...
… in other words.
If the old man wanted to, he could use his knowledge to escape.
Leaving aside, there are some rituals that cannot be taught in this situation at all... The old man has never given the delicious wind goose just this simple ritual of ordering the earth to erase traces.
He must have hidden more powers.
Delicious Wind Goose couldn't help asking: "Since you have the strength...why didn't you escape?"
"Why do you want to escape?"
the old man asked back.
Delicious Wind Goose was stunned.
He didn't know how to answer for a while.
Seeing this, the old man laughed out loud.
It wasn't the previous sneer, but a kind and gentle chuckle like the grandfather downstairs: "You are a good boy...but you are too stupid.
"You learn whatever I teach you. Aren't you afraid that the knowledge I give you is poisonous?"
"... knowledge can be poisonous?"
"That's natural."
The old man calmly replied: "Some knowledge just written on the stone tablet is powerful enough to destroy a city; the secret biography I wrote on the ground can even control the earth. Why do you think... your brain is stronger than a rock?" Hard; is your body thicker than the earth
"Forget it, I won't scare you. In the knowledge I gave you, there is indeed no poisonous one."
The old man said, raising his head slightly.
The light originally shone on his chin, but now it just hit his skinny Adam's apple. As he spoke, the sharp Adam's apple slid up and down: "My life span is over.
"Some grand rituals always consume lifespan, and lifespan is the best fuel."
The old man replied calmly: "You will have such a day too."
Delicious Wind Goose couldn't help but ask, "What the hell are you in prison for...?"
"What's up?"
The old man sneered nonchalantly, and replied in a low voice, "Everything."
He obviously didn't intend to continue answering the question.
A moment of silence fell over the small, dark dungeon.
The one who finally broke the silence was not Tasty Wind Goose or any of the old people.
At this moment, the sound of turning a huge black iron key came.
From the outside to the inside, the three doors are opened by different keys.
Klaus Cass held a bunch of keys in his right hand, and his long sword with a silver scabbard pinned to his waist.
"Have you considered?"
He stopped at the door and looked at the delicious wind goose, and asked directly at the first sentence: "Did you enjoy the three days and two nights in the same room with the dead?"
... dead
Delicious Wind Goose was taken aback.
He suddenly looked up at the cell opposite him
What I saw sitting against the wall was the corpse of an old man who had begun to rot. Next to the broken bowl, five apples with different degrees of rot were built into a small pyramid and placed safely in the corner.
The brilliance of the setting sun sprinkled on him.
... Then, what did I see and hear before