"With so many bard books, how can I find the record of that hero? This is simply impossible..."
After passing through the gate of another dimension and arriving at the library of the Negon royal family, Jadet couldn't help but let out a deep sigh.
"You look a little embarrassed, what happened?"
A familiar voice reached Jadeite's ears. He turned around and saw a man who was flipping through a book in front of a huge bookshelf. The man's body was shrouded in a dark blue robe. Through the firelight, he could see To that pale and bloodless face.
"Lord Moriel asked me to look up the records of an ancient hero from the stories of the bards. How is this possible?" Jadet showed a wry smile, but his eyes did not relax at all, and he kept looking at the various places in the library. He still maintained respect for Moriel in his words.
"Don't be nervous. Except for the Void Demon Eye, all the surveillance methods of those magicians have been covered by me. They can't hear your voice. You can say whatever you want." The man under the cloak laughed. said.
"It's better to be careful." Jadet shook his head and felt the faint gaze on him in the void. He let out a cold snort, then reached out and took out a brown cover from the bookshelf, with a bit of anti-corrosion magic. Read the medicinal-smelling classics slowly.
While he was flipping through the book absentmindedly, he asked: "Speaking of which... is everything you said before about that giant hand certain?"
"Of course." He raised his giant hand, and the man under the cloak became more energetic. "Thanks to you, I was able to get that undead creature. After careful research, I can't be wrong. It is an undead formed in the field. There are already people. From spiritualism comes mastery of the realm of death.”
"Realm..." Recalling the giants he had seen before, Jadet couldn't help but sigh in his heart. All the creatures that died beside him would stand up again in the form of undead creatures. That was clearly the power of the domain, "We It took so much effort to discover that the realm is the key to transcending the legend. Even you haven’t mastered the realm from spiritualism, how could that person do it?”
The man shook his head: "Are there still few people with extraordinary talents in this world? The realm of death has been mastered by that giant. I cannot obtain the same realm as him from spiritualism, but the giant you brought back The hand still gave me a lot of inspiration, and soon I will be able to completely improve the ritual of the endless night..."
Listening to the man's story, Jadet also had a look of longing on his face: "Both I and you have been waiting for that moment for too long! By then, the whole world will have changed because of us. Our name will be heard by all creatures, and no creature can stop us!"
There was fire in the man's eyes, as if he was yearning for everything Jadet said.
Thinking of the terrifying big red dragon, Jadet's expression darkened again. He still had tasks to complete.
With a sigh, Jadet no longer disturbed the man who was studying the sorcery classics, and instead focused on browsing the contents of the bard's classics in his hand.
Soon, he sneered a few times, and the movements in his hands became unconsciously heavier. The sound caused by the constant turning of pages attracted a sideways glance from the man not far away, and asked: "What's wrong? You seem to have a good grasp of the classics in your hands." Opinion."
"Of course I have an opinion." Jadet couldn't help but said, "Although I have known for a long time that those bards' stories are unreliable, I didn't expect them to be so outrageous. I want to start from them. Finding out the identity of the hero in these classics is simply a fantasy."
He quickly flipped through the classics in his hand, pointed to one of the passages and said:
"Do you know what is written on it?' When the epidemic ravaged the Holy Kingdom, the devil born from the disease came to the world, and the Holy Kingdom was in danger, the bright hero who was not afraid of hardships and was powerful faced the disaster alone. source, his blade sliced open the sky, the ancient evil fell, and the hero of light continued on his journey without seeking honor.'"
"'When the ancient lich roamed the world, disturbing the balance of death and life, and the holy kingdom was in danger, the bright hero with a face like thunder and eyes like flames faced the source of the disaster alone, and his sword blade cut through the darkness , the evil lich fell, and the hero of light continued on his journey without seeking honor.'"
After reading this, Jadet threw the classics in his hand on the ground angrily: "The bedtime stories my grandmother told are more reliable than this! It is simply impossible to find the identity of the bandage man from these classics of."
The tome tumbled on the ground several times before finally falling at the feet of the cloaked man.
The man stretched out his hand, and the classics flew into his hands, and he could see the cover of the classics clearly.
"The Legend of the Heroes of Light? This is the work of the greatest bard, Sasha. In the past, when we were still in Bracada, during every celebration, a troupe would come to the academy to perform related stories. Don't you remember? "?" He gently wiped the cover of the classics and brushed away the dust on the surface.
"Of course I remember it, but the content above is too outrageous, and it doesn't help me restore the past history at all." Jadet said helplessly.
This book records all the great deeds performed by the so-called heroes of light in order to maintain the peace of the Holy Kingdom. From destroying demons in the depths of hell to killing evil lichs, they are just chants no matter how you look at them. The bard's random story had no credibility for Jadet, who wanted to inquire about the identity of the bandaged man in past history.
What makes Jadet even more helpless is that most of the books in the library are stories made up by bards. Those detailed and precious historical records were all burned in the battle between Moriel and Hardwood.
The stories of these bards can be preserved mostly because their value is too low and they have never been taken seriously by others. Even if the books are burned, they will not be able to turn to them. This allows them to escape disaster.
After wiping the dust off the surface of the classic, the man put the book into the space ring: "It seems that you won't read this book anymore. Widnina likes the story of the hero of light very much, so I took this book with me."
Having said that, he had no intention of asking Jadet for instructions. Even when he started to speak, the classics were put into his space ring, leaving no room for refutation.
Jadet shrugged indifferently and turned his attention to other books on the bookshelf, hoping that the other books could help him find out the identity of the hero.
