Chapter 100 Ancient Books and Relics (Part 1)

As Wendy said, the next morning, after the witches were called to the first floor by the maids for breakfast, the prince handed each of them a piece of exquisite parchment. A novel ≯ ﹤Considering that some witches can't understand the text, the scroll retells the content for everyone. Then there is the signature and fingerprint.

Roland knew that it was difficult for them to truly understand the meaning of each line of the contract, but it didn't matter, they would understand after a long time. He also knew that even if it was a contract of sale, they would sign their names at this moment. Roland didn't feel that offering a relatively lenient treaty would be a disadvantage for him. Since he chose to take this path, he had to look a little further. What he is doing now is to form a good cycle in the future, a win-win structure that can be implemented for a long time.

After collecting the contract, Roland arranged everyone's training tasks one by one according to the plan made last night, and then called Ye Zi, Scroll and Soraya back to the office with him.

After closing the door, Nightingale showed her figure and winked at the sisters.

"I've been thinking about what Wendy told me yesterday." Roland opened the curtains to let the bright sunlight into the room, "She said that you encountered a terrible monster, and only seven of you survived. Kara died in a wild place. I want to know, what exactly did you encounter, a hybrid evil beast?"

Ye Zi opened the mouth first: "Not evil beasts, they are devils from the gate of hell, they have a tall body, can drive evil beasts, and possess magic power at the same time, just like..." She hesitated, "Just like us."

"Devil?" Roland frowned and looked at Soraya. "Were you there?"

The latter nodded.

"You can draw the scene at that time, right?" Roland handed over a piece of paper.

Soraya closed her eyes, appearing in some pain, but she still took the paper and walked to the table.

As the ability was used, the quill pen that had been indistinctly appeared in her hand, with colorful light flowing from the tip of the pen, and then flew out of her hand, scribbling quickly on the paper. A vivid picture gradually emerged on the paper, but Soraya never opened her eyes.

Roland approached the table and saw that the pattern on the paper was extremely real—no, he told himself, this was not a painting, but a real-time shooting of the scene at that time. Her ability is like a camera, recreating the massacre in the wilderness from the first perspective.

When the painting was finished, Soraya's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, obviously this memory was like a nightmare to her.

Nightingale also moved her head closer at this time, "Is this the devil?"

"That's them," Ye Zi pointed at the one closest to the viewing angle, "this devil wearing metal gloves can summon lightning attacks, and at the same time is extremely powerful. Most of the dozen or so sisters died in his hands. The devil in the distance But they can throw spears several times faster than crossbow bolts. However, their special attacks cannot be used continuously, so I just took this opportunity to kill them."

"Are you alone?" Roland asked.

"The leather tube under the demonic beast's helmet is the devil's weakness," Ye Zi pointed at the iron-handed devil's neck, "Hakara's magic snake bit off his tube, and he died with him in the end. I used the same method , killed the other with a hand crossbow. There seems to be some red gas stored in the tube, and they will die after the gas leaks out."

Well, no matter how you look at it, it looks like an oxygen tank. How could there be such a creature in the wasteland? Roland was puzzled. But if you want to say that they are aliens, it is obviously not up to that level. Look at the leather pipe full of patches, and the clothes made of animal skins. The level of civilization can only be said to be comparable to his own.

Whether it is using technology or magic, being able to take the initiative to go to other planets shows its strength in itself-people on earth are even faltering to land on the moon.

Of course, some weird civilizations with crooked talents cannot be ruled out. Roland thought, all in all, "devils" are not invincible enemies, they can also be killed.

"Besides the devil, we also saw a city floating in the air," Leaf said again, "no matter how far we go toward it, it is still in front of us, as Lightning once mentioned in her adventure story, it seems It's a mirage."

"Can you draw it?" Roland asked Soraya.

She nodded, summoned the magic pen again, and drew the floating city that Ye Zi said on the paper.

Roland looked carefully at the picture, and there wasn't much information in the blurry scene. If the city was really a mirage, then at least it meant that it was actually somewhere in the wilderness. And the blood mist that filled the sky above the city is the gas that the devil breathes. This explanation is much more reliable than what the aliens said. After all, the vast continent to the west of the Impassable Mountain Range is a mysterious land that no one has set foot in, and it is not surprising that there are other races.

Now there is only one last question left, "I heard from both Nightingale and Wendy that Hakara decided to look for the Holy Mountain because of an ancient book," Roland asked, "Scroll, have you read that book?"

Scroll hesitated for a moment, "Hakala doesn't allow anyone to read that book, but... I have peeked a little bit. The words recorded in it are chaotic, and...unbelievable."

"Can you copy it? Let me see."

"Those are not true, Your Highness, the non-existence of the Holy Mountain has proved this," she sighed, and raised her right hand, "I hope you will not be confused by the contents of the book."

A book inlaid with gold borders appeared in mid-air, the cover spread out to both sides, the pages flipped, and then closed with a slamming sound, falling into her hands. "Your Highness, I hope you are the only one watching. I don't want to see other sisters become like Hakara."

Roland took the book, "I see."

After the witches left the office, Nightingale quietly appeared beside the sand chair. As usual, she lifted up her robe, put her feet on the low table, and chewed the dried fish slices.

"Don't you want to come and see?" Roland asked with a smile.

Nightingale snorted, "I'm not interested in what madmen like to watch."

He shook his head, sat back at the table, and carefully turned the pages of the book, as if the book really had magical powers.

Just like what Shuan said, most of the content is jerky and difficult to understand, and it seems that the writing and grammar are not in the current common way. The bloody red moon and the huge stone gate were mentioned in the article, but the word holy mountain was missing. In fact, except for a few words that can understand the meaning occasionally, the rest of the content cannot be read at all-to sum up: I know every word, but I can't understand it at all. I don't know if it's because of the lack of content due to the panic peeking at the scroll, or if it's recorded in this way in the book itself.

Roland skipped those lengthy paragraphs and turned directly backwards. In a rather heavy book, only the first few pages have content, and the rest are all blank. From the last page, the handwriting suddenly changed. The previous neat handwriting became scribbled, like an essay jotted down in a hurry, but the content became clearer.

The first sentence at the beginning of the handwriting is "We have failed. Mortals cannot defeat the devil." (To be continued.)