Chapter 146: Important Historical Materials Delivered to Your Door

"Do your dragons have any spells that can hide their rank?"

In the dock area of ​​Fengxi City, Li Feng looked at the Sad Theater in the distance, which was guarded by various forces, and asked the black cat lying on his arm.

The Theater of Sorrow has seven floors.

Since each level you pass can gain a level of power, he and Shia will definitely not give up the opportunity to advance to the next six levels.

But if you are promoted too quickly, it will be extremely dangerous in Wind Breath City, where high-level extraordinary beings now gather.

If the two parties are of the same rank, it is still not easy to detect each other's specific rank.

But if he encounters a fourth-level and ninth-level extraordinary person like Governor Feier, he can easily determine the opponent's level from the extraordinary fluctuations on the opponent's body.

So if you don't hide it well, it can easily attract suspicion.

And what worries Li Feng the most is.

In addition to Governor Feir who is in the light, there is also an unknown Soul Eater in the dark in Wind's Breath City.

Moreover, the Soul Eater still has apprentices working for him.

The last time Li Feng was at Garde's wooden house, he fought against three of his apprentices.

As for the Soul Eater himself, according to the wood elf Morningstar, he has been involved in forbidden spells and is by no means an easy target to deal with.

"You mean..."

When Xia heard this, her golden eyes rolled and she immediately understood what Li Feng meant.

"I am a born extraordinary race, and I have better control over extraordinary abilities than humans.

If I wanted to hide, it would be difficult to be found unless I was someone of my own kind or a demigod.

This is also the reason why I turned into a cat and can go everywhere to find out information without being discovered, because they can't feel the extraordinary fluctuations in me.

But you..."

Xia raised the cat's head and looked at Li Feng from below, thinking in her mind:

"I do know that there is a potion that can hide the rank, but it is similar to the transformation potion and you have to take it all the time.

That potion can hide the level for one hour every time it is taken.

It just tastes a bit unpleasant, said to be like rancid water mixed with feces, and you may lose your sense of taste after drinking it for a long time.

But it does work. Do you want me to..."

"Ahem... no need."

Li Feng interrupted Xia's good intentions with a smile. He gently smoothed his hair, and an extra hair fell out of his hand.

That's the price of using today's relic - the humble cufflink.

Compared with drinking sour water mixed with shit-flavored potions, losing one hair every day can hide one's rank.

Li Feng looked at the fallen hair and couldn't help but sigh, how lucky he was.

"There's no need for that potion. I have my own way."

"Huh?"

Hearing Li Feng's immediate refusal, Xia tilted her cat's head and blinked at him.

Since Li Feng said so firmly that he had a way, Xia certainly believed it and didn't ask any more questions.

However, Xia also discovered that besides liking cats, Li Feng also hated drinking unpleasant things.

The scorching sun above our heads is gradually setting towards the west, and the wind is blowing from the sea.

The wind brought coolness, and there was the cheerful and noisy drumming on the first floor of the Theater of Sorrow.

Listening to those voices, Xia raised her head and asked Li Feng:

"Now that the invitation is gone, what should we do?"

When she woke up from her dream last night, like Li Feng, Xia's invitation spontaneously combusted without fire and turned into ashes and disappeared into the air.

If it were the first time, being able to get rid of that invitation letter would definitely make Sia happy and have a good sleep.

But now that she can obtain the power of her ancestors from the Theater of Sorrow, the disappearance of this invitation is something that makes her unable to sleep.

"Didn't you say that the Violet Eyes brought ancient historical materials of the Floating Island?"

Li Feng asked instead without answering.

"Um-yeah, why do you ask about that?"

Holding Li Feng's sleeve, Xia shook the cat's head.

"Because most questions can always be answered in books."

Looking down at Xia, Li Feng smiled and said that he was now interested in the historical materials brought by the Violet Eye.

"Well--"

Hearing what Li Feng said, Xia suddenly felt uncomfortable in her heart.

She opened her golden vertical pupils wide and stared at Li Feng very seriously:

"Isn't it too risky? The Spellweaver mentor from Violet Eye this time is of a very high level!"

Li Feng was stunned when he heard this, but then he understood what Xia meant.

Speechless in his heart, he replied through the contract:

"What are you thinking about? How could I do such things as murder and robbery?"

Sia: "..."

‘Have you done enough killing and stealing goods? ’

Cursing in her heart, Sia got back to business:

“Those historical materials come from the Floating Island, and to them, although they are not as important as solving the mystery of the Theater of Sorrow.

However, there is no reason for them to show it to an irrelevant person? "

Listening to Xia's statement, Li Feng nodded. He thought it was reasonable.

But while stroking the knot in his pocket that was given by Huang Yanyan and blessed by the Light Prayer, Li Feng suddenly made a joke:

"Maybe I'll have good luck today."

…

"Hello fellow comrades, the information ends at 4 pm on August 16."

