Candlelight book club? Sean was unheard of.
Although this organization sounds a bit mysterious and... high-end, there are risks in joining an organization, so Sean did not agree immediately.
Although there is a sense of fate that cannot be violated, Sean, who is cautious by nature, believes that he should know more before making a similar decision.
Pompeii only made an invitation and did not say anything to solicit or encourage at this moment.
Sean could also tell that this organization didn't care about the growth of the number of members, they just wanted to gather like-minded people.
Pompey continued: "If you are willing, the initiation ceremony is simple - I will guide you to find a book of your own, and when you get it back, you will be considered an initiate."
Sean realized something keenly: "What type of books are they generally?"
"Usually, you explorers will call such books 'special research ancient books'." Pompeii said calmly.
Specializing in ancient books? Under the mask, Sean took an unnoticeable breath.
It is precisely because of having her own ancient books that she specializes in that only Queen-level Catherine was able to stop Phinks for a period of time...
Compared with "belief gain", the improvement that a "specialized study of ancient books" can bring is much more terrifying.
Judging from the degree of power improvement, a thoroughly researched ancient book can be equivalent to a B-level or even A-level mysterious heritage.
So this is fate? Sean's eyes flashed imperceptibly.
He suddenly thought that what Pompeo said before made sense. The reason why he inadvertently saved the other person, and the two of them chatted so well that the old man came up with the idea of recruiting him to join the candlelight reading club, was all due to fate!
It's not because he can get his own ancient books that he specializes in. Sean just feels that he must follow the guidance of fate at this moment.
You shouldn’t shrink away from a small risk and miss the rare opportunity to meet your peers.
Sean nodded repeatedly, feeling that his thinking was very reasonable.
His demeanor was calm, and he seemed to have thought deeply before he said slowly: "I also have that feeling of destiny. Although I don't know much about the Candlelight Reading Club, I have a hunch that we have similar temperaments and aura. It was a natural fit and it was only a matter of time for me to join the reading club."
As if he saw through Sean's mind, Pompeo suppressed a smile for a while, and then said: "Okay, no matter what the reason is, you just want to join.
"Actually, the reason why I invited you to join the book club is because of my selfish motives.
“One of the senior members of the book club is Alicia Pompeo, who is my granddaughter.
"She doesn't know I'm here." Pompeo blinked his twinkling eyes, "If you meet her later, please tell her I'm here as a colleague.
"I don't have much time - if I can see Alicia again before I leave, I'll be satisfied."
Sean stopped joking and nodded seriously.
"Stop talking about this." Edvar Pompey stood up and waved his hand, "I will have another crazy attack later.
"Let's go find your book."
Pompeii walked ahead with a lantern, leading Sean through the darkness.
They reached the first floor stairs leading to the original basement.
Only then did Sean realize that the light from the lantern in Pompeii's hand seemed to dispel the evil feeling that had been lingering in the old book cemetery.
The lantern seemed to be a mysterious legacy that had been purified.
"The light of reason?" Sean secretly speculated, "The light emitted will make all irrational things retreat or even disappear?"
If that's the case... Sean feels the light of the lantern soothing him, it's probably a B-level mysterious inheritance!
Sean couldn't help but worry that if other explorers discovered Pompeii and his lantern, it might be detrimental to the old man.
But... Sean shook his head. He thought of the twisted figure in the mushroom room, which should be the "misguided autodidact" Duke mentioned before.
Strange things have become servants who help Pompeii grow mushrooms.
In this crisis-ridden ruins, even if he becomes crazy, he can still live freely... Although Pompeii is not a explorer, I am afraid that his majesty and self-preservation ability have reached the Ace level.
With his thoughts up and down, Sean followed Pompeo to a door in the basement.
“There once was an archaeologist named Lures Milton at the New Testament Institute of Ancient Culture.
“He traveled around the world and collected many ancient books and artifacts from different civilizations, which he stored in this room in the basement of the former municipal library.
"It is precisely because of the temptation of these ancient knowledge that led to the crisis of the advent of an evil god and the collapse of the library.
“The special team of the Explorers Association went deep into the ruins after the subsidence and removed all the important documents in this room.
“However, for some reason… they left behind some very important ancient books.
“Even after so many years, no one is aware of this problem.
"I think it would be very appropriate to acquire one of these books as your initiation..."
As he spoke, Pompeii took out an ancient, huge copper key and opened the thick wooden door that had been dusty for a long time: "Follow the guidance of your heart and find your book..."
"Remember, you can only choose one."
Sean walked into the room holding an ordinary oil lamp that he had prepared earlier. Pompey closed the thick wooden door behind him.
The interior of this room is like a spacious corridor, about three meters wide and more than ten meters long.
Sean walked in it, as if he were walking in a corridor-shaped exhibition hall. However, the bookcases placed on both sides have been emptied. Sean walked back and forth many times but could not find even a single book, let alone his own ancient book.
"There isn't a book here at all..." Sean frowned and turned to look at the door.
The door has been closed, but Pompeii's "light of reason" still shines through the crack.
"Is this old man lying to me?"
Sean was confused and walked around the room anxiously, trying to search with his ectoplasmic tentacles, but still found nothing.
The more he searched, the more anxious he became. Sean gritted his teeth and felt dissatisfied: "This old guy must have lied to us!
"We shouldn't trust him at all!"
Recalling the way Pompeii first pretended to be crazy and then suddenly sobered up, his wisdom and sincerity made me believe in what he said.
"What candlelight reading group? What about finding your own book? It's all a pretense, he is a liar!
"Did his weird lantern influence us?"
Now thinking of the light coming from the lantern, Sean felt a little dizzy, and instinctively felt great rejection and disgust.
Furious, he walked toward the entrance.
At this moment, Sean seemed to be carrying a heavy burden. He was panting with every step he took, his heartbeat was beating very fast, and big beads of sweat fell from his forehead.
"Pompei, damn it, you lied to us! There isn't a book here!"
Outside the door, an old voice sounded, muffled through the door panel, muttering: "Who is it? Who is talking...Who are you?"
The voice was crazy, as if he had lost his mind.
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