"What does this passage mean?" After hearing this, Mag was too lazy to continue to delve deeper and settled down to think.
McGonagall read "The Necronomicon" from Lovecraft's collection. When someone planted the myth of Crusu, he borrowed a collection from Lovecraft's collection from the library. He wasn't too interested in Western horror, so he just read a few short stories, looked through the illustrations, and then returned the book.
Even with his memory, he could only recall some fragments. The impression was not profound, but he remembered that passage very clearly.
Because he didn't do in-depth research, Mag didn't know much about the Crusu mythology system, but he also knew that the Old Ones occupied a very important position in the entire system, and he probably remembered the gods who had survived from ancient times.
"Could it be that that skeleton man is an old ruler, a god who survived from ancient times?" Mag whispered to himself. With his understanding of the Crusu system, there are only so many judgments he can make at present. .
The unknown mysterious existence, the strange black mist, can give others powerful power, and the ability to control everything with the power of the undead. All of this is indeed not something that a tenth-level strong person can do. The mysterious skeleton in the stone statue A person's strength should be above level ten.
That realm of strength known as extraordinary has never been proven to exist in this world.
"It seems that I have to make up for my mistakes in the future. Lovecraft, who claims to be the man of destiny, may really know something special." McGonagall thought thoughtfully, and then said to the system: " System, please pack me a copy of all the books on the Crusu mythology system."
"Host, this system..."
"According to the publishing price, 1 copper coin will be added to each copy." Mag said calmly.
"This system will pack it for you right away!" The system's voice immediately became attentive.
"Ding! 1,000 copies with Crusu elements have been successfully packaged, with a total price of 89,233 copper coins!"
"Ding! Deduction successful!"
"Ding! Delivered!"
Mag opened his eyes and looked at the thick stack that covered almost a whole wall, with many networks mixed into it. He couldn't help but feel a little headache. This dog system would never let go of any opportunity to make money.
"Forget it, let's read it tomorrow." Mag looked at the wall of books, hesitated for a while, and then lay back on the bed.
Although the Crusu myth may give him some inspiration, he does not think that the answer lies in these. The secret library may just borrow the passage from the "Necronomicon" as the answer. Whether it is closely related requires further understanding. .
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After a tiring day and smelling the fragrance of books and ink, Mag had a good sleep. When he opened his eyes the next day, he looked at the entire wall of books and rubbed his eyebrows with a headache. There were so many, Instead, I don’t know where to start.
"Let's cook first." Mag glanced at the alarm clock, went out and went downstairs. Just as he was about to enter the kitchen, he saw Jane standing in the yard rubbing the Holy Light. On her fingertips, a faint Holy Light was slowing down. Slowly condensing, as weak as a candlelight.
Jane's expression was particularly solemn and sincere, and she stared closely at the holy light, as if looking at her own faith.
"You learned it so quickly, your talent is really good." Mag glanced at Jane's gleaming horn, which also contained a bit of holy light.
These days, Mag has really seen the various magical uses of Holy Light. Light is always the fastest, and it has a very powerful restraint on the aura of the undead. He is happy to see a light demon appear, which is for the unknown. There may be a lot of help in the future.
"If there are really old rulers, then do the gods that magicians believe in really exist? The God of Light, the God of Life, the God of Fire... What is their relationship with those old rulers?" A question suddenly popped into Mag's mind. Although he had always thought that it was just a fixed spell cast by a magician, the answer he got from the secret library last night overturned many of his perceptions.
If the Great Old Ones are real, then the existence of gods is also acceptable.
"It's really a headache. I hope it's just a legend." Mag shook his head. He was also somewhat resistant to the unknown.
"The Old Ones, are they a new species? How is the meat quality? What is the fat content? Are there conditions for developing new dishes? Can they be cultivated on a large scale? Research on new recipes needs to be put on the agenda. Slice and make sashimi. ?Charcoal grill? Wrap in bread crumbs and fry until both sides are golden? Stir-fry?..."
Just when Mag was having a headache about the possible existence of the Old Ones, he didn't notice the strange text mixed with the data stream flowing through his mind like a waterfall.
The holy light in Jane's hand suddenly went out. She sighed in frustration. She looked up and saw Mag standing at the door. She blushed and stuttered: "Old... boss."
Mag came back to her senses after hearing the voice, and said with a smile: "Oh, Jane is very diligent, getting up so early to practice."
"I'm too stupid to learn well, so I have to get up earlier." Jane lowered her head in embarrassment and said. Compared with the boss lady, she is too stupid and can only light up a little bit of Holy Spirit. The light can't even illuminate the room.
"No, you are already great." Mag smiled and shook his head. Irina also praised Jane's talent on the road yesterday. "You can continue to practice. I will give you breakfast yesterday."
"Yes." Jane nodded and watched Mag enter the kitchen before continuing to light the holy light.
After breakfast, Mag went upstairs and read for a while, choosing a collection of Lovecraft's short stories. After all, he was the builder of Crusu's mythology system, and his books should have greater reference value.
At eight o'clock, Mag went downstairs to collect crayfish as usual, and Kital was still at the front, holding a net bag with more than a dozen crayfish in it.
"Boss, I caught thirteen crayfish today. Can I use these shrimps for practice?" Kital saw Mag and raised the crayfish in his hand with excitement.
"Absolutely." Mag nodded. It would be best if students bring their own ingredients.
"Okay." Kital put the crayfish aside, and then proactively started to help Mag pour the purchased crayfish into the pool, which was a big help to Mag.
Ivan, who caught four crayfish, quickly joined the team to help.
After the purchase of crayfish was completed, all ten apprentices arrived, and more or less all of them brought crayfish with them. This made Mag, who originally planned to continue reading the book, reluctantly choose to stay and start teaching everyone practical operations.
When cooking crayfish, heat is a crucial point.
Therefore, this morning Mag was going to teach everyone how to control the heat.
