Chapter 1870 Master Dewey’s Ambition

If you want to take precautions, you must know yourself first.

When humans were still in the ignorant stage, even common diseases such as colds and fevers were touted as being possessed by monsters.

So I prayed to God and Buddha, praying everywhere, just for recovery.

There is often only one result of doing so, either the patient experiences a lot of pain and torture and finally recovers, or the patient fails to survive and burps and catches a cold.

The reason why these two situations occur is that humans are unfamiliar with colds and fevers.

In the same way, if we cannot complete the repair of ancient writing, and one day in the future, if someone uses the power of ancient writing to initiate a dispute, we will naturally be unable to fight against it.

Even if we win in the end, this fruitful result will surely be filled with countless blood.

For the future of mankind, and for the stability and prosperity of Zefeng Continent, please help us!

Master Dewey spoke sincerely and begged Fred Alexander to change his mind.

However, Philed Alexander did not reply immediately. He said calmly: "The power of a single ancient text is not as powerful as you think. Only if it is a sentence or a whole piece of ancient text, it can exert its unprecedented power. It's powerful, but if you want to activate such a sentence, you must spend a huge amount of magic points."

"How huge?" Master Dewey asked.

"It depends on the bloodline," Alexander said: "It only takes one to a few people with pure ancient bloodline to exert their power. In addition, only at least one hundred thousand adventurers of level 14 or above have the possibility to try."

"Isn't this gap a bit too big?" Master Dewey questioned.

"It's not big." Alexander shook his head: "Ancient writing was originally designed specifically for ancient races, especially for royals with pure blood like me. Naturally, it will benefit us in some aspects."

After hearing these words, Master Dewey's eyes couldn't help but dim.

I know that it was a manifestation of the disillusionment of some ambitions deep in his heart.

Master Dewey has never been a lonely man.

He went from an unknown goblin apprentice to the creator of the magic airship that shocked the world, from a poor boy who could only afford food and clothing to a business tycoon who single-handedly controls the lifeline of the world economy.

These not only show that he has perseverance and ability that are different from ordinary people, but also a manifestation of his unwillingness to be lonely.

Today, he is a world leader in both scientific research and business. What others may see is his glory that cannot be concealed, but what I see is the loneliness hidden behind the glory.

Having no rivals in these two fields, he turned all his attention to ancient civilizations, but the historical documents about ancient characters were all fragments, and almost no word had a complete explanation. This made him toss and turn, night after night. Not sleepy.

But he did not dare to issue a reward order and mobilize all mankind to search for historical documents. He was worried that someone would take risks and fake the truth for the huge reward.

Once fakes are mixed into historical documents and the meaning of certain ancient texts is misinterpreted, it may lead to irreparable tragedy.

Moreover, for Master Dewey, incompleteness is just the loss of a historical trace, while mistakes are unforgivable mistakes!

He would rather leave it blank than make a mistake.

That's why he's been so slow to study the ancient writings on my arm.

Be cautious and never make mistakes, this is his unremitting philosophy.

It was precisely because of this that in the process of studying ancient characters, he even stayed up for several nights in order to figure out one of the meanings of a certain character, which almost exhausted his already very weak body.

Right now, someone who is truly familiar with ancient writing is right in front of him, but he refuses to cooperate. How can Master Dewey not be discouraged?

Although there is no blood relationship, he treats me as his adopted son as if he were his own son. I really can't bear to see him so lost.

I gritted my teeth, felt relieved, took off the gauntlet on my left hand, and then gradually removed the layers of gauze wrapped on my left arm.

This move instantly alerted Master Dewey. He rushed over, held my hand, and shook his head solemnly.

"Father," I said slowly, "Forgive me for my incompetence. I can't help you many times, but this time, I hope to be able to help you, even if I use the secret of my body."

"No, absolutely not!" Master Dewey tried his best to wrap the bandage back on my arm bit by bit, and said in a low voice: "It doesn't matter if you can't get the complete annotation of ancient texts, but you This secret must not be revealed to others easily. I don’t want you to be assassinated because of the exposure of this secret. I don’t want the white-haired person to give away the black-haired person, do you understand?”

After looking into Master Dewey's stern eyes for a long time, I forced out a smile and said, "Father, please let me help you once, even just once, okay? Don't worry, nothing will happen to you. Have faith in me, okay?"

Seeing that Master Dewey still refused to let go, I continued to persuade him: "Think of Achilles, think of Carter Horton. These people all tried to kill me, but none of them succeeded. Doesn't this mean that you My adopted son, am I very capable of protecting myself? Please believe me, I can protect myself well and I will definitely not let the things you are afraid of happen."

After looking into my confident eyes for a long time, Master Dewey hesitantly let go of his hand.

Just as I was taking off the bandage again, he quickly ran to the stairs and shouted sternly: "No one is allowed to come down without my permission, not even Hall!"

Master Dewey is the real controller of Fort Vicky and the only uncrowned king of Fort Vicky. His words are more effective than the imperial edicts of the two kings, so naturally no one dares to disobey him.

Just when Master Dewey walked back to me, all the bandages on my arm had been removed.

I saw that most of the surface of my left arm was covered with dense black and red ancient characters.

They say they are crowded, but in fact they are distributed on the surface of my left arm in an extremely regular manner.

Master Dewey took a deep look at my left arm and said, "There are a lot of new words."

"Isn't that true?" I turned over and over to look at my left arm and said with a bitter smile: "If this continues, within a few years, my entire left arm will be covered with ancient writing."

After chatting casually with Master Dewey for a few words, I looked at Alexander and said, "As you can see, there are so many ancient texts on my arm. I think, since there can be one on Zephyr Continent, There must be a second, third, or even many human beings like me, but we can't just take off everyone's clothes and take a look."

However, when I was talking, Alexander kept staring at my left arm with burning eyes. He didn't seem to hear even a word of my words.

After a long while, he said with difficulty: "It actually really exists."