A person who is born in the world and will never be tricked must be the chosen one. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info And people who are proficient in routine skills generally do not live too badly. As for those who are trapped in the routine and can't break free, then they can be called Mr. Coffee Table.

Li Lin's words were full of water, but he was not ashamed at all, because he could hear that Adolf had also concealed something. Even both sides were aware of it, but they all tacitly did not expose each other.

Overall, though, it was a rewarding conversation for both sides.

"Father, didn't you swear never to touch anything related to the Ring Mage?" Sophia, who returned to the study, looked at her father with sorrowful eyes.

"I swore I didn't want to bother with those disputes anymore. But some people can't help it...... My old friend died, and I had a hunch that I might be next. Adolf's voice was full of weariness and grief.

"It's, it can't be. Their people didn't say that Uncle Engel did something he shouldn't have done...... This is just a warning. Father, you don't have to think too much. As if thinking of something, Sophia's little face turned white at once.

"Maybe so." Adolf muttered as he looked at his panicked daughter, muttering to himself in an inaudible voice; "Maybe I'm really wrong, I should have quietly taught you to become a ring mage, your talent is so good~~ That person is not willing to let go of our family no matter what."

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Although Li Lin decided that Adolf was definitely going to take out something really valuable. But he still didn't expect this stingy old thing~~

After saying goodbye to his senior sister, Li Lin sat alone in the carriage box, looking at the book cover with a stunned look. I saw that it was written in black letters: On the Rise and Fall of the City of Ancient Scholars - Raisen Ting Prabhu.

Damn, old man, I don't know if Rayson is afraid or not, if you dare to appear in front of me, I will definitely let you know what it is like to be afraid!!

Holding back his anger, Li Lin opened the book.

[This is the great ancient scholar Rayson listened to Master Eisen's research on the brilliant distant era. On the first page of the book, there is such a small line of writing. [But no one knows that Master Rayson has an identity in addition to being a great scholar. An even more mysterious identity. Li Lin's eyes lit up. "Ring Mage?. Maybe he misunderstood the old man who was greedy for money, but the other party still came up with some dry goods.

[Rayson listens to the most orthodox scholar!] In the era when the City of Scholars still existed, it can undoubtedly be called a bachelor, and it is also the original origin of the Ring Mage. The small handwritten lines of notes may have been written by Adolf.

Li Lin was sure in his heart that this book would definitely be fruitful, and he was even more overjoyed in his heart, and he couldn't stop praising the mentor's strength, saying that he was still scolding the old ghost who was greedy for money a moment ago.

"Origin? This is called, and there are bachelors? Is it the rank of a scholar? I don't know what position it occupies in the system of ancient scholars? "Good student Li Lin is full of curiosity. If it weren't for the wrong occasion, he would have continued to look at it a long time ago.

Towards evening, when Li Lin walked into the door of the dormitory building, the doorman who managed the dormitory called him to stop.

"Student Li Lin, you have a letter here. And a servant just brought something over. Come in and take it. "Uncle Janissary is a middle-aged man with messy hair and a rosacea. As he spoke, he was drinking with a wine bag in his hand, and he sounded a little slurred.

"Thank you." Li Lin smiled and nodded. Walked into the guard's room, took a small black package and a letter, and quickly returned to the dormitory.

Carefully closing the door, Li Lin put down the package and envelope in his hand, sat down in front of the desk with the book, and laid the book flat on the table. He took a deep breath and tried to calm his anticipation and excitement. I began to take a closer look at the old book again.

The brownish-yellow exterior depicts a vague and magnificent city on the front, which occupies almost half of the cover. In the lower right corner, a line in small print reads: Rayson Listen to Prabhu. The whole book is very thick, about the same as an English-Chinese dictionary. It weighs an estimated four or five pounds when picked up. Li Lin waited until his mood had completely calmed down, then he sat upright, stretched out his hand, and gently turned the first page of the book.

He had already read the introduction of the first page of the book in the carriage, and on the brown and yellow parchment of the second page, a large line of letters was written in the middle.

I'm listening, I'm thinking......

The handwriting is a little sloppy, and I don't know that I think it was dictated by Adolf, and it was inscribed by Sister Sophia herself. This quiet girl is good at everything, it's just this handwriting, and she really can't do it.

But it's not important, the important thing is that Li Lin suddenly found that he had an inexplicable familiarity with this book?! But after thinking about it for a long time, he still didn't figure out what the source of this inexplicable sense of familiarity was.

I'm listening, I'm thinking.

Li Lin looked at these lines, and a contemplative expression appeared on his face. He stared at the line with a frown for a long time, but did not turn the page.

In the evening, it became darker and darker outside. A little moonlight poured in through the window, casting a white mist over everything in the room. The yellow fire of the oil lamp on the table shone on Li Lin's face, and the eye sockets and under the wings of his nose showed black shadows.

After a long while, Li Lin slowly turned the next page. But his brow was still furrowed.

Finally arrived at the official content, this is a color picture, an old man wearing a gray robe, holding a book in his hand, sitting quietly behind a table, the old man has a scholarly face, a thin face, and a pair of black eyes are full of the power to see through everything, at this time those eyes seem to be looking at Li Lin. The color pictures are vividly drawn, and the portraits are as lifelike as living people. Li Lin's face changed slightly, and he leaned closer to his face to observe the picture carefully. Even the scholar's wrinkled face was drawn on it.

-- Raisen Listening to Prabhu

Call.....

A breeze blew in through the window.

The boring window was blown and slammed against the window lattice of the room. Li Lin hurriedly stood up, closed the window, and sat down again. When I looked at the page again, I was shocked.

On the page, the portrait of Raisen Ting Prabhu himself, his lips that had been tightly closed were slightly open at this time, and he looked at Li Lin, as if he wanted to say something.

"I'm thinking about ......" Li Lin suddenly remembered the sentence he had just seen, frowned and shook his head. Thinking about your mother, it's just a portrait, if it's not chicken soup for the soul, then it's pretending to be a ghost. At most, I deceive beginners who don't know anything, you ask me if I'm afraid, Lao Tzu tells you, Lao Tzu is not afraid! (It is said that in the previous life, since Hillary Clinton was defeated in the presidential election, Li Lin has been insensitive to things like chicken soup for the soul.) ）