Author: Yan Youwu

What words? What words are these?!

Dante didn't bother to refute this "old acquaintance" with colored glasses. He walked into the house, said hello to Ivy on the sofa, and went straight to Old Tom's basement.

"Why do you like to work in such a dark and closed environment?"

Dante closed the door, turned around and asked with a smile.

"Because only in this environment can I swim in the paradise of knowledge more attentively."

Old Tom still wore a monocle and read a book with the help of candlelight that was not bright enough.

"The Secret of Lycania, the title sounds like a novel."

Dante has good eyesight and discovered that this was another book he had never heard of.

"Well, this book was probably published five or six hundred years ago. The author described the appearance of that era in detail in the form of a novel. It is a rare masterpiece in the Middle Ages."

"The naturalist is indeed worthy of his reputation." Dante complimented and inadvertently changed the topic to the direction he wanted to ask.

"Whenever I look through the books that have been handed down from ancient times, I always wonder how the ancients explored the mysteries of mysticism little by little, such as those wonderful formations."

"You can ask directly next time." Old Tom raised his eyes and exposed a certain man present without mercy.

"Ahem." Dante was choked and speechless for a moment, so he had to cough to cover up his embarrassment.

"The original source of the formation is said to be the mysterious symbols carved on the turtle shell. According to legend, it floated to the shore from the sea, was picked up by the fishermen living there, and sold to a merchant.

The merchant felt that these symbols could highlight the extraordinaryness of the tortoise shell, so he thought of a way to bring it to the market and not sell it no matter who came to inquire."

Old Tom paused and asked with a smile: "What do you think happened next?"

"It should be the trader's pretense of mystery that led to more and more people knowing about the mysterious tortoise shell, spreading it by word of mouth, and finally successfully selling it at a satisfactory price."

Dante replied confidently that he had heard similar stories before.

"No, the merchant is dead, and everyone in the market is dead."

What?! The unfolding of the story was too unexpected, and Dante was a little stunned.

"Is there someone who wants to kill someone to seize the treasure?"

After saying this, he shook his head and said,

"Then there's no need to kill everyone in the market."

Suddenly, he thought of an answer and looked at Old Tom.

"out of control!"

"out of control!"

The two spoke in unison and gave the same answer.

"You are right, it is out of control. Judging from the records, the mysterious symbol on the tortoise shell was not activated at the beginning. Maybe it was accidentally touched by the merchant or some other operation. In short, it was activated.

The strong, violent, and uncontrolled ether energy destroyed everyone present in an instant, and even the area that was originally prosperous and full of life has since been turned into a desert without any grass."

This is too much. Dante was speechless.

"This incident was recorded by a traveler in his travel diary. Later, his descendants saw the record in the ancestor's travel diary, and with the idea of ​​adventure and fortune, they returned to that area again, hoping to find the tortoise shell.

"

Old Tom took a sip of coffee, "He was lucky not to die and became the first Extraordinary."

"Then things became cliché. He discovered that he was different and began to travel around with the tortoise shell and delve into the true meaning of the symbols.

As his experience increased, he tried different combinations of symbols, found many experimenters, and finally achieved some results.

That piece of tortoise shell has since been regarded as the original source of the formation, and has been called the 'gift of God' by the Zhengshen Church."

It sounds cliché, but in fact many people must have died as a result. Dante seemed to have seen the darkness and bloodiness in this process.

He asked: "So, what level did that extraordinary person reach in the end?"

"That era is too long, and changes in language will bring different translations. Special job is a unique title for our era. Maybe in that extraordinary person's era, he might have been called a god."

Old Tom thought for a moment and added: "But my analysis is that the first person to eat crabs often doesn't taste too much."

"The history of the occult is so fascinating that you can't help but want to explore it," Dante exclaimed.

"Yes, this is also the main reason why I chose to become a scholar." Old Tom said with approval.

"In the religious years of the Middle Ages, too many secrets were destroyed, blocked, and monopolized by the church. The field of occultism encountered a big gap. It was not until the advent of the steam age and the vigorous development of thermal weapons that we regained some understanding of the truth from the church.

s right."

Old Tom obviously didn't have a good impression of the church. He said seriously: "Don't be fooled by the friendly appearance of the church now. That's because there are fewer and fewer high-level extraordinary people, and their overall strength has also weakened."

Don't worry, my identity is naturally not accepted by the church, Dante murmured to himself.

"I almost went off topic again. You want to know the reason for the formation?" Old Tom pointed at his head and said with a smile, "Did your inspiration give you any enlightenment?"

That's right. Dante smiled and described the things about the demon-hunting bullets, hiding the things about the talismans.

"It turns out this is it. The principle is actually not complicated."

Old Tom nodded and waved his right hand towards the bookshelf. A book with a light gold cover flew out and slowly landed on the table.

"Whether it is the formations required for the promotion of extraordinary people or the miniature spirit-guiding formations engraved by demon-hunting bullets, their essence is to establish a bridge with the etheric world. Take this "A Brief Introduction to Mystical Formations" back, it will

Will tell you the answer."

He stood up, walked to the shelf on the right side of the basement, touched his chin and thought for a while, then opened the drawer on the third floor.

"These are 30 rounds of original demon hunting bullets and the tools required for engraving. You can refer to the contents of that book for reference. Although the danger of the miniature spirit-guiding array is very low, it is best not to try recklessly."

He handed a small box to Dante and joked: "But I think with the ability of the secret reader, it is not difficult to successfully engrave it myself."

Don't worry, Dante took it with a smile and said thank you.

"Do you know a kind of ore? It is dark red in color, translucent or opaque, and sometimes has a lead-gray tint on the surface."

He recalled the raw material of cinnabar and described it in the language of this world: "It should be produced from volcanic rocks and hot spring sediments."

"This ore."

Old Tom frowned slightly, then relaxed,

"You should be talking about red sand mines. Someone gave me a few for viewing before, but as you know, I have no interest in anything other than books."

"Do you like such useless things?" he asked with a frown, obviously trying to overlap the image of the young man in front of him with the description in the previous file.

"No, it's inspiration." Dante smiled and pointed to his head.

"Ha, I hope so."

Old Tom shrugged, not bothering to ask more questions, and pointed to the dusty box in the far corner of the basement.

"It's all over there. If you move them all away, it won't block the space if you put them here."
Chapter completed!