Gently stroking the pages, Dai Lan's heart could not be calmed for a long time. Fingers rustle back and forth on the spine of the book.

Looking at the deep and shallow words in the Gailk language in front of me, it seems as if the things recorded on them were just yesterday. Every great figure in history stands in front of him.

"I'm going to carry on science and magic." Dai Lan faded from his excitement at this moment, and his heart was like water.

He could not allow the efforts of generations of leaders and people of the Cyan Alliance to be destroyed under the oppression of the so-called orthodox magicians.

Although his eyes were a little uncomfortable, he still lit the oil lamp and continued to flip through the contents.

He found that from the second half of the book onwards, the confessional narrative was gone. Instead, there are a few bits and pieces of magic terms and formulas.

With the help of Murray, the butler, Dai Lan struggled to translate.

"The aria of magic not only helps you guide your blood and qi to wander, but also cleanses your soul! Dear boys, let science magic defeat inspiration once and for all! Only by using science can you save magic! ”

"When you meditate, gather your breath in the left alveoli and atrium, and with the power of the aria, unleash the stars of the forest."

"Maybe you don't have enough magical talent, but relying on the lever principle of mechanics, even if you are like a duckweed, you can still unleash the Fantasy Sea Tide. And what you need to do is to distribute the energy in your body to the original normality of your body. ”

Like a dumb riddle, most of the narratives are too complicated for Dai Lan, who is new to magic.

He searched from front to back, and the book was a book of wind, water, fire, earth, wood, ice, thunder, darkness, and light magic. It basically contains all the types of magic on the market. It's just that Dai Lan doesn't know how to practice.

A little discouraged for a while, he sighed, and Dai Lan rubbed his scalp helplessly. It seems that there are cheats, and magic is not so easy to learn.

It turns out that the stories are all lies.

Countless classic scenes in time-traveling novels and TV series are forced to jump off a cliff helplessly, but in a cave that only the protagonist can find, he found a magnificent book and practiced his skills.

This, all him. Mom is!

Seeing that the subject was a little disheartened, Murray suddenly said, "My dear Mr. Dai Lan, you have behaved very badly. In the past, when the Lord of the Golden Alliance and I communicated privately, we were still very pessimistic about us people in the 21st century traveling back to the Middle Ages. It's because we have so few inspiration cells in our heads. And this is precisely the era of spelling magic and spelling magic cells. ”

Dai Lan was noncommittal, just blinking quietly.

Murray paused for a moment and continued: "Just the first time you came to the Middle Ages, from the time you landed in the wormhole in the sky, every step was unexpected and wonderful. You always give me extra expectations! ”

Dai Lan smiled faintly, the corners of her mouth curved, and sighed slightly: "Maybe." ”

He flipped through the book aimlessly, and in the last few pages, something different appeared.

The narration-like text was suddenly less in favor of large blocks of Roman numerals and symbols. With the help of a large dictionary in the Gaelke language, Dai Lan found that the names of some plants appeared on the pages.

"Dear Mr. Dai Lan, I look at these as if they are chemical equations!" Murray exclaimed.

Dai Lan nodded vigorously: "Well, it seems to be." This book is truly special. The history of the Sain Alliance is described in the front, and in the middle is advanced magic, and at the end it is actually recorded in chemistry. Mu ** family, can you tell what equations these are? ”

"I'm sorry, Mr. Dai Lan, but I don't know anything about chemistry!"

Suddenly, Dai Lan pointed to a place in the book and said, "Look! The medicine of life = oriental willow bark + refining time! ”

Murray followed Dai Lan's prompt to "look", and there were indeed these words written there, followed by some unintelligible symbols. However, inferring from the context, it should be the temperature and time of refining the drug.

Isn't this the recipe used by aspirin (similar to penicillin, which is a special medicine for reducing fever and anti-inflammatory) in later generations?

Dai Lan was excited. Only then did he realize that the last few pages of the book were densely recorded with drugs for knights to heal injuries and mages to restore magic cells!

"It's a fortune." Dai Lan said to himself with certainty.

In a world of magic and force, medicine to increase potential and heal internal and external injuries is both a luxury and a necessity.

The medicine that can quickly restore the magic cells damaged by excessive magic cultivation, the Cultivation Pill, has been fried for three gold louis last week, and it is still in the case of a way.

The usual gold sore medicine in the black market in Luther is not less than a silver crown.

Dai Lan faintly felt that the efficacy of the drugs recorded in the book was far beyond the ordinary pills on the market. As long as it is recorded in the book and the ratio is appropriate, the medicine produced will definitely have great prospects.

Of course, the premise is that the book is true and credible.

For this, in fact, Dai Lan is not particularly worried. He carefully identified the notes of the equations, which were clearly written by different people. It must be the alchemy experience of the leaders or deacons of the various generations of the Sain Alliance, and it must not be wrong.

Thinking of this, Dai Lan was a little uncomfortable.

Perhaps you can rely on the knowledge of drugs in this book to enrich the party, ascend to the throne, and if you are lucky, it is very possible to become an outstanding magician. However, none of this was what he wanted.

The only thing Dai Lan wants to do now is to find Bruno and find Joyna as soon as possible. Return to that desperate world of 21st-century zombies.

Then again, isn't this ancient Middle Ages an end times?

Endless killing, cultivating magic and over-consuming magic cells, I really don't know how long the world in front of me will last.

Closing this "Selected Tang Poems", Dai Lan carefully pinned it behind him.

With a few slices of salami bacon and a few baked potatoes, Dai Lan counted his plans for the near future.

In two days' time, Miss Emily's noble royal cousin will visit. Now Celtic Castle is busy up and down. Thinking that poor Emily was about to get a chance to test her magic, Dai Lan felt a little comforted.

On the side of the Sain Alliance, Old Mage Andrew arranged for the frivolous, unstable Carrick to spy on his cousin. Dai Lan only hoped that there would be no chaos at that time.

Dai Lan hoped at this time that he could do something just right in this matter in order to hook up with Bruno. After all, the name of an elemental mage is completely deceptive, and it is impossible to count at all. It's okay to blind Andrew's old fool, in front of the senior mage, the diorama will be dismantled immediately.

Immediately, the owner of the de Broglie tavern, Remy's pointed jawed face, appeared in front of him again......