Chapter 143 The Dragon in the Library

The warm flames in the fireplace illuminated his velvet clothes. John Kemp sat on a high-backed cushioned chair with his feet on the footstool. The hot tea placed on the wooden table exuded the fresh fragrance of tea. John placed the book he was reading on his lap. The plot of the book happened to be about adventurers exploring an abandoned castle and escaping from danger after a series of tense battles.

The young man felt a little tired.

John Kemp put his feet down from the stool, put the book on the round table, left his chair without touching his tea cup, and walked toward the library behind him.

John is the administrator of this library. There are very few guests visiting this library, so John spends most of his time reading the library's books. John could recite most of the books in this library by heart, and the stories in them were so familiar that he felt like he had experienced them personally.

He pulled out a book from the bookshelf with an emerald green cover and an olive leaf bookmark sticking out of the book. This is one of John's favorite stories, about a daring druid returning home. He rereads it every night before going to bed, sometimes forgetting to put it back on the shelf.

John flipped through a few pages, but quickly put the green book back on the shelf. A feeling of unexplained anxiety appeared in John's heart, which made him unable to calm down. He could no longer read the books he once loved so much that he forgot to eat and sleep.

Maybe he should try something else, John thought to himself, walking up the stairs to the second floor of the library.

The magic stone lamp on the second floor was in disrepair for a long time, and its lighting effect was greatly reduced, and it occasionally flickered on and off. John didn't like reading in this environment, and the process of taking the books downstairs to read and then back was a waste of time.

Looking back now, there are some books on the second floor that John once read. He has almost forgotten them now and can only remember a few vague fragments of the stories. Maybe now is a good time to pick them up again.

The anxiety in his heart subsided, and John realized that he was right.

The clerk stretched out his fingers and brushed the spines of the darker books. These old books were all roughly packaged and were far inferior to the hardcover books downstairs. Just the brief contact with the tip of his fingers made John unhappy.

He skipped a book about childhood stories in the countryside and walked towards the center of the second floor.

John Camp had a hunch that the book he wanted was here.

The only copy placed in a separate display case, illuminated by a magic stone lamp alone. There was a stain on the lampshade of the magic stone lamp that had not been cleaned. Under the light, the stain happened to be projected on the book.

The original color of the book was completely covered by shadows, appearing black and red in John's eyes.

John was 100% sure that that was what he needed.

He quickly approached and reached out to touch the crimson book. As soon as my fingers touched the page and before I could open it, the hard cover of the book shattered little by little, and the whole book turned into pitch black ashes.

However, the Warlock is not lost, he has recovered his memory.

Psychic energy spreads from the brain, sensing the surrounding books, covering the entire library.

There is nothing unusual. This entire library displays all of his memories, and each book is sorted into categories. This is what this scene is all about.

"A dream..."

Psychic perception made John realize that he was in his own sleep, and that the scribe was just a role assigned to him by the dream. This was not due to a hostile attack, but a vague dream that did not require logic. But the magician woke up from his dream.

John recalled the memory of Arlington flying away from the castle with him. He and his companions met up. Due to their physical injuries, the team decided to find a safe place to camp and rest for the night.

They did not choose to risk using the sea witch's side-effect potion to heal his injuries here. Instead, they let John rest early and let the self-healing factor of the dragon's blood treat his fractures.

"It's amazing, I'm actually dreaming soberly." John touched the fractured area. The pain that he could still feel before going to sleep had completely disappeared, and not a single bit was brought into his body in the dream.

"It would be great if the self-healing ability of dragon blood could also achieve this effect."

Boom, boom, boom...

Loud footsteps came from the depths of the library, and the sound got closer and closer. John felt a slight vibration. He looked at the corner of a bookshelf, and a faucet appeared in his field of vision. There are two razor-like blades on the chin, and the head has no horns, but a large, grooved, swept-back guard. When his ribbed wings appeared in John's sight, the bright metallic color of the dragon's body had already lit up the dark area.

A brass dragon, but why a brass dragon? Instead of the red dragon.

The warlock soon realized that the dragon was not a figment of his dreams, but a real intruder.

The brass dragon's dragon eyes looked at John. At first glance, he was a little surprised and surprised. Then he moved his eyes and looked at the stand where the Crimson Book was originally placed. The visible kindness quickly receded, and the dragon rushed over in annoyance.

"You shameful little thief, that book is out of print!"

John immediately turned around and fled between the bookshelves, using these tall bookshelves to block the dragon's footsteps.

John's hiding made the Brass Dragon roar twice in annoyance, but he seemed to have some scruples and just surrounded the bookshelf. The Brass Dragon stuck his head out to observe the space between the bookshelves, which was somewhat narrow for him, trying to find traces of John.

"Come out, young man, and give me back my out-of-print book, and we can talk."

John didn't answer. He changed his position according to the sound made by the movement of the brass dragon, thinking about possible solutions in his mind. This is his dreamland, and the books here are all books of his memory. And what is going on with the Brass Dragon's rhetoric? In his eyes, he is the intruder?

A magical feeling appeared in John's psychic range. He moved his position according to the perception, looking for the source of the feeling.

John found it from the bookshelf, a red book locked by a chain.

The familiar feeling grew stronger and John reached out his hand. The book opened automatically after John touched it, a red light lit up, and the untied chain turned into slender blood threads and penetrated into the warlock's clothes.

[Veltis' Chain of Sin] has been learned.

In the dream, my own spells turned into skill books that needed to be learned.

The joy of regaining it made John smile. He picked up the opened skill book and felt the power of the crimson power being under his control again.

"I found you."

The voice of the brass dragon came from above. He climbed on top of the bookshelf, the suspension magic on his body resisted his weight, and his two huge eyeballs stared at John who was holding the book.

The brass dragon breathed out its hypnotic breath, and John immediately opened his palm toward it.

"Veltis' Chain of Sin!"

The blood-red chain penetrated the breath and stabbed towards the dragon behind.

John Kemp retreated in one blow. He had already thought of a good way to fight against the Brass Dragon, which was to find all the skill books left in this library and restore the full strength of the Veltis Warlock. .

In the real world, he can't defeat the fear armor. Now in the dream, you are a brass dragon, so what.

One dragon and one person chased each other in the library. John used increasingly more spells to hinder the dragon's movements, and finally found his crimson skill book.

The red book with the red dragon mark on the cover was opened in the hands of John Camp.

Roaring red lightning condensed in the palm of the magician's hand.

The brass dragon stood in front of the sorcerer whose aura suddenly increased, glanced at the dangerous lightning in John's hand, and said calmly.

"We should reconcile."