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Volume 1 Chapter 110 Traces

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    This is what the old man called the library. It follows the simple and rigorous style of the alchemy room. There are only a dozen huge stone bookshelves and a single stone chair placed in the entire 400-square-meter standard rectangular indoor space.  .  The stone shelf is not wide, but its length and height cannot be underestimated. It spans the room like huge screens, leaving only two walkways less than two meters close to the walls on both sides of the room.

    The top is even connected to the roof. With Li Yan's current height of 1.85m, he could only touch the fourth floor of the stone shelf from top to bottom when he stood on tiptoe, and the interval between each floor of the stone shelf was half a meter.  It was filled with densely packed books and information recorded in animal skins piled into chops or rolled into rolls.

    Without the help of a mage, even if Li Yan grew to the height of Yao Ming, he would still be sighing while looking at the books on the top floor.  Don't think about solving the problem by climbing. The electric energy magic circle hidden on the stone shelf will make everyone who tries to do so want to die.

    The residents outside the tower spent three cycles of light and dark in the galaxy, but Li Yan, who was immersed in the sea of ??books in the tower, completely lost the concept of time, as if he had returned to the days in Master Meilin Tower, every book, every time  The piles of information attracted him.  With his quick-thinking memory and rapid understanding, the original questions were explained one by one, and he moved on to new questions, over and over again. The smooth feeling of understanding the thoughts was extremely wonderful.

    Unconsciously, he has laid a solid theoretical foundation in the field of magic circle.

    At the same time, this process of absorbing a large amount of magic-related knowledge also inadvertently brought many benefits to Li Yan's magic practice.  You must know that the field of magic is vast, and every step of the magician's improvement is not only related to spiritual power, deep consciousness and other major aspects, but also related to the properties of magic elements, the energy flow characteristics of the magic network, the arrangement of magic elements, mental power and deep consciousness.  These seemingly subtle details such as bias and so on are closely related, and every deepening of our understanding of them smoothes the rough road ahead.

    Because of this, Li Yan even thought that it would be nice to continue life like this. Of course, it was just self-deprecation. The strange old man who had disappeared for three days was pressing on his heart like a big mountain.

    "Outilu's "Essentials for Engraving Magic Circles", it seems you have a good taste." A hoarse, low voice suddenly echoed in the empty, quiet room, interrupting Li Yan's thinking. He turned around and saw that he didn't know where he was.  At that time, the strange old man was still wearing the black robe and stood in the shadow of the corridor with his back slightly hunched. He stood quietly for who knows how long, staring at him blankly, like a ghost.

    Li Yan was not surprised. He simply made a small hole in the right armrest of the stone chair with a simple "fossil into clay", placed a silver fork on it, then gently closed the book and stood up, carefully placing it on the seat of the chair.  He turned around and saluted the old man, and said with a smile: "Hello."

    "Hmm." The old man tilted his head and hummed noncommittally. He ignored Li Yan, turned around and said with a staggering step, "Finish your dinner quickly, half an hourglass at most."  I'll see you in the alchemy room then. And never misplace my collection again! Trust me, you won't like the taste of the 'Heart-Eating Curse'."

    As these words fell, a thick blue book flew out from the corner of the stone bookshelf where the fluorescent ball was shining. After changing positions with the equally blue companion on the right, he inserted it again.  Quietly fell into sleep.

    The sound of "papapapa" footsteps disappeared. After a long time, Li Yan turned his head slightly and looked at the two books that were exchanged and chuckled silently. The guess he made three days ago was once again confirmed. This old man is not crazy!

    As for why it became so weird.

    Subtle clues interspersed in my mind: Magister, skinny, body enclosed in robe, extremely hoarse voice, lifeless, stiff and clumsy movements, extremely easy to anger, dark fire, heart-eating curse, dark aura but not strong, and then  Plus forcing myself to learn the magic circle.

    After numerous analyzes and eliminations, the final answer emerged.

    'is that so?  ’ Looking at the charming brilliance of the silver fork in his hand flashing under the fluorescent light, Li Yan smiled and raised his eyebrows slightly: “Dinner time at half an hourglass is quite sufficient, thank you.”

    At half the hourglass hour, Li Yan chewed the large piece of barbecue in only half the time.

    By the time he walked out of the library, went up the spiral staircase to the alchemy room, and passed through the door disguised as a wall by the illusory magic circle, the time had just passed 1/3 of the hourglass, which was 20 minutes on earth.

    In front of the huge obsidian table, the old man lowered his head and fiddled with Li Yan on the table.

    Walking to one end of the stone table and standing still, Li Yan observed his movements carefully.

    At this time, there is a neat rectangular small stone slab lying flat on the table. The length, width and thickness are about the same as iph4 on the earth, and the surface is smooth.??rectification.

    A metal plier is clamping both sides of the stone slab, and the handle is hooked on the edge of the obsidian table like a big hook. There is also a screw hooked through the screw hole at the bottom of the stone table and nailed to the bottom of the table. It seems to be a screwdriver.  Fixed effect.

    The old man’s right hand is holding a small triangular-headed carving knife, and his left hand is holding a small magic pattern engraving pen and is working on the stone slab attentively.  It can be seen that a long dent has been scratched on the surface of the stone slab, and the dent has been filled with dark purple magic carving potion.  At this moment, under the control of the withered right hand, the small carving knife stabbed into the stone slab and moved steadily and firmly.

    Whenever the carving knife cuts across, the magic pattern engraving pen held in the left hand will quickly follow up and apply purple potion to the extended section of the dent.

    At this time, the old man’s skinny hands are no longer clumsy. Although they are a little stiff, they give people the feeling of holding a huge weapon with great skill and clumsiness.

    This is a kind of art. Li Yan stared closely at the old man's movements, reluctant to even blink his eyelids to remember every detail of this scene in his mind.

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    Thank you Xiaoshi full reward!

    ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Another bounty is being offered. Why did the weird old man, the Star Magister, become like this?  This question is quite difficult!

    Hahaha!

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