"What does that mean?" When McGonagall heard this, she didn't bother to continue to delve into it, and she calmed down to think about it.

The Necronomicon McGonagall is from. Lovecraft's saw that when he was planted with the myth of Cruso, he borrowed a copy from the library. Lovecraft's collection, but he wasn't very interested in Western horror, so he just flipped through a few short stories, then read the illustrations, and then returned the book.

Even with his memory, he can only recall some fragments, which is not very impressive, but he remembers that passage very clearly.

Without much research, McGonagall didn't know much about the Crusu mythological system, but she did know that the Old Dominators played a very important role in the system, and she probably remembered the gods who had survived from time immemorial.

"Could it be that the skeleton man is a god who has survived from time immemorial?" McGonagall muttered to herself, with his knowledge of the Cruthus system, there was only so much she could judge at the moment.

The unknown mysterious existence, the weird black mist, the ability to give others great power, and the ability to control everything with the power of the undead, all this is indeed not like something that a tenth-level powerhouse can do, and the strength of the mysterious skeleton man in the stone statue should be above the tenth.

That so-called transcendent realm of strength has never been proven to exist in this world.

"It seems that we have to make up for it in the future, the man who claims to be the one of destiny. Lovecraft, perhaps, really knew something special. McGonagall thought for a moment, and then said to the system: "System, pack me a copy of all the books on the Cruthus mythological system." ”

"Host, the ...... of this system"

"According to the publication price, add 1 copper coin per copy." McGonagall said calmly.

"This system will pack it for you right away!" The system's voice immediately became attentive.

"Ding! Successfully packed 1,000 copies with Crusu Element, with a total price of 89,233 Copper Coins! ”

"Ding! The deduction was successful! ”

"Ding! Delivered! ”

McGonagall opened her eyes and looked at the thick stacked almost one wall, which was also mixed with a lot of networks, and couldn't help but feel a little headache, this dog system really won't let go of any opportunity to make money.

"Forget it, we'll see it tomorrow." McGonagall looked at the wall, hesitated, and then lay back on the bed.

While the Cruthus myth may have given him some inspiration, he doesn't think the answer lies in these, and the secret library may just be borrowing from the Necronomicon as the answer, and it remains to be seen whether it is closely related.

……

After a tiring day, smelling the smell of books and ink, McGonagall had a good night's sleep, and when she opened her eyes the next day, she looked at the whole wall of books, and rubbed her eyebrows with some headaches.

"Let's cook first." McGonagall glanced at the alarm clock, went downstairs, and was about to enter the kitchen, when she saw Jane standing in the courtyard rubbing the holy light, and above her fingertips, a faint light was slowly condensing, as faint as candlelight.

Jane's expression was extraordinarily solemn and sincere, and her eyes were fixed on the holy light, as if she were looking at her own faith.

"I learned it so quickly, and the talent is really good." McGonagall glanced at Jane's shimmering unicorn, where there was also a bit of condensation.

These days, McGonagall has truly seen the various uses of the Holy Light, the light is always the fastest, and has a very strong restraint on the undead qi, and he is happy to see a light demon appear, which may be of great help to the unknown future.

"If there really is an old ruler, then does the god that the magician believes in really exist? The god of light, the god of life, the god of fire...... What is their relationship with those of the old days? A question popped into McGonagall's mind, and while he had always thought it was just a fixed spell cast by a magician, the answer he had received from the secret vault last night had overturned many of his perceptions.

If the Old Dominator is real, then the existence of God is equally acceptable.

"It's a real headache, I hope it's just a legend." McGonagall shook her head, equally resistant to the unknown.

"Is the old ruler a new species? What is the meat quality? What is the fat content? Is there a condition to develop it into a new dish? Is it possible to carry out large-scale cultivation and breeding? The research of new recipes needs to be put on the agenda, sliced for sashimi? Charcoal barbecue? Breadcrumbs and fried until golden brown on both sides? Stir-fry? ……”

Just as McGonagall was having a headache over the possible Old Dominators, she didn't notice the strange words that were cascading through her mind like a waterfall of data.

The holy light in Jane's hand suddenly went out, she sighed a little frustratedly, and when she looked up, she saw McGonagall standing at the door, her little face flushed, and she stammered a little: "Old ...... Boss. ”

McGonagall came back to her senses when she heard the voice, and said with a smile, "Oh, Jane is very diligent, she got up so early to cultivate. ”

"I'm too stupid to learn well, so I have to get up earlier." Jane lowered her head a little embarrassed and said, compared to the proprietress , she is too stupid, and she can only light up a little holy light so far, and there is no way to even illuminate the room.

"No, you're already great." McGonagall smiled and shook her head, Irina had also praised Jane's talent on the road yesterday, "You keep practicing, I'll give you breakfast yesterday." ”

"Hmm." Jane nodded, and watched McGonagall enter the kitchen before continuing to light the light.

After breakfast, McGonagall went upstairs to look at it for a while. Lovecraft's collection of short stories, after all, he is the builder of the Cruthus mythological system, and his book should have a relatively large reference value.

At eight o'clock, McGonagall went downstairs to collect the crayfish as usual, and Kittal was still at the front of the line, carrying a net bag with a dozen crayfish in it.

"Boss, I caught thirteen crayfish today, can I use these shrimp to practice." When Kittar saw McGonagall, he raised the crayfish in his hand with some excitement.

"Absolutely." McGonagall nodded, the students brought their own ingredients, which was naturally the best.

"Okay." Kittar put the crayfish aside, and then took the initiative to help McGonagall pour the purchased crayfish into the pool, which helped McGonagall a lot.

Ivan, who had caught four crayfish, soon joined the help.

After the crayfish purchase was completed, all ten apprentices were present, and they all took crayfish with them more or less, which made McGonagall, who had planned to continue reading the book, a little reluctant to choose to stay and start teaching everyone to practice.

When cooking crayfish, heat is a crucial point.

So, this morning, McGonagall is going to teach everyone how to control the heat.