"The soul is the root of everything. —Oliver, Connery. ”

After having enough rest, Chen Yi returned to the transit space, picked up the translation manuscript of "The Book of Oliver", and read it, which was the first sentence at the beginning.

Oliver, Connery, is supposed to be the author's full name. Putting this sentence at the beginning is clearly at the heart of his philosophy.

"The most essential difference between a wizard and an ordinary person is the soul."

"The fundamental purpose of any kind of meditation is to increase the strength of the soul."

"Every time you ascend to a realm, your soul will undergo a qualitative change."

……

The front part is the argument, which seems to make a lot of sense, making him feel that this Oliver does have a level.

But later, around the question of how to improve the strength of the soul, a specific method was given, and he frowned.

"If you want to increase the strength of your soul, the best way is naturally to use potions, or use demonic plants to assist in meditation. However, potions and demonic plants are too rare. Not every apprentice is so lucky to get it. ”

"So, from the perspective of increasing the strength of the soul, I have developed eleven 'soul potions' that are effective for apprentices."

Chen Yi didn't look at the specific production methods of those "soul potions" in the back.

Yesterday when he was translating, he already had a general understanding of the absolute extermination of humanity. He had to endure his nausea to translate them.

If it weren't for the wizard's methods, he would never have continued to translate.

As an earthling, whose three views are quite normal, the production method of these eleven "soul elixirs" will cause strong discomfort just by seeing the words described above. The timid may even have nightmares.

For example, the first method of making "resentful elixir" is to find a girl with wizard qualifications, let her conceive her own child, and constantly torture her, so that she lives in pain every day.

Under the poison and special potions, the fetus will transform into a demonic fetus.

Finally, before giving birth, the fetus is melted into a liquid. This is used as a raw material to make a "resentful elixir".

When he saw this, he almost threw up.

Wizards are mostly cold-blooded and selfish. But this Oliver, who is mad and exterminates humanity to such an extent, is simply chilling.

This is just one, the next ten potions, he didn't dare to think back to the production process.

He tore off all the paper with eleven "resentful elixirs" recorded on the back, took out the lighter and lit it, watching the paper be swallowed up by the flames little by little.

When it's almost finished, throw it in the ashtray.

"This kind of thing shouldn't stay in the world."

He thought to himself.

Then, his gaze fell on the Book of Oliver in front of his desk.

According to his heart, even if the book cannot be destroyed, it should be hidden so that it will never see the light of day.

But......

His face changed for a moment, but he reached out and flipped it open.

In the wizarding world, there will never be only one wizard like Oliver, precisely because he is mad and has no bottom line. The spells researched by these people will be even more weird and more powerful.

He must understand the content of this book, and only then can he have the means to deal with such an enemy in the future.

Only by knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent can one win a hundred battles.

Moreover, good and evil aside, some of the ideas and ideas in it are definitely the inspiration of genius.

He knew that there were many wizards on the West Coast Continent, and in the face of this more complex and dangerous environment, if he wanted to live better, he had to harden his heart.

He turned the book to the second page, looked at the text, picked up his pen, and began to translate it word for word.

More than two hours later, he scribbled down the last few words, lay down on the table, and closed his eyes.

…………

I don't know how long it took, Chen Yi woke up and rubbed his still swollen forehead.

"I dreamed again."

He remembered the dream just now, the pair of green and faint vertical pupils that loomed from time to time, like appendages, could not get rid of it, and there was a suffocating pressure.

"Even the Earth in the Forbidden Demon Environment can't handle this curse?"

His face was a little unpleasant, and last night, he slept in the rented house, and it stands to reason that even if there is any curse or something, it should be gone.

But now he dreamed of those strange eyes again. Prove that the power is still there.

"Or is this not a curse, it's just that I've been under a lot of pressure lately, and when my mental consumption is more serious, I will continue to have nightmares?"

He looked at the Book of Oliver and the translated manuscript on his desk, lost in thought.

When he read this "Book of Oliver", it was very draining, and he knew this the day before yesterday, and after reading the first page, he couldn't stand it, and went back to sleep.

Yesterday, he insisted on a shorter period of time, only more than two hours, and if it weren't for the fact that he was familiar with the ancient common language, the speed of translation had accelerated, and he might not have been able to finish this page.

It can be speculated that the further back the pages, the greater the mental consumption.

He sat down, meditated, and returned to his best state. Then I picked up the translated manuscript and read it carefully.

On the second page, there are 37 species of demonic plants.

The generation environment, habits, medicinal properties, and values of these magical plants are recorded in detail.

It even states what precautions there are if you want to grow your own.

It can be said that this page is exactly the knowledge he needs. If you know the thirty-seven kinds of demonic plants, there will be no such thing as getting a demonic plant in the future, but you don't know the purpose.

The "Screaming Banshee" he got in Hedingse's palace is also documented on it. Unfortunately, there is no recipe for "Banshee's Blood".

After reading it, he took a folder, packed these pages, and marked it with the words "Demonic Plant" information for easy access later.

After doing this, he glanced at the time, and it was already past nine o'clock in the morning on Earth. He took his homemade dictionary and returned to Earth.

Back in the bedroom of the rented house, he saw the neatly laid sheets, and knew that Fu Wanzhen had been here, and maybe he was still here last night.

Thinking that she had waited for him all night, he felt a little sorry, took out his mobile phone, and sent her a message.

He went to the bathroom to take a shower, changed his clothes, and pushed the door open. I saw Song Ming coming out of the staircase, carrying a large bag and a small bag in her hand.

"Hello." She was the first to say hello.

"Hello." Chen Yi walked over and said, "I'll help you." ”

"Thank you." Song Ming generously handed over a few bags and took out the key to open the door.

Chen Yi waited for her to open the door, then returned the bag to her, and said with a smile, "You're welcome." Good bye. With that, he left, listening to the sound of the door closing behind him.

"Ouch."

He was just about to go down the stairs when he heard Song Ming's cries of pain and the sound of things falling to the ground.

He went back to the door, knocked on it, and asked, "Are you alright?" ”

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