Airplane, first class cabin.
A gray-haired professor noticed that the man in the next cabin had a beard that had grown unkempt for a long time, making it difficult to tell his actual age. However, judging from the lack of details such as wrinkles and age spots, he was probably in the 19th century. From twenty to thirty or forty years old...
What attracts the professor is not the man wearing simple sloppy overalls and the plaid shirt that will become the symbol of men in science and engineering in the future, but the book he is holding in his hand——
The book has a black cover. I don’t know what material it is made of. A beautiful big tree is embossed on the cover. The big tree is quite lush, but the huge roots under the ground are entangled with countless snakes. The big tree The huge vitality seems to have been absorbed by these snakes, so that half of the leaves are in a state of decay and decline.
It's obviously just a relief on the cover, but at first glance, it gives people a majestic and sacred feeling.
The professor is a historian, and it is not that he has never seen such a beautiful relief before, but when such a relief can only be used as the cover of a book and is held in such a careless hand...
The professor watched the man reach out and grab a few fries and stuff them into his mouth. The next second, the hand that just grabbed the fries still had a little powder, ketchup and saliva residue, and he placed it directly on the beautiful book. …
In an instant, the professor's fist hardened.
So angry!
Even if such a work of art is not an antique with historical collection value, it cannot be wasted like this!
But then the stronger curiosity overshadowed the professor's desire to teach this man a lesson... It was definitely not because of the man's brown bear-like figure and he was just a skinny old man!
The professor's curiosity was directed at the content of the book the man was holding. The half-dead trees and winding snakes gave people a religious feeling. As a professor with a deep understanding of various myths, legends and history, he naturally had a deep understanding of the book. The content in it is very curious... Such a beautiful relief can only be used as a cover, what will the content inside be like?
In the end, he couldn't help but approached: "Hey?"
"Huh?" The man grabbed another handful of fries and looked at the professor.
"Hello sir, I am a history professor and I am very interested in the book you have..." The professor was about to say something.
"Oh...this is a fairy tale." Fingel said oh and showed it to him.
The professor's next words were immediately blocked in his throat, because he saw the page that Fingel showed... A one-eyed man wearing a full set of armor sat on an eight-legged Pegasus, holding a The twisted but streamlined spear, surrounded by thunder and lightning, was throwing the spear at the black dragon!
This could have been an epic picture of religion, mythology, belief, and war...if this wasn't a children's style comic.
The professor looked at the children's Q-print style painting and fell into silence.
What kind of lunatic would put such a comic in such a cover? Don’t you really think it doesn’t match? Do you really feel that it doesn't match at all? ! "
But who is the old professor? As one of the most proficient skills of Lao Toutiao, he naturally has a way to avoid embarrassing himself too much... So he did not show any emotion of shock or contempt, and said with a smile: "So that's it. It seems that you are also very interested in these fairy tales?"
"Of course." Fingel nodded seriously, with a smile on his face, "I am not generally interested in killing them."
"...What?" The old professor thought that he might have heard wrongly, but the man in front of him who originally gave off a decadent and lazy feeling suddenly seemed to have changed his appearance. I don't know if it was due to dazzling eyes or something, but from that look in his eyes , the old professor seemed to see a glimmer of light like molten gold.
It must be an illusion... How can human eyes glow when exposed to sunlight or something?
"Hahaha, just kidding, what a great thing it would be to be able to meet these legendary mythical characters, professor, don't you think so? That would definitely be the biggest discovery in human history!"
Fingel's completely different appearance only lasted for a moment before he changed back to his original appearance, changing the topic without leaving any trace.
About to see revenge, even if it is not completely right revenge, makes Fingel somewhat unable to control his emotions.
Fortunately, in the past few years, he had already learned how to conceal his emotions... although he also paid a corresponding price.
…
"Junior, I miss you so much!"
Fingel, who was carrying a schoolbag and wearing the same clothes that had never changed for thousands of years, ran towards Mo Qiuran with excitement on his face and opened his arms.
"Thank you, senior. I can understand your excitement, but remember to exercise some restraint. After all, I don't want people to misunderstand our relationship and then upload it to the Night Watch forum to make money... By the way, senior, you probably don't have such plans, right? ?”
Mo Qiuran dodged deftly, and suddenly stared at Fingel with suspicion when he was habitually complaining.
"Ah? Hahaha... Of course not! How could such a thing happen!" Fingel laughed and denied it.
"It will look more similar this way..." Mo Qiuran thought thoughtfully.
"Ahem...Here, this is what you want, junior!" Fingel quickly changed the subject and took out a book with a thick cover and an embossment of the half-decayed World Tree from his backpack and handed it to Mo Qiuran.
"Isn't this what the library's collection of books looks like? Did the school take out this kind of stuff directly for you?" Mo Qiuran looked at Fingel with strange eyes, "It seems that you, senior, are quite powerful!"
"That's right, senior I was once an A-level student. Those old friends from before are now everywhere. You can ask them for help with anything you want!" Fingel smiled proudly with his hands on his hips.
"But this book was brought out not because of that but because of some minor adaptations..." Fingel said again the next second.
Mo Qiuran: "..."
Inexplicably, I had a bad premonition.
Adapted according to Fingal’s character, it needs to be said...
Mo Qiuran chose to open the book and read it directly.
So, by coincidence, the scene that the professor on the plane saw before appeared in front of Mo Qiuran's eyes.
However, Mo Qiuran's eyes lit up in a completely different reaction from that of the professor.
"Wonderful!"
"I didn't expect you to be so witty, senior. It seems that I really underestimated you before!" Mo Qiuran said.
