“…… So I saw the wildfire running and burning on the ground like a mad horse, and it didn't stop until seven days later. ”

An old man sat alone in his study. An ancient scroll made of hard paper was spread out in front of him, more than halfway through it by the moment. Even at noon, the sun was not very bright and spilled through the glass on the scroll.

The old man stared at the book intently, and at the same time carefully stroked the paper slowly with his trembling fingers, and read out word by word something completely different from the page.

Because this book is not meant to be "seen", but should be "touched".

The black text written in magical ink appears to be nothing more than ancient legends and folk tales, but in fact there are translation rules that reveal the true content.

If the perception is high enough, you can feel a slight unevenness when you touch the paper of the scroll. In fact, this is the ancient Elcat rune that the Doyds loved to use.

Translated according to the translation rules on the scroll, these Elkat runes, which seem to only constitute magical effects such as embalming, solidification, and dusting, will form the content that is truly hidden in the secret scroll.

This secret scroll, known as the Book of the Day After Tomorrow, consists of forty-two volumes and is a prophecy left by a truly great Tuid. It is called the Three Great Prophecies along with the Raven of Iramat and the Ten Principles left by the Hindsight.

The little-known Doyd even foretold the War of the Gods and the fall of Higgs a thousand years later, but by the time modern druids realized the value of the Book of the Day After tomorrow, only seventeen of the forty-two books of prophecy were stored in the druids' great library. The remaining twenty-five volumes have been completely lost.

Obviously, it is one of the books of the day after tomorrow that is being interpreted by the old man.

"That's right...... Before and after the collapse of the White Tower. ”

The old man pondered for a moment, constantly writing something on a blank piece of paper.

But just as he was writing two lines, there was a sudden sound of tapping and tapping footsteps outside the door.

The corners of the old man's mouth twitched, and he sighed deeply.

Then he carefully closed the scroll. He folded the paper and put it in his arms.

"Grandpa Edward!"

The old man had just finished his work when a crisp voice came from the door.

They said in unison, "We're coming to play with you again!" ”

They are the twin sons of the lord of Richero. Count Orwell, the lord of Rizero's city and lord of Richero, did not have many children, except for the eldest son, who was nearly twenty years old, and only this pair of young sons were twins.

Edward, of course, knew that the two children could not move. Edward could feel it, in the shadows of this room. A pair of indifferent eyes were staring at him without knowing where to go.

It was a golden-tier Shadow Fist.

That's right, the Golden Tier. Edward also didn't know why such a strong person of this level appeared in such a small place.

Although this body is also Golden-Tier, Edward is not so stupid to use Gold-Tier sorcery with greatly reduced effects against a Gold-Tier assassin.

He could feel it—with the strength of the guard who walked in the shadows, if he showed his hostility towards the two bear children, he would tear himself apart in an instant. Coupled with the two bear children, if it weren't for Edward's strong self-control, he would have been torn apart by the unknown stalker.

Follow the content of the transaction. Edward needed to translate the book for the ambitious Earl, and in exchange he would supply Edward with a hundred quality souls.

It was now the eighth day that Edward had made a deal with Earl Orwell and moved in, and it was also the eighth day that he had been watched under constant sleep. No matter how suspicious you are, this level is already excessive.

At such a time, if Edward no longer knew how to love himself, he was afraid that Count Orwell would be calculated, then he would really be sorry for the name of his Kabbalah enemy.

But what made Edward curious was that he didn't know where he was being calculated for a while. With a light-hearted and playful attitude, Edward deliberately slowed down his translation progress. At the same time, he also used his ability to secretly investigate Count Orwell.

As a result, Edward's investigation of the nature of the ticket really revealed something.

That was the charge of Earl Orwell. Enough to put him to death three times for a great sin.

The lord of Rizero was not as merciful as his people thought. He was under the cover of incoming and outgoing passenger ships. Export some rare wood to El Cat in large quantities, or buy large quantities of gems at low prices in the Broken Isles.

At the same time, he would occasionally capture druids and trade with certain churches in Bansar or Titan. Both sides took the heads of the other's sworn enemies and turned them in for meritorious service.

You know, the clergy are quite rich. The priests and Templars who had tasted the sweetness would fund Orwell's large "channel fee" every year, hoping that Count Orwell would not break the line.

It was these secret deals that allowed the city of Richero to grow. It was these secret transactions that made the city prosperous.

To be precise, Ricero is not in ruins because the City of Fortune was blown up and no one would come to the city. The reason why Richero really fell was only because the ships that "played cover" would never come again.

After Edward learned about Count Orwell, he immediately became interested in him. At the same time, he also intends to take revenge for the shame of being calculated by mortals.

Such a genius. If you are discovered by a real devil, with a little guidance, you may easily become a new devil after death.

Contrary to the common understanding, the devil also belongs to the force on the side of the teacher. However, compared to the death crow, the devil's treatment is much worse. can weaken the strength of the devil, and Edward, who is a twilight reviant, is naturally willing.

…… Of course, before that, Edward had to translate this volume of the Book of the Day After Later.

This book of prophecy is what attracted Edward. The increasingly strong shock of fate caused by the interpretation of the Book of the Day After Later can easily be predicted by the astrological wizards, and it will attract the attention of the gods. The safest option is to read the book inside Carral's Great Barrier and then throw the hot potato back to Count Orwell.

Thinking of this, Edward sighed secretly.

If it weren't for the two kids who come to make trouble every day, he would have been able to finish translating this book today.

He was a little skeptical that the two bear children had been sent by Earl Orwell to make trouble for him. But he looked back and thought that Orwell was also at risk when he stayed and so on. There is no need for him to make himself uncomfortable.

You know, under the rule of the gods, trading with the devil is also a capital punishment of silver.

"Coming? Let's sit down first. Grandpa is looking for candy for you to eat. ”

Edward turned his head with a smile and pulled two small stools out of his table and placed them beside him.

But before Edward could pull out the box of candy from under the table, the two children took it out and poured themselves a mouthful full of candy.

"Grandpa Edward...... Let's talk about the little crow. ”

The little boy stuffed his mouth with sugar and said inarticulately, "What happened after eating the fawn?" ”

O crow......

Edward tapped his fingertips on the table, pondered for a moment, and then spoke, "After that, ......" (to be continued.) )