Perched in the corner is a sideways statue of Gabreel, the goddess of wisdom, with her head slightly hung and her expression solemn. Diamond-shaped crystals representing the four elements are carved above the head, and on the palms of the delicate and graceful vestments are held barrel-shaped scrolls engraved with runes, and a long staff with radial rays carved on the head of the staff.

The whole statue is very large, almost integrated with the vertical wall, and becomes one of the most important components of the study, and the carving is extremely exquisite, whether it is the demeanor of the goddess or the texture of the vestment, it shows the most holy beauty. At this time, the snow-white stone is coated with a soft halo of sunlight outside the window, and I don't know if it is an illusion or what, you seem to be able to see infinite compassion and majesty that seems to come from the supreme heaven in the light that emanates from her face.

Generally speaking, it is very common to have a statue of the main god in the study that represents one's beliefs. Such customs were ubiquitous on the continent of Eloline, so when Zar and the half-elves began to search for the big book, they almost completely ignored the statue in the corner.

In fact, it was Zal himself, who didn't pay much attention to it when he cultivated last time, on the one hand, because his belief system had nothing to do with the Lord God of Wisdom. On the other hand, it is best to maintain a certain amount of respect and distance for the statues of gods that others may pray for in the morning and evening, because it is a relatively good thing for any race.

However, after being reminded by the half-elf, Zar felt that this idol was indeed a very good hiding place, at least judging from the old moon demon's style, he was very likely to do so.

Pausing in front of the idol, the half-elf looked up at the statue of the Lord God of Wisdom, and he was silent for a moment before whispering. "Forgive me for being disrespectful, in the name of finding the truth...... he raised his hand and tapped lightly on the pedestal and the idol, followed by several dull soft sounds. "Dense stone...... There doesn't seem to be a dark lattice or interlayer......"

"Maybe we're on the wrong track?" said Zar, looking at the half-elf's back.

"Maybe......" Cadius said, taking a few steps backwards and stooping down a few random sweeps from the floor. Grabbing a puff of white ash, he walked over to the idol again. "As long as there is something hidden, there must be a trace. It's like looking for a fallen leaf in the forest, it's not the vast forest that's scary. It's whether we can find the right way......" The half-elf muttered to himself, raising his palm and blowing, only to see the dust rising from the clouds of dust stirring out, tumbling, and rushing towards the statue of the Lord God.

"And ......" the half-elf's voice grew lower. A pair of falcon-like eyes filtered every inch of the idol's texture from top to bottom. Zar, who was lying on the desk behind him, stared with bated breath, not daring to make a sound, until Cadius's gaze jumped suddenly, and the half-elf's slightly excited voice sounded again. "With your eyes, find it ......"

As he spoke, the half-elf reached out and grabbed the round head of the scroll in the idol's hand—the dusty area was unnaturally twisted and looked like a mutilated fingerprint or two. After tugging at first, and seeing that he didn't move, Cadius twisted it back slightly.

"Click......

A sudden muffled sound startled both the half-elf and the zal. I saw that the upper edge of the square pedestal of the statue of the god had a gap popping out of the stone edge facing the half-elf, which looked like a stone drawer that had been opened by a mechanism.

"Be careful, Mr. Ulez is still a pharmacist...... "Zal immediately reminded behind.

The half-elf stretched out two fingers and wiped it on the edge, and found that there was not a single speck of dust. "Don't worry, if it's a surgical note or a reference book, I'll be going to read or write it from time to time," he said with a smile, gently pulling out the drawer, "This kind of item must be kept in a different way than a mausoleum or a treasure...... The latter did not want to be disturbed by outsiders. And the former, unless our old moon demon even has to guard against himself, he won't set up some strange things......"

After the half-elf finished speaking, his hands reached into the "drawer". With a little force, he pulled out a large and heavy book from it. "I think that's what you're talking about......" He turned and shook the large book twice in Zal's sight.

The black leather cover with brass inlaid corners is slightly yellowed. Seemingly hand-torn parchment, Zar could almost immediately tell that the large book was the one he had seen on his desk. "Yes, that's it, and you can't be mistaken!" he said.

