The worst did not happen. Before Hakim launched an unknown attack with the prop in his hand, he was caught by a white spiderweb-like object. And was firmly fixed in mid-air, unable to move except for the mouth that was cursing freely.
A young girl came down the stairs. She held the same magic item as Hakeem in her hand, and trapped the crazy male apprentice first. Hakim caught a glimpse of the people coming from the corner of his eye and shouted angrily: "Zalai, put me down! I'm going to kill them."
The female apprentice asked coldly: "Why do you do this?"
"I have the power of life and death. What's wrong with killing an old man and a bastard?"
"The power of life and death belongs to the tower owner, the teacher, and has nothing to do with you." The female apprentice said equally coldly.
"What I mean is what the teacher thinks. He will not object to what I want to do. So you put me down quickly."
Zalai shook his head and said, "This is the teacher's order. I have no right to disobey it."
"You are a despicable woman who came from a prostitute. I promise not to kill you, but you'd better find a powerful enough life priest concubine, and he has enough ability to heal the scars all over your body. ..."
The black light flashed up and down, and the silence technique tyrannically deprived Hakim of his right to speak. He stared with bloodshot eyes, but he couldn't even make a sound of 'woo woo'. And this silence spell was not performed by anyone present, it could only be the tower master who was not present, the French Saint Mildiades.
This also shows that the tower owner can observe the situation in the magic tower in some way. At least, he could see what was happening here.
Compared with that proud figure, the two silver lines on the chest attracted Lin's attention more. The female magic apprentice made way for the stairs and said, "Two guests, please. The teacher has been waiting for you for a long time."
Following closely behind the great magician Kabamba, past the young apprentice who only had the ability to stare at others, Lin looked at the young woman walking diagonally in front of her, her swaying back, and couldn't help but ask: "Can I ask you something? What happened? How did I offend that young man? Well, his name is Hakeem, right."
Zalai replied coldly: "Your Majesty the Brave One, one of his good friends has gone crazy. What do you think?"
Hmm~, it seems that this is the fault of the lich. It’s impossible not to memorize it, because that incident is typically getting darker and darker, and no matter how you explain it, it’s useless. Helpless~
Because what was mentioned was not a very honorable thing, the atmosphere suddenly fell silent. When he got to the fifth floor and walked out of the stairwell, Lin was so shocked that he was speechless.
The entire space on the fifth floor seemed to be wrapped in a silver liquid formed by an energy pool. All furnishings, tables, chairs, cabinets and other furniture seemed to be coated with a flowing silver film. In other words, everything here is simulated by the liquid in the energy pool. Except that the people walking inside are genuine, there are not a few ordinary items in sight.
"What's the matter, Lord Tripwood?" Milady Des, the Dharma Saint who had met once before, wanted to ease the original conflict, so he stood up to greet the two of them. But when he saw someone frozen in place, he couldn't help but ask. At the same time, the two people walking in front also stopped, turned around, and looked at someone who stopped in confusion.
I wanted to reply. But looking in the direction of the old man who spoke, Lin saw a little girl in her early two years, sitting on a small table with her fat legs dangling back and forth.
The female doll seemed to realize that she was being seen. He immediately climbed off the couch on hands and knees and staggered towards someone. Especially when she walked past the female apprentice and the great magician Kabamba, the two seemed not to notice and didn't pay attention to her feet at all.
Is this... seeing a ghost?
Closing his eyes, Lin revised his vision, analyzed the illusory magic that existed on the fifth floor, and reconstructed it in his vision. When he opened his eyes again, the scene on the fifth floor returned to the warm appearance that can be seen in ordinary families.
It includes a fireplace without a fire, simple and elegant tables and chairs, and rows of bookcases filled with large and small hardcover books. There is a set of exquisite tea sets on the table.
The little girl who was walking towards him disappeared. Lin actually felt relieved at this result.
"It seems that you can see the true appearance of this floor." Milediades said. But apart from him and someone, the other two people were just puzzled. What does 'this floor really look like'? The two looked around to see if there was anything unusual here. Especially Zalai, this is the place where she lives, but she never thought that everything in front of her could actually hide other secrets.
But the person who was exposed laughed a few times. He walked forward quickly and walked to the side of the great magician Kabambai, taking a step back.
At this time, the Dharma Saint first lowered his head and said, "Sorry, my student seems to have offended you two because of his personal affairs. I apologize to you two on his behalf."
