After two glances, Yorkham Jones walked towards the innermost bookshelf marked 'Transcendent Age'.

Yorkham Jones was sure and certain that Professor Abbott must have been sitting at his desk at the innermost point of the shelf at this point, alone at a book called "The Extraordinary and Technological".

Walking to the marker, Yorkham Jones tilted his head slightly.

Professor Abbot was a very easily recognizable man, he was a little fat, a little short, he looked to be about seventy years old, and he had a very pronounced birthmark on the right side of his face.

The birthmark looks like a snake biting its own tail, or it can be said to be a ring.

There was no one around him, and the entire desk was just him, and although Professor Abble was calm, his hand holding the book had burst into green tendons.

After a few glances, Yorkham Jones took a copy of The Basic Grammar of the Gudava Language from the shelf and sat down across from Professor Abbot.

After quietly flipping through the pages for a few minutes, and seeing Professor Abbott put down the book, Yorkham Jones hurriedly spoke:

"Sir, I want to find some older texts, do you know where to find them?"

Professor Abbot, who was holding back his anger, smiled at Yorkham Jones and asked, after hearing the 'older text':

"The ancient Dawa language is the oldest preserved script today, it belongs to the greatest empire of the Third Age, 'Dawa', which is older than it, in this world, basically no one can understand it, what are you looking for it?"

Yorkham Jones immediately showed a look of despondency and sighed:

"Hey... It seems hopeless..."

With that, Yorkham Jones got up and walked out.

"What a strange person..."

Professor Abbot looked strangely at the back of Yorkham Jones's departure, muttered twice, and when he turned his head, he saw a blue piece of paper glowing green from where Yorkham Jones had been sitting.

Jialan paper...

Picking it up and looking at it suspiciously, Professor Abbot's eyes widened in surprise.

"Elf!"

With a whisper, Professor Abbot continued to watch, and when he saw the text at the bottom of the page, Professor Abbot's body suddenly trembled.

"There is salvation!"

After taking a few heavy deep breaths, Professor Abbott ran out of the library and stopped Yorkham Jones at the staircase.

After handing Yorkham Jones the greenish-fluorescent blue paper, Professor Abbott resisted his excitement and said with a smile and a kind countenance:

"Sir, your stuff has been dropped, and besides, I happen to have studied these words. ”

"Really, what does that say?" said Yorkham Jones, shaking Professor Abbott's hands excitedly.

Professor Abbot looked at Yorkhen Jones's performance, and a few hints of cunning flashed in his eyes, and he looked at Yorkham Jones with very serious eyes:

"Sir, you don't have to worry, the content of this page is incomplete, I wonder if the rest of the content is on you?"

"It's not on me..."

Yorkham Jones paused deliberately, waiting for Professor Abbot's eyes to show urgency before he continued:

"Of course I hid something so important. ”

"It's okay... It's fine..."

Professor Abbott quickly breathed two sighs of relief, and then grabbed Yorkham Jones and walked downstairs, saying as he went:

"Let's go, let's go get it. ”

Walking around the corner, Yorkham Jones suddenly stopped, and looked at Professor Abbott with a sly look that seemed to be smiling:

"Sir, you seem to want my heirloom! and, judging by your performance, you should know what it's worth..."

"So, old sir, in order that you will not deceive me, I am willing to sell it to you at a suitable price. ”

With that, Yorkham Jones pulled out two Wall charts and scratched them.

Looking at the change of face of Yorkham Jones, Professor Abbott was stunned for a long time as if he was watching a magician perform, and then replied:

"I can give you money, but you have to make sure that only I have seen this thing. ”

"Of course, I'm here to find someone who understands its value, and then sell it for a good price, so I'll show it to others!"

Yorkham Jones smiled slightly, then pulled back the blue paper from Professor Abbot's hand, and continued:

"Then Professor Abbot, all the contents are 5,000 Wall, and I know you have a separate villa on Phipley Street, where we are trading tonight. ”

"You investigated me?" Professor Abbott's eyes widened immediately.

"Of course, I also know that you are a big businessman, otherwise I would not have asked you to pay 5,000 wales, after all, a professor's annual income is only 800 wales. ”

Stooping and saluting, Yorkham Jones left with a wild laugh.

Looking at the back of Yorkham Jones walking away, Professor Abbott also showed a smile that bordered on madness, and at this moment, a monstrous storm was already blowing in his heart:

"In order to find a way to live a long life, I set up an archaeological team to study the Transcendent Era, and after decades of hard work, I just found a 'Grim Reaper', and when I was desperate, the perfect solution took the initiative to find the door..."

"It can't be such a coincidence, fate won't favor people like me, it must be such a coincidence, there must be some mysterious force that I don't know is calculating everything..."

After thinking for a moment, Professor Abbot looked at his wrinkled hands, and suddenly said coldly:

"The more material and physical scholars become, the more materialistic the soul becomes, and my chances of becoming transcendent are almost equal to zero, and this is the only chance I have been waiting for countless years to gamble on my life... Whatever you are, I'm waiting for you!"

...

Yorkham Jones, who was laughing wildly, fell silent when he walked to the stop sign.

Looking at the sudden gathering of dark clouds in the sky, Yorkham Jones looked back towards Library 7.

"Professor Abbot, every story is predestined, and the fish of fate has only modified these stories slightly to make them more vivid to read..."

"So, you will die under my gun, and you will be doomed. ”

...

After leaving St. Cotten's College on a mag-suspended bus, Yorkham Jones took a horse-drawn taxi to the main city of the Dome.

Having paid the fare of 6 Wake, Yorkham Jones once again complained about the slow and expensive horse-drawn taxis:

"If it weren't for the fact that the Light Force reserves are too small, I'd rather run by myself than take a carriage taxi!"

Walking into the Inquisition of the Temple of Light, Lux took the initiative to greet him.

Her nun costume has changed a lot today, and she looks more suitable for battle, but there is also a lot less cloth to cover her body, which can be described as holiness and temptation.

Feeling the power of light in Lux's body that was even more surging than himself, Yorkham Jones said with a gentle smile:

"Congratulations, Miss Lux. ”

As he spoke, Yorkham Jones held up the badge of light again and prayed:

"The goddess has one more believer, and the light has one more family. ”