Chapter 477: The Book of the Wise

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The sailors on the ship were overjoyed to find Duchamp, who was waving vigorously in the water, seemingly unharmed.

"Hold on to the life-saving fork and pull you up right away!"

The sailor wrenched a device on the side of the ship, aimed it in his position, turned the winch, lowered a shelf, and when Duchamp was seated, he lifted him up.

"Hey, how did your clothes become like this!" Under the light, everyone saw that the clothes on Duchamp's chest were torn a lot.

"There is a monster in the water, I had a fight with it just now, it is really inconvenient to fight in the water, and I have to maintain my balance, and I can't use many means." Duchamp told the truth.

"There are still monsters in the water?" The crowd was taken aback.

"You're not hurt, are you?" Calles said guiltily, "I didn't expect to scare you down just now, and I swore to the goddess definitely not on purpose." ā€

"It's okay, it's okay, it's actually not that you pushed it down, it was the monster that happened to bite the bait at that time, and as soon as I was scared by you, I was pulled down by it." Duchamp kindly explained.

"You actually caught a monster just now?" The crowd's eyes widened.

"Don't mention it, even the fishing rod is gone." Duchamp said worriedly.

"Okay, okay, it's okay if people are fine, and it's lucky enough not to be eaten by Warcraft." Fang comforted him kindly.

Duchamp glared back fiercely.

"What kind of monster is it?" Olivier leaned over and asked.

Duchamp made a comparison and told the appearance and skills of the magical beast, but it was inconvenient to tell the origin of the knife, and he hid the process of cutting the monster in half with a knife. Everyone couldn't help but gasp after listening to Duchamp's speech.

"I fought with you for a long time, and I was unscathed! I'm afraid this demonic beast is going to advance to the holy beast. Fang Rare showed a serious expression. Among the crowd, he was the only one who could feel Duchamp's strength.

"I don't know, but being able to fly and cast freezing spells is enough to give people a headache."

"You're a scourge, a monster you've never heard of even a veteran sailor who has been at sea for decades, but you can catch it with any fishing rod. Gee! After caring, Fang immediately returned to his original state.

"You seem happy?" Duchamp rolled his eyes.

"Forget it, the head chef is preparing a barbecue on the deck, let's go eat charcoal-grilled magic noodle fish."

The crowd comforted Duchamp as they walked away.

The next day, Duchamp, who was out of rods, began to try new ways of fishing at the suggestion of sailors, using the steel lines and winches on the boat.

This kind of drift fishing really has a new kind of fun, and it adds several big fish to the boat.

In addition to the pool, there are other leisure facilities on board, such as pool ball, gaming tables and dance floors, but the crowd has no interest in the facilities that are also available on land, and they have all kinds of ways to entertain themselves.

Inspired by Duchamp's fishing for Warcraft, Mark began to write a similar novel. Duchamp was eager to come over and help him conceive "The Old Man and the Sea".

Dietrie was blown by the sea breeze and got a new inspiration and was working on a new music.

The most incredible of all was Olivier, who, except for the occasional instrument out to play, was flipping through the book "Strange Tales".

"Olivier is so quiet, I'm really not used to it!" Duchamp secretly muttered to Mura.

"yes, that book is really unusual, Olivier can't fall for it!" Mura said worriedly.

"That's not true, I've read the contents of the book, too."

"But how do I feel that the appearance of that book, it seems to have changed, it turns out that I remember it is very shabby." Mura said suspiciously.

"Really? Is there such a thing? Duchamp looked suspiciously at the book in Olivier's hand, and his heart could not help jumping.

Olivier was lying comfortably on a chaise longue, reading with a book in his hands. Looking at it from Duchamp's point of view, you can see the cover of the book.

Duchamp remembered the original appearance of this book very clearly, the cover of that book was vulgarly painted with earthy red paint, and the words "Ancient Strange Tales" were written on it with a black pen, but Duchamp himself noticed that the real name "Book of the Wise" was covered under the paint.

And now, the four black characters of "Ancient Strange Talk" seem to be much lighter than what he remembers, and even the word 'wisdom' below is about to be revealed.

"Am I mistaken?" Confused, Duchamp returned to his room, took out his computer, opened it, and consulted a scanned copy of the book.

That's right, it's a dirty and old book stored in the computer, and the word 'Zhi' on the cover can't be seen at all.

Duchamp closed the computer, returned to the deck, and asked Olivier: "You carry this book every day, has anything changed about it?" ā€

"Of course!" Olivier said brightly: "The content of this book is very magical, although it seems to be a thin book, but as long as you read the previous content, you will find that the blank page behind contains more content, I read the book, while thinking about other questions, I feel that I have gained a lot, it seems to be a little wiser than before!" ā€

"What?" Duchamp was dumbfounded: "There is still content on the blank page, what is the content, you turn it over and show me." ā€

Olivier flipped through a few pages, pointed to the book, and said, "This page, which was originally blank, now has content, you see, this is a constant formula for the guiding force, and there is a constant, which I have never heard of in school before." ā€

Duchamp glanced at it and said casually: "Alpha's constant, I know this." After the Guiding Force Spell is channeled, it will naturally disappear after a maximum of 187 seconds if there is no subsequent Guiding Force Supplement. This is common sense of the principle of conductive force. After saying that, he couldn't help but be stunned.

Duchamp took the course on the principle of conductivity, and then in the second grade, but until now, it seems that this constant has not been covered in the textbook. So, how did Duchamp know this constant?

Duchamp remembered the Guiding Workbench he possessed, and the talent for mastery of guiding theory that he had had since the time of the crossing, and no doubt his knowledge had come from here.

So, this ancient book in Olivier's hand is really a treasure.

Duchamp asked in a low voice: "The cover of the book has changed, and the original name of the book has been revealed, have you found it?" ā€

"Really?" Olivier flipped the cover over and said in surprise, "Really! There's one more word here. What's going on? ā€

Duchamp said, "I'll see." He took the book and flipped through it carefully.

A few minutes later, he got the results of the system:

"The Book of the Wise, a book of magic, is a medieval scholar's notebook, which can be read in its entirety to gain knowledge and intelligence bonuses. (Bind, Holder Olivier)"

Duchamp was instantly hit by a tenth-level frozen magic, and his mouth was so surprised that he couldn't close it anymore.

"I'm so stupid!" He couldn't help but burst into tears, eager to hit his clever head against the wall.

"Strange Tales" turned out to be a magical item.

After several attempts to summon Mura over, Duchamp was finally convinced that the nature of this magic book was that it set a threshold for the 'intelligence' attribute, and only those who had reached a certain level of intelligence could discover the mysteries in the book.

Duchamp's intellectual attributes were superior, so he could see the truth of the book at a glance through the layer of paint.

Olivier did not reach this level, but by constantly reading and understanding the contents of the book, he gained the recognition of the book, became the new inheritor of the scholar's lineage, and discovered the new meaning of the book as he continued to read.

Duchamp figured out the cause and effect, and regretted it so much that he wanted to chop off his claws.

He once entered the contents of 500 books into the computer in one morning, and through the brain domain mapping, it can be connected to his brain domain for retrieval, which means that he quickly obtained the knowledge reserve of 500 books.

However, the flip book and the input were all computers, and because he was in too much of a hurry, he hurriedly turned two pages, and felt that there was some value, so he threw them to the computer.

As long as he didn't rush so much at that time and insisted on reading a chapter, he could discover the peculiarities of this magic book, then it was his to gain the approval of the book and gain the ascension of attributes through reading.

"You can't take shortcuts to learn knowledge!" Duchamp reviewed with heartache.

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