Ms. Klemieva, who was originally in shock, calmed down after seeing the principal, who was usually elusive.
Everyone knows that the most powerful person in the entire Miskatonic University is the president, and when the president says it's okay, then it must be okay.
This is a complete and utter conviction of the principal's strength and almost infinite wisdom.
"I'm going to play with that kid for a while."
The principal said this with a smile, then disappeared into smoke.
In the next second, the principal appeared in the hall of the library.
He concealed his breath and slowly approached Joet Brown's back, intending to reach out and poke Joet Brown's face from behind.
Keeping the heart of a naughty boy has been the principal's bad taste for many years.
But just as the principal's fingers were about to touch Joet Brown, he fell back.
I don’t know if it was accidental or intentional, but Jobtran fell down and perfectly avoided the principal’s poke.
"Hey, this guy is really interesting."
The principal thought to himself, and immediately took a few steps back to get out of Joe Butran's sight.
Joet Brown lay on the ground, yawned out of boredom, and crossed his legs like a gangster, with his toes dangling.
"Since you're here, why don't you come out?"
Joe Butron closed his eyes and spoke softly.
"Oh? You knew I was coming?"
Upon hearing this, the principal simply appeared with a smile on his face.
"No, I don't mean you, I mean the door."
Joet Brown swung his legs in boredom.
"Thank you for your gift, old man, but I don't have to pay for the crystal ball, right?"
“You don’t have to pay, but you have to tell me how you knew I was coming
How do you know who I am
I am very confident in my breath-holding skills."
The principal crossed his arms and placed them on his chest.
Jobtran pointed his finger at the crystal ball fragments on the ground.
“Your breath-holding technique is indeed perfect, but you did not conceal your own presence.
I could see it clearly from the reflection of the crystal ball fragments, so I knew you were coming.
I see everything you do."
"Then how do you know the gift is from me?"
The principal narrowed his eyes, with a faint smile on his face.
"First of all, we are in the most heavily guarded library at Miskatonic University. Everything here must be worth a lot of money. You came here as you said, and you even gave us a waiver.
This means you have more authority than anyone I've come into contact with so far.
Something went wrong here, and you rushed to the scene at the first moment, which means that you may have anticipated that I would appear here and have been prepared for problems.
Under this premise, you must be someone who knows that I own this badge.
Not many people know the special nature of this badge. Except for the library guard and Professor Bolt today, other people did not react very obviously to this badge.
The most likely scenario is that you are the one giving the gift.
The identity of the person who can give away the leaves of the World Tree and this badge is self-evident, right, Principal?"
A confident smile appeared on Joet Brown's lips. He opened his eyes and sat up from the ground.
He crossed his legs and looked at the principal with admiration with his scarlet eyes.
"You little brat, you know I'm the principal and you still call me old man?"
The principal reached out and smoothed the long beard on his chin, and rolled his eyes mischievously.
"So, are you an old man?"
Joet Brown tilted his head helplessly and spread his hands.
"Okay, an old man is an old man.
Do you know why you can't get in?"
The principal simply crossed his legs and sat on the ground.
"I don't know, but I guess it's because I haven't finished the test yet?"
Joet Brown stated his hypothesis.
“No, no, no, all of you who took the test will be counted as failures.
Do you want to think about it again? "
The principal stretched out his index finger and shook it twice, with a playful expression on his face.
"There's a prize for guessing correctly."
“Columbia and I were in the same batch of test participants, and he was able to get in, but I couldn’t.
Hmm? This is quite interesting.
But now that you've reminded me, it's meaningless.
It’s a question of sanity, right?”
Joet Brown took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth.
"Do you want to smoke?"
The principal put his hands on his waist, looking scowling.
"This is part of the library after all, why are you smoking?"
"Oh, I would have forgotten if you hadn't told me."
Joet Brown half-heartedly placed the cigarette between his ears.
"Then you can tell me now, is it a question of sanity?"
"What does sanity mean to you?"
“A quantifiable parameter that I have never heard of, but judging from the literal meaning, it should be the stability of the mind.
The lower the sanity value of a person, the more likely they are to be stimulated by the mysterious side and go crazy;
On the contrary, people with higher Rationality have a higher ability to accept than ordinary people.
Under the current assumption, when the sanity value reaches a certain peak, maybe there is the potential to become a god?"
While gently touching the crescent-shaped black ring on his hand, Joet Brown cast a tentative look at the principal with deep meaning.
The principal remained silent after hearing this. After a while, he sighed softly.
"You are really smart, just like me when I was young."
"What's the use of being smart? In the face of absolute power, I was still crushed."
Joe Butran covered his left cheek in self-mockery and took a deep breath.
He still remembered that the Moon Goddess was in front of him, but he could not move at all.
Boundless fear, endless darkness, engulfing myself with wave after wave.
“You can desire power, but you cannot be controlled by power.
Remember what I said, or next time, no one will be able to save you."
The principal looked at the suffering Choate Brown and gave a warning:
“Your guess is correct, but the strength of a person’s soul is what determines the level of their sanity.
The soul is the basis that determines whether a person can possess more power.
Your friend, Columbia, has a very pure and simple soul.
The crystal ball and the sorting box can see through him, but you are too complicated.
You don't have to tell me, think about it yourself.
How many mysterious things have you been exposed to without realizing it since you were born?"
“There are too many to count, and the nature of the Bureau’s work is dealing with the mysterious side.
This is my job, so I have to deal with things that people wouldn’t normally think of dealing with.”
Joet Brown answered frankly.
“You know what happens to your soul during your work experience
Every time you face and conquer fear, your soul will be elevated.
