Chapter 1871 A Good Deal

Ancient writing is the most dazzling element of ancient civilization.

Not only because it is widely used and shines in various fields, but also because it symbolizes God’s will and is the highest gift God bestows on mankind.

The power that a single ancient text can release is limited, but when they are put together to form words and then stacked into sentences, they can release unparalleled power.

However, the above situations are all based on the premise of correct sorting.

If the ordering is disordered, resulting in incorrect vocabulary and mixed sentence meanings, in this case, only two possibilities will arise through magic activation.

Either the ancient text cannot be activated smoothly, or it will cause a catastrophe.

In the early days when humans acquired ancient writing, some adventurous scholars boldly tried various combinations regardless of personal safety. With their unremitting efforts, these people finally succeeded in playing themselves to death.

Nearly half of the scholars died in the big explosion, and the remaining half died in various types of disasters.

For example, being sucked into a small black hole created by the power of ancient words, such as a sudden crack appearing in space, tearing a scholar seeking death into pieces, or pulling a meteorite from the universe, and tearing out the misordered ancient The text was smashed into powder along with the scholars who sought death.

All in all, you can write any ancient text in any combination, no matter how wrong it is, as long as you don't activate it with magic values, everything will be fine.

But once it is activated by magic value, the result will most likely be a box on the ground.

It has been recorded in the biology of ancient civilizations that the human body is a substance that always has magic value. In other words, if ancient characters are engraved on the human body, the engraved ancient characters will always be activated. middle.

In other words, the person who has ancient characters tattooed on his body will be blessed by the power of the ancient characters.

But this is only in theory.

In fact, any bloodline other than the ancient race cannot carry the power of the blessing of ancient words, and the result will only lead to death by body explosion.

Even among ancient races, Alexander has never seen anyone in a situation similar to mine.

His gaze was like a sword, piercing Master Dewey and said: "How can you act like this!"

Master Dewey was stunned by his sudden reprimand and pointed to his nose: "What's wrong with me?"

"Weren't you the ones who engraved those ancient characters?" Alexander asked, and then he turned his gaze to me, his expression full of horror: "I really didn't expect that you could bear the blessing of such a huge number of ancient characters. , but didn’t explode and die? I can’t believe that all of this is true!”

"Actually," I scratched my head and clarified, "you have misunderstood my adoptive father."

"Oh?" Alexander was startled.

"These ancient characters are not engraved on the adoptive father's pattern, but are innate."

"B-born?" Alexander almost bit his tongue. Fortunately, he was a memory image, otherwise he would have made a fool of himself.

"It will be replaced if it's fake," I said.

After that, I strode up to the high platform and showed my arms to Alexander.

Although he couldn't touch me, Alexander still stretched out his hands and rubbed them repeatedly along my arms.

During the rubbing process, he had a strange expression and complicated eyes. His face showed both fear of mysterious things, uncontrollable greed instinct, and specks of rational brilliance.

After a long time, he took back his hand, sighed, and said: "When I was a child, I heard that there were humans who were born with ancient writing, but I don't know the specific situation."

"Then who did you hear it from?" I asked.

"Well," Alexander thought for a while and said, "I heard about it from my grandfather, but my grandfather also heard it from his grandfather."

It turns out that this is the relationship. Even if I collect all the remains of Fred Rupert and resurrect him, I still won’t be able to figure out the condition of my left arm.

Forget it, it's all fate. Some things may be more reassuring if you don't know them clearly.

My secret did not make Alexander change his mind, but my sincerity made Alexander no longer firmly refuse.

He said that although my approach of revealing the secret to him without any scruples was impulsive and could even be called stupid, this attitude of gaining trust was still very pertinent.

To reciprocate the favor, he decided to first try to observe the research work of Master Dewey and others, and would make a decision after a period of observation. As for whether to help or refuse, it all depends on Alexander's own wishes.

Master Dewey finally breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the bandage on the ground, walked quickly to me, and carefully wrapped it for me while saying gratefully: "Xiao Yi, thank you."

"That's too foreign, adoptive father," I said hehely: "A family should unite together, support each other, and work together to create a better future."

After that, Master Dewey called all the staff over, and everyone carefully transported the wooden coffin from the high platform, and took the lead in transporting it into the magic airship and placed it in Master Dewey's room.

After doing all this, we returned to the mausoleum and sent most of the staff to dismantle the mithril platform. The remaining small number of people followed me to pack the fine gold nuggets and send them to the airship. .

Master Dewey promised that all these fine gold will be used as raw materials to create a fine gold weapon for every member of my guild.

This generous promise stunned Master Hall. He almost knelt down and begged Master Dewey to take back his promise. However, Master Dewey spit out his words and nailed them. The promise he made would definitely be fulfilled.

In desperation, with his face ashen as death, he took the lead in returning to the airship to rest.

Master Dewey also smiled bitterly at Master Hall's reaction. As a goblin, he naturally understood how tempting such a large piece of fine gold was to goblins.

But he has already reaped more benefits from this trip, and he is too embarrassed to take advantage of me anymore. And in order to thank me for my efforts today, he must also give me some substantial rewards to be justified.

For an adventurer, the most affordable reward is nothing more than a good set of equipment.

However, based on the amount of fine gold in the tomb, it was impossible to build several sets of pure fine gold equipment, so the next best thing was to replace the equipment with weapons.

With such a large piece of fine gold, even if everyone in the Fearless Guild is equipped, including Yura, Kailan, Daphne and others, there will still be some leftover.

It not only satisfies everyone's requirements, but also leaves a small amount of materials for myself. This kind of deal is called a good deal.

It is impossible for an old miser like Master Hall to succeed!