Pleasant and warm times always passed quickly, and after a few small talks, Wienerson said goodbye to Erin and Mies and walked briskly up to the second floor.

The curtains were opened, and warm sunlight filtered through the transparent glass and through the convex belly window, first occupying the wooden table and the bookshelves next to it, and then covering the room in bright colors.

The sun is really warm, and Faslanka is the warmest place in Greyvajo County.

Venason pulled out his chair and sat down in a good mood, and after stretching comfortably, he picked up Jason's journal that was placed on the table.

With the infusion of spiritual power and spiritual power, there was a buzz in the room, and a violent invisible whirlwind immediately erupted.

Venasson, who had been on guard, snapped his fingers with a snap of his fingers, and a clear and vague spiritual wall appeared on all sides, sealing tightly beside him, preventing this illusory whirlwind from blowing elsewhere and causing unnecessary trouble.

This is different from the previous spiritual wall that needs to be infused with a carving knife and sprayed thin, the spiritual master snaps his fingers and can directly build it, eliminating the cumbersome steps in the past, and with the spiritual power attached to the blessing, the spiritual wall is more solid.

The illusory whirlwind whirred for nearly ten seconds before it gradually stopped, and in the absolute silence of the spiritual wall, a "bang" sound suddenly popped out of the book, as if a switch had been turned on, and the pages that had been glued to the book turned strangely.

"It worked!"

Venason said slightly pleased, his gaze falling on the new page.

"On June 18th, I was recommended by Grant Stevenson, a full professor at the University of Faslangka, who invited me to be a visiting professor at the university, teaching students about archaeology, geography, and cultural relics.

"On June 20th, I went shopping with my dear Alice today, and I saw Mrs. Danielle with a big ass in the cloakroom of the department store, hehe, her ass is too big, maybe it's because she is cheating on her husband behind her back?"

"Yesterday, uh, no, it was the day before yesterday, and the friends in the Tyrannosaurus bar were still talking about how horny and hot Danielle this bitch was in bed, and sure enough, even in the kingdom of Ghent, no one can stand empty and lonely days, if there is a chance, I want to give it a try."

Do you want to give it a try too?

No, Jason's old father's taste is too ......

Then again, with this kind of grim humor, I now probably know who Gropius is.

In a certain case, it's simply a copy of Jason, speaking in a similar tone, and the style of doing things is still unclear, and I don't know if it will be emotionally ......

Wait, doesn't Gropius like Mrs. Big Ass too?

Venason inhaled to himself, and he suddenly felt a toothache.

"On June 23rd, Grant Stevenson approached me again, this time without mentioning the university, but inviting me to a Friday party and telling me that he would bring out his long-cherished Rust red wine."

"He obviously knew that I was a drinker, and he tried to get me drunk, and then he signed a contract to teach at a university while I was drunk, huh, was he taking me for a fool? Or is my reputation for not pouring a thousand cups in vain? ”

"On the evening of June 23rd, I actually didn't averse to teaching at the university, but the Kingdom of Root is different from that in China on Earth, the "professor" here is not only a title, but also an equivalent position, that is to say, there can only be one professor in a university or a department, and the associate professor has to rely on time to get up if he wants to become "positive", or find a relationship to squeeze the other party away, and he may not even be able to eat with his strength.

"Associate professors are still like this, not to mention guest honorary professors, I don't covet fame, but Lao Tzu's knowledge is much higher than the knowledge of those obscene old birds, why should they be under their hands, and it is a big joke to spread it."

Old father Jason, are you sure it's really not for fame?

Why do I feel like you just can't get the title of full professor, so you don't want to go?

And the name of this thousand cups of not getting drunk, are you sure it's not self-appointed? I remember the last time I was a non-famous archaeologist, and now I have another Dionysian name......

"On June 27th, I drank too much yesterday, and I actually slept all night on the toilet in the bathroom with Mrs. Sriffin Mariech, but fortunately Alice was not there, otherwise she would have killed me."

"But it wasn't for nothing to go out to a party and drink yesterday, and in that party, I met a demigod-level clergyman who had been hiding in the merchandise area, and I hadn't found it before? This shouldn't be, I'm in the middle of a powerful clergyman's ranks. ”

"After thirty years, I asked him something that had been bothering me."

"Why is it that the clergy, after touching the blasphemous cards, can acquire and master all kinds of mystical and transcendent powers, and where did the original source of these powers or knowledge come from? Did the sages risk their lives and find out little by little, or did it come from something else? ”

"He told me that there are roughly three aspects, one is what I call the explorations of the sages, the second is the gift of the ancient gods, and the third is the 'whisper' that I always hear when touching the profane cards."

"Those whispers that drive people crazy are not always meaningless, probably occasionally, those whispers still tell about secret oracles, no one knows where these whispers come from, only those who have been listening for a long time will grope for a trace, of course, when you find a trace, it is not surprising that you should be hovering on the edge of madness or degeneration into a monster."

In that crazy whisper, there is a hidden oracle? But does long-term listening lead to madness and depravity?

Venason suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of horror, and every time he entered the mysterious old royal court, he could always hear the murmurs of the illusion.

Although these babbling words now do not have much impact damage to his mental state, if the records in the diary are true, sooner or later, he will fall into the endless abyss.

The old royal court was indeed very mysterious and extraordinary, and it also helped me step into the transcendent world, but every time I went in and heard those things, these strange origins, and the lack of understanding of "things" always made people fearful.

From the inexplicable crossing of the graduate school entrance exam, to the inexplicable addition of a bronze ring on his hand, to the time when he was able to travel into the mysterious, dreamy, and unknown old royal court after rubbing the ring, Venason shivered uncontrollably and shivered in the warm sun.

He once heard someone say something like this:

"The oldest and strongest human emotion is fear, and the oldest and strongest fear is the fear of the unknown"

Outside the window, the sun was shining, covering the desk with a bright veil, and Venason stared at the journal in his hand, but could not turn a page.

Call... Sure enough, Jason's old father said that the words were all tainted......

"Smack!"

Venason closed the diary, there seemed to be some kind of obscurity in the words just now, his spirit was exhausted at the moment, but he relaxed a little, and immediately felt a surging tide of exhaustion welling up, making his eyelids heavy like cement watering, and he couldn't stop drooping and closing his eyes.