In the toilet cubicle of the Maester's Tower at Storm's End, Qi Heng used the excuse of having diarrhea to deliver a message to all official players.

He sat on the barrel. In order to buy time, Qi Heng took out the A4 paper and signature pen brought from the player world from the system backpack.

Because of the production process, the paper and pen in the player world are much easier to use than the paper and pen in the game world.

Now, Qi Heng spread the smooth A4 paper flat on his legs, and then wrote with a signature pen.

"I am now in Storm's End. The Lost Land's Sad Theater appeared last night. The theater is in the shape of a tall tower with seven floors.

Last night, the Violet Eye Mission tried various methods, but failed to enter the theater.

And the strangest thing is that about an hour after the theater appeared, the lights on the first floor of the theater suddenly lit up.

No one knew why at the time, but today, the mentors of the Violet Eye checked the historical materials sent from the floating island together.

They guessed that if the lights on a certain floor of the theater were on, it meant that someone had passed this floor.

And they also guessed that there were unknown objects hidden on each floor of the theater.

But these are all guesses, because the historical materials are written in the ancient troll language.

Although my mentor knows the troll language, he has no knowledge of the ancient troll language. I only know a few words.

As for the invitation letter found from the paper crane, no one knows what it is, how to get it, and how to use it.

In short, we are now stuck in not recognizing the ancient troll language in the historical materials.

Comrades, if you have any clues about the ancient troll language, please let me know in the next communication.

Finally, it is suspected that someone passed the first floor of the Sad Theater within an hour.

So it is inferred from this.

In Fengxi City, there is a high possibility that there is an unknown existence that is more powerful than the Violet Eye.

Please be careful, players in Fengxi City and even Storm Island. "

Under the not-so-bright light, Qi Heng quickly finished writing the letter and passed it to other official players through the Fire Seal Orb.

Then he quickly left the toilet and returned to his mentor.

Because they did not recognize the ancient troll language, the entire Violet Eye Mission is now in a state of gloom.

Qi Heng heard that in order to legally participate in the investigation of the Sad Theater.

The chief of Violet Eye was humble to the king, made many promises, and even gave up some business interests.

All their top leaders did was to study the theater of sorrow that suddenly appeared.

And use this experience to control other lost places that sank to the bottom of the sea.

To put it bluntly, it was all for extraordinary power.

But in reality, they failed to succeed and were directly stuck in not knowing foreign languages.

‘Alas - I have already traveled to another world and my head is tied to my belt, and I still have to learn foreign languages. ’

Qi Heng, who never passed foreign languages ​​in school, cursed in his heart.

However, those are things his mentor needs to worry about.

As an apprentice, Qi Heng is more concerned about what excuse he will use to leave the next time he delivers a letter.

Recently, the excuse of diarrhea has been used to the extreme by Qi Heng.

He estimated that if he used this excuse again, his mentor Alton would let Bonnie feed him all kinds of strange potions.

Thinking of Bonnie's potion, Qi Heng's legs softened.

Qi Heng was thinking as he turned a long corridor, and then he heard a deep and full-hearted female voice.

"Perry, you're back!"

Along with the voice came a shadow.

He guessed someone in his heart, looked up, and it was indeed Bonnie.

Bonnie is also an apprentice of Violet Eye. Like Qi Heng, she also studied under the weaver mentor Alton.

To be precise, Bonnie is a human, but her ancestors had married giants.

With giant blood, she is half a head taller than Qi Heng.

So Qi Heng felt pressure every time he walked with this junior sister.

Those beautiful fantasies about junior sisters in novels were shattered by the strong and tall Bonnie.

"Is your diarrhea better? Do you want to drink some of my potion?"

Bonnie asked in a deep and powerful voice.

Hearing about the potion, Qi Heng waved his hand quickly, indicating that he was completely cured.

In his opinion, Bonnie is a kind-hearted girl, but the potion she made can be described as cruel and ruthless.

Qi Heng had the honor of drinking it once, and the potion tasted like shit at first and rancid water at the end...

Qi Heng said he would remember it for the rest of his life.

"Okay, as long as you get better."

Bonnie got used to not being able to send the potion out.

"Oh, by the way, the tutor asked me to find you. We found a scholar who is very knowledgeable about trolls.

He might know the ancient troll language."

On the way back to the first floor of the scholar tower, Bonnie and Qi Heng talked about the latest progress in translating historical materials.

Hearing this, Qi Heng was shocked.

'Is there progress so soon? '

Qi Heng was happy. After all, if someone really translated the historical materials, the official of the player world would also be able to get important information.

"Who is this person? Is he in Fengxi City?"

Qi Heng asked immediately.

"Well, that man's name is Rhine, and I heard he lives in Storm's End."

Bonnie nodded, and her voice full of energy sounded:

"And I also heard that half of the books in the Bachelor's Tower are his."

"Rhine..."

Qi Heng read the name, and it sounded familiar, he must have heard it somewhere before.