The two of them responded with a polite salute, which was considered to have revealed the matter. If you insist on continuing to investigate, you will only anger this bowed Dharma Saint. A group of people came to a corner on the fifth floor. The place was decorated like a small salon, and everyone sat in the comfortable soft chairs. The female apprentice was behind the bar and made coffee on the spot.
Milediades said: "I remember that the drink coffee was invented by Lord Tripwood. Please also comment on my student and see how her craftsmanship is."
"Easy to say." Lin simply replied. In Lost Land, being too polite or modest will only lead to being looked down upon. What's more serious is that people will think that they don't respect the other party, so they lie to deal with it. So at this time, how to say some innocuous bullshit has become a science. But in summary, there are eight words: say more and you will make more mistakes, say less and you will make fewer mistakes. As for not saying it, it would offend others, so I have to say it.
But after all, the masters are not like nobles. They can chat aimlessly for three days and three nights. If the three sentences of gossip did not get into the main topic, it was considered that the friendship was deep enough, so they would chat a few more words. The friendship between the two people in front of him was not that deep, and the Dharma Saint naturally had his own affairs to be busy with, so he glanced at the wooden box that someone was carrying along the way and asked: "Is this a mathematical journal?"
"Yes." Lin opened the wooden box, took out ten thin books, turned around respectfully, faced the other party, and placed them on the table. I didn't take a copy and hand it to the other person to avoid the embarrassment of the thing being stuck in the air when the other person had no intention of picking it up. Anyway, if you put it on the table, if the other party is interested, they will naturally pick it up and watch it.
However, Mildiades couldn't hide his curiosity about Midi, the first journal in the world, so he picked up a copy and started flipping through it. In addition to the content, he is also interested in related rumors. Like that printing machine.
He already knew the mathematical content in the journal. When he reaches his status, as long as he expresses a little interest, others will naturally do it for him. Even if he expresses interest in front of Lin, someone will not be so stubborn that he has to come to class in order to see the lecture notes. Of course, when sending it out, it is unavoidable to say that it is for personal reference only and please do not spread it.
And those contents that were never mentioned in the lectures were just an addendum to the Dharma Saint who already had a foundation in mathematics. Because Lin just put some different proof methods for the same problem. Especially the Pythagorean theorem, which is recognized as the theorem with the most proofs on Earth. Just think of some layout filling, which would be a big problem for a certain time traveler.
After flipping through a few pages, Mildiades realized one thing. Putting aside the paper quality, the quality of the text in this book was definitely not something that he knew could be printed using the printing technology.
With the original printing technology of Midi, the printed words always have some different shades, or blurred edges, which are obviously different from handwritten handwriting. But the text in this book does not have those flaws. Not only does it have very neat brush strokes, but the handwriting is also very beautiful.
Could it be that because it was a book dedicated to the Great Library, a scribe was specially asked to write it carefully? The most difficult thing for the scribe is that the same letter can be written exactly the same.
…
Turning the journal in his hand to a page and laying it flat, Mildiades picked up the second one, opened it to the same page and laid it aside; then the third and fourth. After opening four journals in one go, the Dharma Saint stopped reading. Because he could see that the handwriting, size, brush strokes, etc. on the same page in these four journals were exactly the same.
Could it be copied by the same person?
But this is also impossible. Because even if it is the same person, the handwriting will show slight differences due to different times, different environments and different situations. Of course, the text characteristics will not change, but it is impossible to write with the same line height, the same indentation, and the exact spacing between each letter.
Mildiades even rubbed the writing with his fingers, put the book to his nose and smelled it. Various inspection methods were used, and all I had to do was tear off a corner of the page and put it in my mouth to taste it. This is because there is a certain kind of paper used to make magic book pages that is edible, but it doesn’t taste very good. But he didn't know if the thing in front of him could be entered, so he didn't stuff it into his mouth without understanding it.
"Is this really printed?" French Saint Mildiades asked cautiously.
The great magicians Kabanbai and Lin Ze grinned at the same time and said, "Yes, it's the seal."
"This is really... unimaginable." He picked up another journal and flipped through it. This time, what the Dharma Saint looked at was not the content, but the quality of the book. The more you taste it, the more you appreciate it. Then the next sentence is to ask: "Can this be used to print a magic scroll?"
Someone who was asked this question again responded with a helpless smile. "Unfortunately, my lord, the printing machine cannot print magic scrolls."
In fact, whether it was the Dharma Saint in front of me or the great magician Kabambai who saw the printed product for the first time, the first thing they asked about the magic scroll was that someone could understand the idea behind it.
