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His own parchment paper burned his own bookshelves, and then roasted his own dried sturgeon, and finally fell into Jin Feng's belly.

A manuscript parchment could ignite the firewood, and Jin Feng picked up a parchment book with an animal skin cover.

Before the paper of Shenzhou was transmitted to the country of matadors through the desert, it was still crossing the river by feeling the stones in the darkness of the Middle Ages, but he never imagined that he was going to cross a sea of Europa, and the demand for parchment paper was extremely huge.

You see, at that time, it took about 300 sheepskins to copy a Bible. And at that time, only the big boss at the level of a bishop was eligible to own the Bible, and the cost of spreading and preserving culture was unimaginably high.

Even with the help of the garbage papyrus of the pyramid countries, these papyri are extremely fragile and difficult to preserve.

The parchment is the most precious and priceless treasure of the Holy City.

The most important documents of the time were recorded in the parchment.

However, these documents and historical materials are not worth anything to Jin Feng at all.

When Europa robbed and excavated cultural relics and monuments in China, it was uprooted.

Now, Jin Feng is just taking revenge for a small belated one.

I don't believe it, look up and see who the sky has spared.

When the Eight-Nation Coalition invaded, the Roman State only sent 50 soldiers to divide the Manchu Qing, which was a must.

One after another peerless and rare materials and historical materials were ripped off by Jin Feng and thrown into the fire, and each page of these parchments would be worth no less than the Song version of the book.

Everything that Jin Feng couldn't understand, didn't know, and didn't have any value, all of them were burned.

What Jin Feng wants to do is to burn the history of Europa.

There are nearly 100 bookshelves and bookcases here, and there are countless books of all kinds, which are enough to burn for a long time...... For a long time......

For a long time......

Plato's manuscript!

Michelangelo's manuscript, burn!

Aristotle's manuscript, burn!

Dante's manuscript, burn!

The manuscript of the legendary poet Petrarchi of the ancient Roman Empire, burn!

Botticelli, the painter who painted the most famous image of the Virgin and Child, manuscripts, burned!

The illustration manuscript he gave to Dante's Divine Comedy, burn!

Who is Dante?

The most famous bard!

The founder of the modern Roman language!

One of the pioneering figures of the Renaissance!

A long poem "Divine Comedy" is ancient and modern, which can be called the Li Bai of Europa.

The content of the Divine Comedy is very unique, describing his dialogues with various famous figures in hell, purgatory, and heaven, reflecting the achievements and some major problems in the field of medieval culture, with an encyclopedic nature, from which there is also a faint glimpse of the dawn of Renaissance humanist thought.

This epic of more than 14,000 lines was revered by later generations as a sacred song!

Well. It is his manuscript of the Divine Comedy and the most awesome of the illustrations that Botticelli drew for the Divine Comedy......

It's all burned!

While burning, Jin Feng picked up the ready-made whale oil in his hand and brushed it on the outrageously hard dried sturgeon.

The stinking and outrageous dried sturgeon of hundreds of years old slowly softened under the roasting of various top-secret materials and historical materials worth hundreds of millions of euros.

After pouring a sip of the Kande red wine of Ruicaso Winery that was worth tens of thousands of Daolang, Jin Feng opened his mouth and sprayed it.

The red wine is sprayed on the dried sturgeon, and the whale oil is full of dwelling into the dried fish, bringing a refreshing and refreshing wine aroma.

This is the Library of Human Origins, one of the ten forbidden places that go 300 meters underground.

Now, this library, which has been dreamed of for hundreds of years by countless sons of mankind, is owned by a teenager from a distant state.

The entire library now belongs to the boy.

How many years of family feuds, how many years of grievances between teachers and families, at this moment, all have been vented.

Looking at those celebrity manuscripts that are more precious than the Song version of the books torn open in his hands, the tearing sound is like Miaohua Tianyin.

Watching these treasures, which were regarded by countless people as few as stars, slowly turn into ashes in the fire and turn into the most primitive heat energy, Jin Feng showed the most hideous smile.

