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Duchamp turned around and grabbed Olivier, "This book is not an ordinary notebook, it is a scholar's notebook that carries a complete heritage, it is a magical magic book!" ”

"What?" Olivier and Mura screamed unconsciously.

Duchamp pointed to the blank pages that were beginning to change:

"This book sets some thresholds according to the wisdom of the reader, and when ordinary people come to read, they can only see the most superficial things. And now the handwriting appears on these blank pages because you have read the elementary knowledge that it has set, and then it begins to show more advanced knowledge, which means that the book has agreed with you, and it is impossible to achieve such an effect if I or Mura read it. When you read the book completely, you will become the owner of the book, and when the time comes, maybe something good will happen. ”

"Is that so? I'm very confident in my intelligence! Olivier said happily.

"However, this matter can't be known to anyone else, you can read this book in your room in the future, and it's better to wrap a book jacket and write some other common name." Duchamp said seriously.

"Why?" Olivier asked, puzzled.

Duchamp glared at him fiercely: "Now is not the time to sell cuteness, haven't you heard how magicians were extinct in the Middle Ages?" Now that there are very few such items that come with the inheritance, there are very few people who can read this book, such as me, and they learn that you have obtained this book, and the general idea is, whether he is a prince or a princess, kill him, take the book away, and let the book recognize me as the master! ”

Olivier was taken aback: "Styry, you won't really do that, will you!" ”

"Hmph, to be honest, I really mean that!" Duchamp made a malicious sound from his mouth, and his eyes glowed green.

"Reading all of this book will give you an intelligence bonus, you have to know how attractive this is for someone like me who is peerlessly intelligent! If this news leaks out, I'm afraid that the top of your family's palace will suddenly be full of alchemists, demons, divine beasts, and all kinds of supernatural beings. His Majesty the Emperor will have to open a safe and put you up. ”

"Oh, don't scare me anymore, I'll put this book away carefully!" Olivier muttered quietly.

"Now go back to your room, make a cover, and disguise the book, but I can't let the fourth person know. Also, when you've read it all, give me a copy of it. Duchamp continued.

"Okay, okay, you're nagging!" Olivier said impatiently, and went back to his room with his book.

After Olivier left, Mura nervously asked Duchamp, "Is this book really dangerous for Olivier?" ”

Duchamp nodded vigorously to indicate the seriousness of the matter. "You must not tell others about the book, it is best, even His Majesty the Emperor should not tell it, otherwise, if it is passed on to ten, ten to hundred, there will be no secrets to speak of."

Mura asked many more questions about the inheritance of magic in the Middle Ages, and Duchamp himself did not know it, so he had to repeat what Lady Helen had always told in class, as well as the anecdotes she had heard from Reem III. Seeing Mula's uneasy expression, he comforted Mula and said, "Since this book is so magical, after Olivier obtains it, it will definitely greatly increase his own strength, and we should be happy for him." ”

Mura said worriedly, "But his character is too reassuring. He suddenly remembered something, and whispered, "You said that the "Knight's Creed" would have a similar effect?" Although I only looked at it for a while, I felt that I had a lot of understanding, and it seemed that some powerful ideas were forming in my mind. ”

Duchamp sniffed: "It's not easy, when we return from the Eastern Gnavado Islands, we will talk to Dietrie again, and then go to see it for another three or two days." Thinking of this, he secretly swore in his heart that he must read all the thousands of books in the ancient book room in person, with his own hands.

Duchamp spent a day of extreme frustration with broken thoughts, and he didn't take out the crystal ball for fear of attracting demonic beasts again, and the quality of the fish caught today was mediocre, just some ordinary tuna and the like.

Mura's harvest was extraordinary, as he began to seriously recall the main elements of the Chivalric Creed and rehearsed them thoughtfully on deck.

The next morning, as the morning light bathed, the Eastern Gnavador Islands were finally in sight.

It is a group of six or seven large islands and hundreds of small islands, and tens of thousands of outcropping reefs, which spread out like pearls on the western side of the continent and on the east coast of the Gnavado Ocean.

The cruise ship passes through the middle of the islands, specially showing those beautiful islands in front of everyone, and there is a seafarer on board, who is responsible for explaining what scenery and attractions these islands have, or special products and customs, etc., with rich and playful words, and a regular tour guide at a glance.

Duchamp was the first time he had seen such an island, unlike the tropical islands of the South Pacific on Earth, which did not have overly dense jungles like the tropics, but were inhabited by large islands and fishing boats nearby. In addition, Duchamp also saw cultivated land on some islands, and it seems that there must have been an abundance of fresh water here.

From entering the waters of the Eastern Gnavador Islands to Ahti Island, the seat of the colony's governor's palace, there is still a full four-hour voyage to enjoy the island's scenery.

Ahti Island is the largest of the many islands, and it is located in the middle of the islands, and is known as the "King of a Thousand Islands".

According to the 'guide', Ahti Island actually consists of five parts, the central island with towering peaks in the middle, and the roundabout that forms two-thirds of the circle around the central island, and the three peninsulas scattered outside the roundabout, adding up to a total area of 1.2 million square sails. Duchamp did the math, this must be a large island with a radius of 100 miles. As soon as he calculated this, he immediately looked forward to it.

Duchamp's heart boiled at the sight of Ahti Island, a large island of extraordinary beauty, with endless bays of verdant and blue sea and silver sand, the mountains in the middle of the island rising rhythmically like a pagoda, and the surrounding roundabouts, peninsulas and other small islands, like ministers and guards, arched over the central area.

"At the heart of Ahti Island is the sacred mountain of Vajnamo, from whose peaks flow three freshwater rivers that supply the entire island with enough fresh water for arable land and people and animals. It is customary for all ships to make offerings to the sacred mountain before entering the port from the Salmi Seaway. The sailor explained, his eyebrows fluttering.

After a while, the crowd saw the so-called sacrifice.

The first mate of the ship personally carried out a huge fish head and muttered words to the holy mountain, thanking the holy mountain for its protection of the ship. Then, the head of the fish was thrown into the sea.

As a sacrificial item, it was the head of the magic fish that Duchamp caught.

After reading it, everyone thought that the sacrifice was over, but in fact it was not over.

After the first mate had sacrificed the blood, the captain himself came out, saluted the holy mountain with his saber in hand, and after some prayer, threw a golden coin into the sea.

"The Holy Mountain even collects gold coins." Duchamp teased. Unexpectedly, the sailor who acted as a guide heard this and explained seriously: "A gift of sacrifice to the holy mountain is acceptable, no matter how light or heavy. Generally speaking, it is most appropriate to sacrifice according to the size of the fish caught on the boat. But we are noble ships, and the gifts we give should also be in line with the status of the nobility. ”

It turned out that there was money to make trouble. Duchamp shrugged his shoulders and stopped saying disrespectful words to the gods.

The visit of this luxury yacht alarmed the fishermen along the coast, and these natives waved excitedly to the luxury yacht in their humble little wooden boats. In return, the ship's idle sailors stood up and lined up on the deck to greet the fishermen.