"Don't talk!"

The old man said solemnly to the night, looking at the parchment roll in his hand very seriously.

There were a total of one hundred and thirty-nine such demonic letters, and the old man picked them all up and read them one by one, which was enough for an hour, which showed how serious he was.

It wasn't until the old man put down the last parchment roll in his hand, and then gently rubbed his forehead, that the night whispered a word to him.

"Old man, ........ this?"

"It's just a normal letter between old friends. ”

"And you've been watching it for so long?"

"You may not read someone else's letters, but you cannot read the letters of this person. ”

"Is that the guy named Abona and Racregi?"

"You know him?"

The old man raised his head in surprise and glanced at the night, a little unexpected.

"The devil's tadpole text is a little bit understood, not that I know who this person is. ”

He knows a fart!

The big framework of history he can say is the Tao, but if you have to correct it in detail, he is not the one in front of him.

His familiarity with this name came from the intermediate-level soul-type necromancer spell that he had exchanged for his military merits, soul coordination!

The inscription of the preamble above is this person!

"I thought you knew, then I had to compliment you twice. ”

"Who is this person?"

He is definitely a great sage, just look at the old man's attitude of reading the letter so seriously.

"Your ancestor!"

"Don't make trouble, old man! I'm an orphan and I don't even have a few relatives, where did the ancestors come from. ”

People of such an age are still joking, which is a bit of.

"I'm not kidding you, you black-robed ancestors!"

"The old ancestor in the black robe?"

After listening to it in the night, I was surprised.

What kind of people wear black robes?

Necromancers, undead assassins, and necromantic swordsmen!

"Hmm!"

"We have five black-robed ancestors, four saints and one demon, but none of them are named Abona or Racreji!"

All the people in black robes in the Undead Empire are all the four saints, and they are the disciples and grandchildren of these four saints, and the old goblin Jean is considered a latecomer, but when he reaches that level, there is nothing wrong with calling the old ancestor, but his Tao is generally not learned, and if you want to learn it, your rank is at least the grandmaster level, and the conditions are not generally harsh, at least the soul is strong This level can kill two-thirds of the undead grandmasters.

That path is also the path of the night future, as long as he crosses the threshold of the great grandmaster, if there is no hope of reverifying the saint in this life, there is still a great chance of becoming an immortal lich.

But the premise is to reach the rank of great grandmaster first, otherwise everything will be in vain!

"I'm talking about all your black-robed ancestors!"

"What do you mean ......."

After listening to the night, he was completely stunned, all the people who wore black robes, the four saints and an old goblin were also wearing black robes!

"The teachers of the four saints of the undead are called Abona and Racreji! But this person was not very famous 1,800 years ago, he was just a quirk who liked to travel, he had traveled all over the West France continent, and he had stepped into the depths of the abyss of hell, he was just a great grandmaster, and he was also a great grandmaster who was not very strong, I don't know if you know about the profession of the Yin Walker?"

"I don't understand!"

The dark night shook his head directly, the old man's words were not an ordinary shock, everyone in the black robe of the Undead Empire knew the four saints, but there was one and there were definitely few who knew that the four saints still had a teacher.

How could the four sages of the heavens and the earth have such a thing?

It should be the heaven and earth atmosphere, and the most correct way to open it is to jump out of the crack in the stone!

"There are often gifted aliens who can pass through the separation between the two worlds, connect the other side of the world and the world, and summon the objects of the other world to turn into their own combat power, which means to go to the yin!

This kind of person is usually called the Yin Walker in the West Continent, and it may not be the Hell Abyss Realm, or other small worlds may also be connected, and it can be regarded as a talent difference, at least no one can match the spatial talent.

And Abona and Lacregui are the best in their profession!"

"Is it a combination of curses and summons in necromancers?"

Before the birth of the undead magic system, this kind of magic accounted for the majority, after all, the West Continent and the Hell Abyss are the closest, and some of the spells of the Yin Walkers are biased towards the dark system, and the reason why Abona and Racreji are not famous is that they have not broken the rank of the grandmaster to reach the level of the holy master, and the death of old age is inevitable, but he is powerful but he has accepted four high disciples!

That is, your group of four ancestors in black robes, Junlun Kulbsley, Ralph Sylbas, Sylvestan Stan, and Orn Osmond, without these four necromancers, there would be no current glory of necromancy. ”

"Then what powerful secret method is engraved on these one hundred and thirty-nine parchment scrolls?"

