Ancient writing is one of the most dazzling elements of ancient civilizations.

Not only because it is widely used and shines in various fields, but also because it symbolizes the will of God and is the highest gift that God has given to mankind.

There is a limit to the power that a single ancient text can unleash, but when they come together, form words, and then stack them into sentences, they can unleash unparalleled power.

However, the above situation is based on the premise of correct ordering.

If there is a disorder in ordering, resulting in mispronunciation and confusion of meanings, in this case, there are only two possibilities for activating it through magic.

Either the ancient script will not be activated smoothly, or it will cause a catastrophe.

In the early days of mankind's acquisition of ancient writing, some adventurous scholars, regardless of their personal safety, boldly tried various combinations, and with their unremitting efforts, in the end, these people succeeded in playing themselves to death.

Nearly half of the scholars died in the Big Bang, and the remaining half of the mathematicians died in various types of disasters.

For example, being sucked into a small black hole created by the power of ancient writing, such as a sudden crack in space that tore a dead scholar to pieces, or pulling a meteorite out of the universe and smashing the ancient script in a disorderly order with the dead scholars.

All in all, you can write ancient characters at will, in any combination, even if you are outrageously wrong, as long as you don't use mana to activate it, everything will be fine.

But once activated by the mana, the result is most likely to fall into a box.

It has been recorded in the biology of ancient civilizations that the living human body is a substance that always has a magic value, that is, if you engrave ancient characters on the human body, the ancient characters that are engraved are always in a state of activation.

In other words, the person whose body is tattooed with ancient words will be blessed with the power of ancient words.

But that's only in theory.

In fact, no bloodline other than the ancient race could carry the power of the blessings of the ancient words, and the result would only lead to an explosion and death.

Even in ancient races, Alexander had never seen anything like me.

His eyes were like swords, and he stabbed Master Dewey directly, saying, "How can you mess around like this!" ”

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

"Didn't you engrave those ancient words?" Alexander asked, and then he turned his gaze to me, his expression full of horror: "I really didn't expect that you could carry the blessings of such a large number of ancient texts, but you did not explode and die?" I couldn't believe it was all true! ”

"Actually," I scratched my head and clarified, "you misunderstood my stepfather." ”

"Oh?" Alexander was stunned.

"These ancient characters are not engraved by the father-in-law, but are born."

"Heavenly, innately?" Alexander almost bit his tongue, but luckily he was a memory image, otherwise he would have made a fool of himself.

"It's like a fake," I said.

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

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

In the process of rubbing, his expression was strange, his eyes were complex, and his face had both fear of mysterious things, an unquenchable greedy instinct, and a speckled brilliance of reason.

After a long time, he withdrew his hand, sighed, and said, "I heard when I was a child that there were humans born with ancient characters, but I don't know the specific situation. ”

"And who did you hear about it from?" I asked.

"Well," said Alexander, after a moment's thought, "I heard it from my grandfather, but my grandfather also heard from his grandfather. ”

It turns out that this is the case, so even if I collect the remains of Fred Rupert and bring him back to life, I still can't figure out the condition of my left arm.

...... Forget it, it's all fate, and some things may be more reassuring if you don't know it.

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

He said that although I was impulsive and even stupid to show him my secrets without any scruples, this attitude of gaining trust was very pertinent.

In return, he decided to try to observe the research work of Master Dewey and others, and would make a decision after a period of observation, and it was up to Alexander himself whether to help or refuse.

Master Dewey finally breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the bandages on the ground, walked quickly to me, and said gratefully while carefully helping me wrap them: "Xiao Yi, thank you." ”

"It's too much of a foreign thing, father-in-law," I said, "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 carried the wooden coffin down from the high platform, and took the lead in transporting it into the magic airship and placing it in Master Dewey's room.

After all of this, we returned to the mausoleum and sent the vast majority of the staff to dismantle the Mithril Tower, while the rest of the small number of people packed up the Adamantite nuggets with me and sent them to the airship.

Master Dewey promised that all of this Adamantite would be used as raw materials to create a Adamantite weapon for every member of my guild.

This generous promise directly stunned Master Hall, and he almost knelt on the ground and begged Master Dewey to retract his promise, but Master Dewey spat a nail and said that the promise was bound to be fulfilled.

In desperation, with a dead face, he took the lead in returning to the airship to rest.

Master Dewey's reaction to Master Hall was also a wry smile, as a goblin, he naturally understood the strong temptation of such a large piece of adamantite gold for goblins.

But he has already reaped more benefits from this trip, and he is embarrassed to take advantage of me again, and in order to thank me for my efforts today, he must also come up with some substantial rewards to justify it.

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

However, based on the amount of pure gold in the tomb, there were no more sets of pure gold equipment to be built, so they retreated to the next best thing and replaced the equipment with weapons.

Such a large piece of adamantite, even if everyone in the Dreadnought Guild is equipped, and then Yura, Kailan, Daphne and others are included, there will still be a surplus.

Not only meets everyone's requirements, but also leaves a small portion of materials for yourself, such a deal is called a good deal.

An old miser like Master Hall can't make it!