At the same time, Bonnie's voice continued to come:

"This time, our mentor accidentally heard the apprentice who manages the books.

Mr. Rhine once brought all the books related to trolls in the Bachelor's Tower back to his room to study.

The person who can understand those books must be someone who knows trolls very well.

Maybe he also has a lot of knowledge about the ancient troll language. "

While listening to Bonnie's words, Qi Heng suddenly recalled where he had heard the name "Rhine".

That was some time ago, because the kestrel of the Earth Ring sent Faranir's notes to the royal city.

And his mentor, Alton, happened to be in the royal city on business.

At that time, Qi Heng had contacted Kestrel through referrals in order to find out information about Faranir's notes.

But Kestrel is an old man with a sharp mouth, so Qi Heng didn't get any information.

But during the time when he was in contact with Kestrel, Qi Heng also carefully discovered that he had corresponded with a person named "Rhine".

Moreover, Kestrel, who always treated others casually, showed a rare sincerity towards this Rhine.

‘Is it really the person Kestrel knows? ’

Many thoughts were swirling in Qi Heng's mind. Whatever he thought of, he immediately confirmed to Bonnie:

"Is this Mr. Rhine the 'free man before the Sea Throne'?"

Qi Heng heard in the royal city that the Rhine whom Kestrel knew was once awarded the title of "The Free Man Before the Sea Throne" by the king.

"Oh yes! I heard from other bachelors in the bachelor's tower that Mr. Rhine does have a title personally awarded by the king."

‘It’s really him! ’

After getting Bonnie's confirmation, Qi Heng immediately felt that he must make friends with Lain.

One is for the current translation of ancient troll language.

The second is for the previous Faranir notes.

If he befriends Rhine, he might be able to deepen his relationship with Kestrel through Rhine.

By then, we might be able to discover who found the notes, and the more detailed story of the last time the devil came ashore to invade the world.

This is extremely useful information for the officials of the player world.

"Now Mr. Rhine, where is he?"

After clearing his thoughts, Qi Heng asked hurriedly.

"It is said that I went hunting a few days ago and will return to Storm's End today."

Bonnie replied, and then she said in a loud voice:

"Just now, the instructor asked me to come to you and said that we would go together to meet Mr. Rhine."

"Um."

Qi Heng nodded, very good, things are developing as he expected.

But then he suddenly realized:

"Wait, the instructor asked you to go to the toilet to find me?"

"Yes, if you go to the toilet with diarrhea, of course I will go to the toilet to find you."

Bonnie lowered her head and looked down at Qi Heng with a confused look on her face. She had no idea why Qi Heng asked this.

"Well--"

Qi Heng lowered his eyes and was speechless.

‘Sure enough, among the three masters and disciples, I am the only normal person. ’

…

In the evening of midsummer, the sun is westward.

The breeze blowing from the sea dispersed the heat that was no longer strong.

When Qi Heng and his mentor Alton found Li Feng, Li Feng was holding Shia in cat form and slowly returned to Storm's End Castle.

"Ancient troll language?"

After listening to Spellweaver Alton's explanation of his purpose, Li Feng had many thoughts in his mind.

What he knows is Troll Language, as for Ancient Troll Language...

how to say?

It is very possible that you will know each other after reading the book.

"There are very few books written in the ancient troll language. I'm not sure. I happen to know the part of the text used in the historical materials stored in Guidao."

Under the expectant gaze of Qi Heng's mentor Alton, Li Feng politely replied with an ambiguous word.

"What Mr. Rhine said is absolutely true. Books written in ancient troll language are indeed rare."

Alton immediately nodded in agreement upon hearing this.

He is a fourth-level Spellweaver, in the middle and upper ranks of the Violet Eye, and he is usually arrogant.

But now, the pressure of not being able to enter the Theater of Sadness is weighing on him, and he is almost unable to explain to the floating island.

And according to his guess, the first floor of the Theater of Sadness has been invaded by an unknown entity.

If in the end, others pass through the Theater of Sorrow first, but the mission he led returns without success.

Then he might not be able to stay in the Violet Eye anymore.

Therefore, Alton, who is usually arrogant, put aside his arrogance and was polite when facing Li Feng, who was much younger than him and of a much lower rank.

For fear of missing out, the possibility of translating ancient troll language.

At that moment, he smiled extremely kindly and cordially:

"Then Mr. Rhine, I wonder if you can go and take a look at the historical materials we brought from the floating island?"

As soon as these words came out, Xia, who had been lying on Li Feng's arm, suddenly felt angry and funny.

She raised her cat head high and looked at Li Feng, and said to him through the contract:

"Is this what you call good luck?"

Li Feng didn't reply to her, but continued to listen to Alton's introduction of historical materials, while freeing up a hand to gently press the cat's head.

At the same time, he replied to Alton with a smile:

"You're welcome, it's my honor to be able to help."