After listening to the dark night, his eyes lit up, and he was a little excited to rub his hands, although he was not a saint or something like that, but he was also the mentor of the four saints of the undead!

It's all the existence of his own system, and a few powerful spells recorded on it are enough for him to be used endlessly.

How can a character who has taught four undead saints be bad!

One hundred and thirty-nine volumes are normal correspondence between old friends, mostly about some of the abysses of hell, and there is also a demon contract, which is considered to be the nature of research accounts for a large proportion of it, and the name of the big demon on the demon contract is less than ten, the only thing that can be explained is that this person has a lot to do with Heber and Fu Binen. ”

"Really?"

The night stared at the big eyes and asked a little unwillingly, the heart had just risen to the sky, and with the old man's words, it fell directly to the bottom, which was really comparable to taking a roller coaster!

"Something that is more collectible than practical!"

The old man shook his head at the longing look in the night, and he guessed that any necromancer would ask like this.

"So what's the use of this thing?"

What is recorded on the precious parchment scroll is not necessarily a good thing, the parchment scroll is precious for his rank, but for the kind of power above the grandmaster, it is just a stack of paper!

"Take it to the Library Pavilion of Gado Academy, or take it to the Necromancer Association to see, in the name of donation, you may be able to exchange for something, this kind of thing has no value in your hands, but for them it is a symbol of heritage, maybe there will be miracles to happen. ”

Just like the old man farts!

"Aren't you looking at this stack?"

Unwilling to point to the stack of Stura runes beside him, the one hundred and thirty-nine parchment rolls had no value, and he could only pin his hopes on another stack.

"You don't need to look at it at all! The Sdura runes are recognized as difficult puzzles in the whole West France continent, and I can't do anything if you find the old man, what I can help you is to give you the 1,300 elven characters I am proficient in, if you want to achieve something in this area, I will ask you for some inquiries." ”

The old man wiped the space ring, and directly took out a thick history book made of parchment and handed it to the dark night.

"More than 1,300 elven scripts?"

The night stared at the old man with wide eyes, and even when he grabbed the book with both hands, he felt a little trembling, for fear that he would not be able to hold it and fall to the ground.

In any library pavilion in the whole Dongxi City, there is no comparative translation of elven texts, that is, even all the records of that race are rare, and you can imagine the preciousness of this book that records 1,300 elven characters.

"One thousand and eight of them are my master's inheritance, and the last one hundred and fifteen elven words are my life's work, and I am a little ashamed of my teacher's teachings. ”

The old man's words were a little sad, which shows how difficult this kind of thing is!

The dark night cherished this comparative translation manual, just opened it and felt a little dizzy in the brain, an elf text is actually full of introductions, at least more than ten kinds of meanings in it, all kinds of literature corroborating the source is recorded very clearly, and organized, this is not just a Sdura rune can understand the meaning of the above, it is definitely a long way to go!

With the complete disappearance of the elves on the continent of West France, everything about that race has become an unsolved mystery, and translating the Sdura rune is definitely a vast project.

"There's nothing to do, the work you gave me to erase the natal true spirit of the magic weapon is not a small job. ”

The old man looked at the rum and tea that had been drunk, and felt that it was a little tasteless, and waved his hand at the night.

"Then I'll go back, old man!"

Laughing with the old man in the dark night, it was definitely a satisfying conversation!

This kind of old appraiser opens his mouth casually, which is enough for him to go to the library to check the literature for three years and five years, and there is also history that will not be recorded in the history books at all.

"By the way, I forgot to tell you, you have two million gold coins on hand?"

The old man looked at the night when he was about to step out of the door, and pulled him back directly with a word.

"Yes at this time!"

The night turned around, what does this mean?

Charge an appraisal fee?

Impossible!

It's a bit cheap!

Even the artifact of the era was more than that, but he still replied to the old man.

"Then go ahead!"

The old man waved at him, and did not stay overnight, not expecting him to be so rich at all.

"What do you mean, old man?"

The night is completely blindfolded, not the appraisal fee, so what does this sentence mean?

"This street is going to be remodeled, don't you know?"

"What kind of transformation? I don't know!"

The dark night looked at the old man with a confused face, how is West Second Street going to be renovated?

No one told him!

"I thought you knew, I notified half a month ago that the tax supervisor was going to renovate West Second Street, like East Second Street, and then connect with each other, but the renovation fee is two million, so I will ask you if you have this money, and if you have it, go back and I don't have to worry about you." ”