The pleasant and warm time always passed quickly. After Weinersen chatted for a few words, he said goodbye to Irene and Mies and hurried up to the second floor.
Opening the curtains, warm sunlight passed through the transparent glass and shone in from the outside of the oriel window. It first occupied the wooden table and the bookshelf next to it, and then cast the entire room in bright colors.
The sun is really hot, and Faslanca is indeed the warmest place in Gravajo County.
Weinerson pulled out his chair and sat down in a good mood. After stretching comfortably, he picked up Jason's diary placed on the table.
With the infusion of mental and spiritual power, there was a buzz in the room, and a violent invisible whirlwind erupted.
Weinerson, who was already on guard, snapped his fingers, and the four transparent and fuzzy spiritual walls immediately appeared, sealing tightly around him to prevent this illusory whirlwind from blowing to other places and causing unnecessary trouble.
This is different from the spiritual wall that was built by injecting spirituality with a carving knife and spraying it out. The spiritual master can directly build it by snapping his fingers, eliminating the tedious steps in the past. Moreover, with the blessing of spiritual power, the spiritual wall is stronger.
The illusory whirlwind whirred for nearly ten seconds before gradually stopping. In the absolutely quiet environment of the spiritual wall, a "bang" sound suddenly popped out of the book, like a switch being turned on. It turned out that it was stuck. The pages of the book turned strangely.
"Success!"
Weinerson said with slight joy, his eyes falling on the new page.
"On June 18, I was recommended by Grant Stevenson, a full professor at Faslanka University. He invited me to be a visiting professor at the university to teach students about archeology, geography, and cultural relics. Hmm, this miscellaneous Mao Laoniao, if you want to use my valuable knowledge for free, just say so, will I be deceived by your little tricks?"
"On June 20th, I went shopping with my dear Alice today, and I saw Danielle, the big-butt lady, in the cloakroom of a department store. Haha, her butt was really too big. This may be because she often cheated on her husband behind her back. reason?"
"Yesterday, uh, no, the day before yesterday, my friends in the Tyrannosaurus Bar were still talking about how horny and hot this bitch Danielle is in bed. Sure enough, even in the Kingdom of Ghent, no one can endure emptiness and loneliness. If there is a chance, I would like to give it a try."
Do you want to give it a try too?
No, Jason's father's taste is too...
Then again, with this cold humor and mocking tone, I now probably know who Gropius is following.
In some cases, he is simply a carbon copy of Jason. He speaks in a similar tone, but his style of doing things is still unclear, and I don’t know if he will be emotionally...
Wait, doesn't Gropius also like big-assed ladies?
Weinerson took a deep breath. He suddenly felt a toothache.
"On June 23, Grant Stevenson found me again. This time he didn't mention the university. He just invited me to the Friday party and told me that he would bring out the Rust red wine that I had treasured for a long time."
"He obviously knew that I loved drinking and tried to get me drunk. Then while I was drunk, he signed a contract to teach at the university. Hehe, did he regard me as a fool? Or did he say that I was famous for being able to drink a thousand glasses of wine? Imaginary?"
"On the evening of June 23, I actually have no objection to teaching at a university. It's just that the Kingdom of Ghent is different from China on Earth. The "professor" here is not only a professional title, but also an equivalent position. That is to say, only one person in a university and one department can There is a professor. If the associate professor wants to become a "full-time" professor, he has to wait for time, or find connections to squeeze him out. Depending on his strength, he may not even be able to earn a living.
"As an associate professor, not to mention the visiting honorary professor. I am not seeking fame, but my knowledge is much higher than that of those wretched old birds. Why should I submit to them? It would be a big joke to spread it. .”
Jason's father, are you sure you're not doing this just for fame?
Why do I feel that you don't want to go there just because you can't get the title of full professor?
And the reputation of being able to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, are you sure you are not self-proclaimed? I remember that last time he was a non-famous archaeologist, and now he has another Dionysian title...
"On June 27th, I drank too much yesterday. I actually slept on the toilet in the bathroom all night with Mrs. Sleifen Maric in my arms. Fortunately, Alice was not here, otherwise she would have killed me."
"But going out to a party and drinking yesterday was not fruitless. At that party, I met a demigod-level priest. He has been hiding in the merchandise area. I didn't find it before? This shouldn't be the case. I can still be considered a In the line of powerful clerics.”
“After thirty years of drinking, I asked him about something that had been bothering me.”
"Why can clergy learn and master various mysterious and supernatural powers after touching the blasphemous cards? Where did these powers or knowledge originally come from? It was the sages who risked their lives and figured it out bit by bit. Or from something else?”
"He hehe told me that there are roughly three aspects. One is the exploration of the sages I mentioned, the other is the gift of the ancient gods, and the third is the 'whisper' that can always be heard when touching the blasphemous cards."
"Those crazy whispers are not always meaningless. Perhaps occasionally, those whispers will still tell some secret oracles. No one knows where these whispers come from. Only those who have listened for a long time will find out. A little trace, of course, by the time you find the trace, you will be wandering on the edge of madness or degenerating into a monster."
Is there a secret oracle hidden in those crazy whispers? But can long-term listening cause people to go crazy and fall?
Weinerson suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of panic. Every time he entered the mysterious old royal court, he could always hear illusory murmurs.
Although these gibberings now do not have much impact on his mental state, if the records in the diary are true, sooner or later, he will fall into the endless abyss.
The old royal court is indeed very mysterious and extraordinary, and it helped me step into the extraordinary world. However, there is no solution to hearing those things every time I go in. These "things" with strange origins and lack of understanding always make people fearful.
From the inexplicable time travel when taking the graduate entrance examination, to the inexplicable addition of a bronze ring on his hand, to the time when he rubbed the ring and was able to travel into the mysterious, dreamy, and unknown ancient royal court, Weinerson couldn't help but fight. A shiver, shivering in the warm sunshine.
He once heard someone say this:
“The oldest and strongest human emotion is fear, and the oldest and strongest fear is fear of the unknown.”
The sun was shining brightly outside the window, covering the desk with a layer of bright gauze. Weinerson stared at the diary in his hand, but could no longer turn a page.
Huh... Sure enough, the words Jason's father said are contaminated...
"Snapped!"
Weinerson closed the diary. The words he just wrote seemed to be accompanied by some kind of ambiguity. His energy at the moment was completely exhausted. He just relaxed a little. He immediately felt a raging wave of exhaustion pouring out, making his eyelids as heavy as cement. Watering, unable to stop drooping and closing eyes.