"Hahaha, that's right!" Fingel continued to laugh with his hands on his hips.
…
"Here's what we know so far."
Fingel tapped a pile of paper on the ground with a small wooden stick, on which various comic cartoon patterns were drawn.
The covers that had been used to wrap these cartoon patterns had been put aside. According to Fingel, he had to take this thing back after taking it out. After all, it was an antique. If it was lost, he would be liable for it. It is estimated that I will have to work for the school again for who knows how long.
As for Mo Qiuran's question about why he brought this thing out instead of directly bringing out the comic version of the information... Fingel's explanation was - if not, how could I reflect the efforts I had made to obtain this information? What about hard work? Junior, you have to know right from wrong, remember to give me a little more when you give me rewards!
"Originally, since you, senior, have done this and put in so much effort, I did plan to do this. But now that you have said it yourself, if I give you more rewards, then how can I Didn't you become the one who was taken advantage of? That's not right!" Mo Qiuran nodded, "Let's just follow the original share!"
"Junior! Can you bear to have your senior and I find an artist all night long to help me adapt and draw these materials, and then work so hard to bring them out, only to end up with no more rewards??!" Fingel said in a tone of voice. It's so miserable that it almost makes people cry.
It's a pity that Mo Qiuran is definitely not that kind of person. He just grinned and said with a sneer: "Okay, senior, we are all old foxes for thousands of years. Let's stop playing around here and talk about business! If you brought it If the information is useful enough, we can continue to talk about the reward sharing!"
"Okay... In order to get a higher share, senior, I really have no choice but to dig out all my knowledge again!" Fingel geared up.
"This excavation is really an image for secondary use." Mo Qiuran looked at Fingel's head.
"Hey, hey, don't look at me like that. Senior, as a former A-level, I remember all the knowledge very firmly!" Fingel scratched his head and said, "Okay, let's get started! First, Chu My junior must have seen a ghost at that time."
As soon as these words came out, Chu Zihang frowned slightly. There were three of them in the room just now, but he never made a sound but looked at the cartoon pages to find some useful information.
But what the hell does this mean?
"What do you mean by hell?" Mo Qiuran asked the question for Chu Zihang.
"It's literally a ghost...According to my guess, that place should be full of dead people!"
"It was raining heavily at that time, and the water element was extremely enriched. In alchemy, the water element can usually be used as a bridge of communication, whether between substances or between realms.
Brother Chu said that what he saw at that time was the entrance to Highway 000... and I have already checked that the entrance to the highway starts from No. 001. Fingel's voice was low.
"Based on this, I inferred that at that moment, Junior Chu and his father were no longer in the real world... The enrichment of the water element caused the door to be opened, and the confusion between the material and spiritual realms caused you to Entering that place easily——
Nibelungen, the country of the dead, is a temple-like place! Alchemists have spent thousands of years trying to find it! "
"What's the relationship between alchemists and corpse-trainers?" Mo Qiuran raised his hand and asked.
"No, the alchemists are not crazy about it because it is full of corpses... but another meaning." Fingel shook his head and began to explain in detail.
"The country of the dead, the Nibelungen, may be just a legend and does not exist at all. Even if it exists, it has been closed for many years. The last witch who claimed to have been there was burned on a cross. That was still in the book Records from the Middle Ages.
It is the holy land that all alchemists want to worship. Although it is called the Kingdom of the Dead, it is not the 'underworld' or 'hell'. It is full of treasures.
To sum up alchemy in one sentence, it is to 'kill' matter and then 'regenerate' matter.
In the process of rebirth, impurities are removed and matter acquires new properties.
But killing substances is not as simple as killing people. In order to kill metals, generations of alchemists have been pursuing higher flame temperatures and magical formulas.
Dead matter is the best material. If you want to refine gold, you must first kill silver. If you want to refine a sharp sword, you must first kill steel. And in Nibelung, the country of the dead, dead matter is everywhere. An alchemist once described that country...
There is no day or night, there is always a half-dark light floating in the sky, the ground and mountains are bronze, made of dead earth and metal, the sky is gray, made of dead air, and the fire is cold blue , composed of the dead element of fire, water cannot float anything because water is also dead.
There are cities there, built with the bones of dead life, in which the fifth element 'spirit' is enriched, capable of refining the legendary 'Philosopher's Stone'.
So you can understand why alchemists yearned for it, the dust of the Nibelungs was priceless to them! "
Fingel was a little visibly excited.
"Stop, there is no need to introduce such a lot of professional stuff. Senior, you need to understand that we are just freshmen who have not yet entered school. We didn't know the existence of the Dragon Clan two months ago." Mo Qiuran chose to interrupt.
"...So in two months we will plan to find and kill the God King in the history of the Dragon Clan?" Fingel's eyes were strange.
"Well... we all know that sometimes fighting can be fought without relying on the brain." Mo Qiuran shrugged, "And according to your statement, it doesn't seem to be consistent. After all, what Chu Zihang saw at the time was no different from the real world. highway...or did this thing exist so many years ago?”
"The records about the Nibelungs are just legends. Do you know the legends? I have never seen the real one!" Fingel said, "And even if the Nibelungs were like that in the past, could these dragon kings have been there for such a long time? Can't we do some decorations or something while we're staying in our little dens?"
"Senior, what you said makes sense!" Mo Qiuran thought about it and felt that it made sense.
"Okay, the next thing is the most important thing... Since the Nibelungen exists and is here, then we have found the door!"
Fingel said: "Now that we have found the door, the next step is to find the key!"
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