When Barrett opened the diary on his desk, he finally knew that the tower he had broken into was not a forbidden castle sealed with treasures as he had originally thought, but a private mansion in the dark realm.

According to what the White Bone Naga said, the owner of this mansion did not know why, and he never came back after going out, which gave him an opportunity to take advantage of the uninvited guest.

Barritt, the thief who broke into the house, picked up the diary on the table, looked around again, and read it with curiosity without finding anything unusual.

The diary was quite heavy, and the brass metal cover had three iron chains, but the chains were not locked, but were somewhat messily entangled.

Most of the diary is covered, but the first half of the diary is written in the 'Old Lingua Franca'. This language is not much different in grammar from the 'lingua franca' used today, but it is very different in terms of vocabulary and meaning.

More than 80% of the ancient words are no longer used, and only some of the most commonly used words, such as: man, woman, something indescribable, child, etc., have been preserved.

So Barrett didn't know anything except the date 'Unknown Era (that word Barrett didn't recognize) March 2, '56', and a few phrases on it, such as 'I became,' 'came here,' 'Record some,' and 'my life,' and so on.

However, when he flipped it back, the language at the back of the diary became lingua franca.

"King Sester 863", the first page of the lingua franca diary only records the date, but there is no number of months and days, and it seems that for the owner of the diary, the passage of time of the month and day has become meaningless.

"Today is another day worth recording. When I opened the diary, I found that it had been thirty years since the last record! Is it thirty years? Maybe, if the pendulum in the lab hadn't gone wrong, I wouldn't have had to arrange for a silly skeleton to keep flipping the hourglass and carving the hourglass into the bone.

Fortunately, there are not many bones in this barren space, and I hope that the bones I have prepared will always be enough while I am sleeping, otherwise the skeleton will have to carve into my body. Maybe I should give it a name......"

There was a very heavy drop of ink here, which wet a small piece of paper, and it seemed that the owner of the diary subconsciously stopped the bone pen here and muttered for a long time.

"Forget it, what name do you want for a skeleton minion, I haven't even named those white bone nagas. The forty Naga corpses cost me a lot of money, but unfortunately only three of them were successfully transformed in the end, if I could have kept them in this plane and then transformed, maybe the success would have been greatly enhanced, but who can say what is going on in the world, I never thought that I would one day embark on the path of magic and eventually transform myself into a lich.

That's not bad, at least my brother doesn't have to worry about me coveting his throne. He was known as the great King of Sester, but I was always described as a non-professional, sorcery man.

Of course, this 'witchcraft' guy still exists, and although he can't be called alive, he at least has his own consciousness. And my brother, the exalted King Seist, may have long since found rest in the belly of a swarm of maggots. People always say that he is great and noble, but a great man should not occupy both of his mother's breasts (harmony) and his brother's head as a chair.

Look, look at what I've written, hundreds of years have passed, the kingdom may have already fallen, and I'm still struggling with these things that have been around for a long time, no wonder my magic has never grown much, and even regressed a little.

However, the reason for the regression really has little to do with me. When I learned about the reason, I was in a better mood somehow. If I had lips, they would have risen dramatically at this point.

Then again, I really should have found a servant who could fix something as delicate as a clock. Unfortunately, watchmakers were a very rare profession before I came to the plane, after all, most people don't care much about time, and of course, it is possible that they simply cannot afford to buy clocks. After all, being able to fill your stomach and stay away from wars and foreign invasions is already quite a happy life......"

Later, there was a long period of miscellaneous trivialities, most of which were memories of previous lives and some small complaints because of memories. After that, the diary owner wrote down the reason why it is "worth recording" today.

"At the Lich Gathering that just ended earlier, I learned from a Lich named Kilvin that the outside world seemed to have changed drastically. It was crazy that we magicians had unified the continent, and I thought at first that the lich named Kilwinter was crazy, because his behavior was a little suspicious, but the other lichs confirmed his claim, and they all knew about it for a long time.

This new language was invented by the empire established by the magician, and I plan to use this language to record it in the future, after all, the entire human race in the main material plane, and even many other races, have begun to use this language.

Is it true that there will be no more continuous wars? This is really a good thing for the common people. I have a lot of longing and yearning for this magician empire, but Kilwinter doesn't think so. He said that those imperial mages had actually torn apart the great magic web, no wonder I always felt a little obscure in using magic during this time, I originally thought it was because my magic skills had regressed after I woke up from my slumber. It's good that it's not because of my own ......."

Barrett flipped the page and continued reading.

"If the magic net is gone, it's gone, and being in this death plane doesn't have much impact anyway. And after I came in, I didn't plan to go back to the main matter plane force, so I didn't care at all. However, Kilwinter was very angry about this, and he wanted to call on everyone to resist those new mages who didn't need magic nets, but how should we resist them? If we return to the main material plane, we will definitely lose our ability to cast spells, and as for those new mages, can they still enter this death plane?"

"Even if they enter this plane, I don't think it's a big deal. If we do, I think we can get along very well. I'll start with a lingua franca 'hello' and wish I could still make a sound. ”

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