By now, the strength of your soul has surpassed the upper limit that the crystal ball can detect - the threshold of 10,000 sanity points.
Generally, mysterious things can only increase your sanity by a dozen points at best.
But you must have come into contact with higher beings more than once and survived."
Joet Brown smiled bitterly after hearing this.
“Yes, there are quite a lot of them. They should all be famous names in the Book of the Dead.
The Moon God Kongs is not even on the same level."
When the principal heard this, he was obviously stunned.
Except for those inferior servant races, those beings who can leave their names in the Book of the Dead must be powerful creatures that can easily slaughter hundreds of people, not to mention the Old Ones and even the Outer Gods above the Old Ones.
"Don't think too much. Just do your duty as a student and as a human being."
The principal took off a ring from his finger and threw it over casually.
“I keep my word.
I give it to you. "
Joet Brown took the ring with both hands.
It looks like an extremely ordinary wooden ring, but its shape is very unique.
In the hands of craftsmen, agarwood is transformed into something magical, a crown of thorns.
I put the wooden ring on casually, and the agarwood material gave off a cool breeze from time to time, which lifted my previously depressed mood.
"Thanks, but how can I go in and have a look around and read some books?"
Joe Butran spread his hands and stood up.
"Haha, anyway, I haven't been here for quite some time.
I will just walk with you for a while."
The principal pulled out a walnut cane from somewhere, held it in his right hand and gestured at the pile of crystal ball fragments.
All the fragments rose from the ground and were put back together.
"combine."
The headmaster hummed softly, and then a beam of white light shot out from the tip of his cane and hit the crystal ball directly. It then spread out and surrounded all the fragments, restoring them to their original state.
"Give me your ID card."
The principal opened the palm of his left hand toward Joet Brown.
Jobutran handed over the ID card. The principal poked Jobutran's ID card a few times with his cane and then stuffed it into the groove of the stone platform.
"It won't explode this time, will it?"
Jobtran looked at the principal suspiciously.
"Bah, who am I? How can I be a principal if I can't even handle this?"
"Okay, okay, okay. The principal is the best of all time."
The principal glared at Joet Brown and tapped the crystal ball.
The crystal ball glowed with light, and a projection appeared in front of Joet Brown as he wished.
“Joette Brown, welcome to the Miskatonic University Library.
According to your authority, you can enter the first to ninth areas for exploration for thirty minutes.
Please pull out your ID card and then pay attention to the countdown time on the ID card.
Once you enter the selected area, a countdown will begin.
If you remain in the library during the countdown time, you will be treated as an intruder.
I wish you a pleasant reading. ”
Nine passages then appeared on the walls of the hall, corresponding to numbers one to nine.
"Choose, what are you standing there for?"
The principal urged.
"I want to see the original copy of the Necronomicon, not a manuscript.
In which area
Jobtran did not take any action, but instead asked the principal a sharp question.
"You little brat, you come up with such a harsh request
You don't take me seriously anymore?"
The principal stroked his beard and gave Joe Butran a cold look.
"The card is pulled out, follow me."
When the ID card was pulled out, the nine passages disappeared.
The principal used his cane to gently draw a mark on the surface of the crystal ball that was very familiar to Joet Brown. It was the mark of the old gods.
The five-pointed star contained a mark that looked like an eyeball, and then the ground in the entire hall began to shake.
Suddenly, cracks appeared on the solid ground, and then a dazzling light appeared in the cracks.
It turned out that the patterns of these gaps were a large seal of an old god, and in the open space in the middle of the seal, the space twisted and a door appeared out of thin air.
"After you go in, don't touch anything."
The principal said something mysteriously and stepped into the door first.
Joet Brown then stepped through, and the door disappeared.
All the patterns on the floor of the entire hall disappeared, as if they had never existed.
“Welcome to Area 10.
Young man, there are only three books here, one of which is the original book of the dead that you want to see."
The principal's voice echoed in the room.
This room, known as the tenth area, is even larger and more spacious than the previous hall.
If some green plants were planted on the ground, it would look like a plain.
"Where's the book?"
Jobtran asked in astonishment.
"At your feet."
The principal said this with a smile, and then various ancient characters gradually appeared on the blank ground.
Just one look and I felt a strong sense of dizziness.
"What kind of book is this?!"
Joe Butler staggered and almost fell to the ground. If the principal had not reached out his hand in time to support Joe Butler, he would have fallen to the ground.
“The Key of Solomon.
It records the summoning methods of the seventy-two demon gods and the many demons under them.
This is the book with the lowest Sanity requirement in our tenth area, while the Book of the Dead has the highest Sanity requirement.
Do you still want to go and see it now?"
The principal tapped meaningfully in the air, and the door opened again.
He pulled Joet Brown out of the tenth area and summoned all nine passages again.
“Area 5, this is where I suggest you go.
There is a manuscript of the Necronomicon that may answer the questions that are troubling you."
Then the principal waved his cane lightly, and the remaining eight passages disappeared one after another.
"Why? Now you don't dare to go?"
The principal asked, looking at Joet Brown who was slow to act.
“I was thinking about a question, and when I knew the answer, I couldn’t tell anyone in any way.
So what is the value of knowing this answer?"
Joe Butran said in a tangled tone.
“Dreamers always dream the most beautiful dreams in the world, while doers will build everything in their dreams with their own hands.
That's what the answer means.
When you understand the truth, you can show your answer to the world in your own way.
Perhaps behind the truth is a cruel dilemma, but the greatest wealth of mankind since ancient times is the courage to conquer everything.
Go ahead and find the answers you want.
I'll wait here for you to come out."