I picked up another book, which was the handwritten hand of Innocent III, the Emperor of All Emperors, and it was a foot high.

This is the treasure of the Holy City!

The thick one-foot document is all the original handwritten by Innocent III.

Each of the edicts was a shocking top secret, enough to change the history of the entire Sacred City and Europa, and even the history of the entire world.

Dozens of these documents were written by Innocent, the Emperor of All Emperors, to a dozen kings of Europa at the time.

Kings of the empire, the fairytale kingdom, the vineyard, the neutral kingdom, France, Sicily, Germany......

The content is all in a tone of reprimand and a tone of command, arrogant and domineering between the lines, full of supreme supreme beings who call for the sky.

The kings of these countries really have no status in front of Innocent III, only kneeling and licking their toes.

It was a time when divine power was greater than the peak of royal power.

After spraying several sips of fine wine in a row, the special aroma of dried sturgeon that is more than 400 years old made Jin Feng's appetite arouse.

However, before tasting this delicacy, Jin Feng first reversed the golden hourglass and started the timer again.

There were old-fashioned quill pens here, but there was no ink, so Jin Feng had to count the days in the oldest way of lettering.

Holding a desert dagger, he carefully carved a larger one on a black walnut panel.

It's been a day and a night since I came in.

There must be an error in this count, and there is an error in this medieval hourglass itself. As the days to come continue, the error will become larger and larger.

When the time comes, you can only count the approximate days in your mind.

The carpet was cut in a thick piece and wrapped around the deformed golden scepter, and Jin Feng couldn't wait to cut off a piece of sturgeon and stuff it into his mouth, and the delicacy of that moment almost made Jin Feng's tongue swallow.

Three times five divided by two spit out this 400-year-old dried sturgeon into his stomach, bursts of heat emanated from his stomach, and Jin Feng, who had been tired for a day, let out a long breath.

After nibbling on three dried fish in a row, Jin Feng drank several large golden cups of Kande red wine in a row, did not touch anything again, did not read any information, and fell asleep.

The brightly lit hall, the dead and lonely silence, the fire in the fire pit slowly weakened, and only a pile of withered coals remained.

When the coals of fire slowly turned black and finally extinguished, the cold gradually invaded silently in the huge room.

On this day, I don't know if it was night or daytime, Jin Feng slept soundly, and his dreams were full of the most beautiful memories and the most beautiful imprints.

How many days have I not had a good night's sleep.

In such a strange country, a terrifying forbidden place, Jin Feng slept surprisingly soundly.

In the golden hourglass of the seventh century, the most evenly proportioned fine sand passed silently, and six hours passed in a blink of an eye.

At the moment when the last grain of gravel fell from mid-air, Jin Feng, who was lying flat like a dead corpse, suddenly opened his eyes, straightened his body, and reversed the hourglass with a backhand.

Another six hours to start again.

After turning over the hourglass, Jin Feng fell straight and fell down and continued to fall into a wonderful dream.

When the hourglass counted down again, Jin Feng slowly got up and started a new day's task.

Step out of the library, enter the gossip array, and scavenge from various rooms to find the things you need and bring them back.

The dried sturgeon was smashed and tossed into a wine barrel to soak, the iron helmet was used as an iron pot, and the golden scepter that wore the sturgeon was discarded by the golden blade and replaced by a slender cross sword.

Fresh water is indeed not available, but fortunately there is wine, and the sugar they contain is enough to replenish Jin Feng's body.

Without any fruits and vegetables, just eating these dried sturgeon and wine will definitely hurt Jin Feng's body in the long run.

However, these can be overcome.

Throwing the dried sturgeon that had been thrown in from the bottom of the fire pond last night, and gnawing on the bones, Jin Feng began the day's search.

The first place to go was where Ron was last yesterday. That place was also where Ron found the information about the big ding.

On the ground lay an ancient book bound in thread, wrapped in thick brown paper.

The Sacred City has always been known for its preservation of ancient books and historical materials.

The silver five-fingered sacred candlestick was set aside, and Jin Feng picked up the book, his face slowly tightening.

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