"Indeed, it's very difficult to remember such a big book...... "The half-elf monster laughed, seemingly a little incomprehensible to the Moon Demon Clan's almost paranoid way of binding books. "Only the moon demons or humans are so fond of 'books' in the strict sense of the word! orcs will write on animal skins or bones, dwarves will use paper-thin stone tablets, and the Eric people love their 'iron lines...... And our wood elves, the bark and broad leaves of the ancient tree with magic patterns are the best choice! elegant, lightweight, and incorruptible for thousands of years...... Praise to the gifts of Gorintia ......"

As Zar smiled wryly, the half-elf thud and placed the large book on the desk. "Come on, let's see what's in this big, lavishly decorated book. As he spoke, he flipped one part of the book to the other, and of course, Zar twisted his head curiously, and his gaze fell on the flipping parchment.

It is a book written in the Elohi language of the Moon Demon Clan, and is full of countless illustrations, notes, diagrams, and a large number of miscellaneous surgical notes and anatomical legends. After a while, Zar looked away from it with a splitting headache, he was not proficient in the Ilohi language, and he had no problem dealing with some daily communication, and it was a little difficult to look through such a highly specialized book.

However, the half-elf's expression gradually became solemn with the sound of flipping books in the room, and this change also attracted Zal's attention. "What's wrong?" he asked Cadius.

The half-elf shook his head with a frown. "No, it......'s nothing," he explained, before he could finish speaking, "No, I mean...... For Gorintia's sake, this book is a priceless treasure! Hell, this Mr. Ulez is not just a scholar, and it is not an ......exaggeration to say that he is a genius."

"Hundreds of high-end agents that have been tested and proven to work, dozens of unheard-of multi-drug combinations, countless surgical notes, and outrageous anatomical legends...... There is even a special section in the book that deals with orthodox theology and classical philosophy...... "The speed of the half-elf book is getting faster and louder.

"This guy is a true genius! And tell me. Such a genius was not lifted above his head, but instead nested in Wind Cliff City for decades! Ha, how ridiculous! No matter how big the mistake he made, compared to his contributions. It's not worth mentioning at all!" the half-elf sarcastically said again, "What's even more ridiculous is that he ended up being killed! by a bunch of idiots with muddy brains!haha...... They don't even know what advanced pharmacy is!"

Listening to the hysterical roar of the half-elves, Zal was silent and did not speak, or he simply did not know what to say. Is the old moon demon a genius? Zal would not deny it at all, although he had not seen the "exorcist concoction" that led Ulez to come to Windy Cliff City. But the other finished product, which Zar had personally learned, had almost died in the little red potion.

As for whether the old moon demon has made mistakes, Zal will not deny it. While Zar can't fully agree with the half-elf pragmatists, he agrees that Ulez's should not be brutally killed for whatever reason. This is also one of the important reasons why Zal always insists on avenging the old moon demon.

Just when Zal was slightly distracted. The half-elf's roar stopped abruptly. "What is this?" he said, his voice a little confused, holding a page tucked into the book, as he flipped through the suddenly rolled up pieces of paper. "It doesn't seem to be the old moon demon's handwriting......" his words caught Zal's attention.

Zal's gaze fell on the page where the big book had stopped, and he was stunned when he saw the black cross delicately outlined in the eagle feather pen—exactly the same as the one on the back of the Knight of Order's hand. "This is the page, this is the Black Cross!" he said aloud, tapping his chin to the parchment.

"It's indeed the 'Sanction Black Cross'......" the half-elf said with a frown, and then shook the piece of paper in his hand a few times, "What about this? ”

Zal remembered the recipe that the old moon demon had raised. "This should be the reason why Mr. Ulez was killed," he whispered with some difficulty...... An incomplete potion formulation. ”

"Recipe?" the half-elf looked at the handwriting on the piece of paper with some confusion, "Sandwalker's venom glands, mist vines, burning star grass, and night stone crystal powder...... There is also a lot of material that has not been heard of at all...... You say it's a potion recipe?" said Kadius had a look of disbelief on his face.

Zal nodded. "That's right, the last commission Mr. Ulez received from the Brotherhood of Ironstone," he said. "A very strange recipe, it's just a part of the medicinal base, and I don't know the rest...... But it seems that because of this, the old moon demon and his brother had a conflict, which finally led to him being killed. He called this finished product an unforgivable mistake......"

Zar paused and continued, "As for the finished product, I've already learned it. The effect is very exaggerated, and it can make a seriously injured guy regain exponentially increased combat power and vitality. He glanced at himself and gestured, "I was beaten like this, and it has something to do with this finished product." ”

"Can a seriously injured guy regain his combat effectiveness?" the half-elf raised an eyebrow and said in some surprise, "If you hadn't told me in person, I would have taken this description as a dream," he looked at the piece of paper in his hand, "Similar combat skills are not without ...... in the blessed power of various races"

Cadius pondered. "For example, the 'Wind Guardian' in our Elven Race's 'Natural Gift' can instantly increase the combat power of the releaser...... "But it doesn't rely on the power of blessing or even spiritual power at all, and only uses potions to achieve this effect, which is a bit appalling." ”

Zal didn't refute, for he couldn't imagine at first that the finished product that Ulez was talking about turned out to be the effect. "I don't want to believe it, but that's the way it is. He said, returning his gaze to the page. "Is there any other information on it?"

The half-elf put the piece of paper aside and continued to read along the old moon demon's handwriting. "His handwriting is sloppy, I'll look at ......," he recognized.

"Where did this recipe come from?"

"Why is the blending so weird?"

"Lord God, is this such a complex recipe just a 'Storm Vine Solution' with discounted effects?

"No, it must be wrong...... Isn't the recipe complete? Damn the Brotherhood...... What the hell do you want me to concoct?......"

“......”

The half-elf's voice suddenly stopped, and Zar asked a little strangely, "What's wrong? Why don't you read it?" On the other hand, Cadius's face showed a look of struggle, as if he was a little hesitant. Eventually, however, he set up the big book and placed it directly in front of Zal.

In the middle of the parchment, Zar saw a name framed in countless shades of handwriting: the Crystal Distillery of Szogne. This was followed by a disheveled phrase, "Punish me, Body of Light...... Punish me, Lord God of Heaven!What have I done!...... have I done?"

Underneath these handwritings was the "Black Cross of Sanctions", and once again a deeply written phrase appeared. "In the name of Gabriel, all evil will be defeated...... and then a line, "I swear with my blood and my life before the gods of heaven and hell!

"Even if it costs my dirty life, I will not hesitate to do it!"

After reading it, Zal took a deep breath, he seemed to be able to feel the anger and despair of the old moon demon from the force that penetrated through the back of the paper. "He knew what the finished product was, and he knew that behind the Brotherhood was the Archon......" he said in a hoarse voice.

"He's got a plan, and, very dangerous," the half-elf said, pausing, "but he's not telling you the truth, is he?"

Zal shook his head. "Didn't tell Gavira ...... either"

"The more you know, the more dangerous it becomes......," the half-elf let out a sigh, "He let you complete the mission, didn't he? It seems that he didn't want you to take your own ......lives to avenge him," he chuckled, "I shouldn't have let you see the name, I shouldn't have ......"

"It's late, it's already too late when they kill the old moon demon. Zar smiled instead, he didn't have to look for any clues, everything was just laid out in front of him - the crystal distillery of Szogne.

"What are you going to do?"

"Heal your injuries, find out the truth, and kill back!"

"Ha, this is the third time today, and in the name of Gorinthia, I'm not surprised!" the half-elf laughed and tore off the page with the name of the place. "In the case of the 'Good and Great' Zal, you will return this book to Gavila, because it is too important, and it is the most precious legacy of the Old Moon Demon. He said as he folded the recipe and torn pages into his pocket, "And you're not going to involve that wood elf, are you?"

"Haha, that's right!" Zar laughed, "You know me, Mentor!"

The half-elf smiled as well, turned around and picked up the green potion on the small table, and brought it to Zhal. "Praise the Lord God, I actually saw my conscience on the 'condemnation platform'!" he sarcastically said, "Boy, you might as well change your name to 'Hero'...... Or write it on the door of your head!"

"Well, I'm complimenting you ......," Zar said, opening his mouth and letting the half-elf pour the potion he had drunk for four years. This time, though, he tasted something strange inside. "What is this?"

"Something that will get you well soon! is it strange?" the half-elf wondered.

"No, I mean something else in there. ”

"Oh, that's going to shut you up so I can be quiet for a while......" The half-elf shrugged his shoulders and said nonchalantly.

"Thank you!" the last syllable popped out of Zal's mouth, and he smiled as his eyelids grew heavier and heavier. (To be continued.) )