"What does this paragraph mean?" Meg heard this and was too lazy to delve deeper into it. He calmed down and pondered.
Mag had seen the "Book of the Dead Spirit" from Lovecraft's collection. Back then, he had borrowed a collection of Lovecraft's collection from the library when someone was planting the Cthulhu Mythos. However, he wasn't very interested in Western horror, so he only skimmed through a few short stories and the illustrations before returning the book.
Even with his memory, he could only recall some fragments and did not have a deep impression of it. However, he remembered that paragraph very clearly.
As he had not studied it in depth, Meg did not know much about the Krusu Mythological System. However, he knew that the Great Old Ones held a very important position in the entire system. He roughly remembered that they were gods that had survived from ancient times.
"Could it be that the skeleton man is a Great Old One, a god that had survived from ancient times?" Meg whispered to himself. With his understanding of the Krusu Mythological System, that was all he could make at the moment.
An unknown mysterious existence, a strange black fog, the ability to bestow great power to others, and the ability to control everything with the power of the dead. All these did not seem like things that a Level 10 expert could do. The strength of the mysterious skeleton man in the stone statue should be above Level 10.
The realm of strength that was called extraordinary had never been proven to exist in this world.
"It seems that I still have to make up for it. The self-proclaimed Man of Destiny, Lovecraft, might really know something special." Meg was deep in thought. Then, he said to the System, "System, pack up all the books of the Krusu Mythological System for me."
"Host, this System …"
"According to the publishing price, add one copper coin for each book," Meg said calmly.
"This System will pack it for you immediately!" The System's voice immediately became attentive.
"Ding! 1000 books with Krusu elements have been successfully packed. The total price is 89233 copper coins! "
"Ding! Fees have been successfully deducted! "
"Ding! It has been delivered! "
Meg opened his eyes and looked at the thick stacks of books that almost covered a wall. There was also a lot of network mixed in. He could not help but feel a headache. This stupid System would not let go of any opportunity to make money.
"Forget it, I'll look at it tomorrow." Meg looked at the wall of books and hesitated for a while before lying back down on the bed.
Although the Krusu Mythological System could give him some inspiration, he did not think that the answer was in these books. The secret vault might have used the words of the Book of the Dead as an answer. Whether it was closely related or not, he needed to understand it further.
…
After a tiring day, Mag had a good sleep with the smell of books and ink. When he woke up the next day, he was greeted by a wall of books. He rubbed his glabella with a headache. There were so many books, and he didn't know where to start reading them.
"Let's cook first. Mag glanced at the alarm clock, and went downstairs. Just as he was about to enter the kitchen, he saw Jane standing in the courtyard, rubbing the Holy Light. A faint Holy Light was slowly condensing on her fingertips, and it was as weak as a candle.
Jane's expression was particularly solemn and sincere. She stared at the Holy Light as if she was looking at her own faith.
"You learned it so quickly. You're really talented." Meg glanced at Jane's shimmering horn. There was also a bit of Holy Light condensing there.
Over the past few days, Mag had already witnessed all of the miraculous uses of holy light. Light was always the fastest, and it was very effective against the aura of death. He was very happy to see the emergence of a light-type demon. Perhaps that would be of great help to him in the unknown future.
"If there are really Great Old Ones, does the god that the mages believe in really exist? The God of Light, the God of Life, the God of Fire … What is their relationship with the Great Old Ones? " A question suddenly popped up in Meg's mind. Although he had always thought that it was just a fixed spell for mages to cast spells, the answer he got from the secret vault last night overturned many of his beliefs.
If the Great Old Ones really existed, then the existence of god was also acceptable.
"What a headache. I hope it's just a legend." Meg shook his head. He was also a little resistant to the unknown.
"Are the Great Old Ones a new species? How's the meat quality? How's the fat content? Are there conditions to develop it into a new dish? Can it be cultivated on a large scale? The research of new recipes needs to be put on the agenda. Slice it into sashimi? Barbecue it with charcoal? Wrap it with bran and fry it until both sides are golden? Stir-fry it? … "
Just as Meg was having a headache over the possible existence of the Great Old Ones, he did not notice the strange words mixed in with the data flow that slipped through his mind like a waterfall.
The Holy Light in Jane's hand suddenly extinguished. She sighed a little dejectedly. When she looked up, she saw Meg standing at the door. She blushed and stuttered, "Bo … Boss."
Meg came back to his senses when he heard the voice. He smiled and said, "Oh, Jane is very diligent. You got up so early to practice."
"I'm too stupid. I can't learn well, so I can only get up earlier." Jane lowered her head embarrassedly. Compared to the lady boss, she was too stupid. She could only light up a little Holy Light and could not even light up the room.
"No, you're already very good." Meg smiled and shook his head. Irina had also praised Jane's talent on the way here yesterday. "Continue practicing. I'll go make breakfast for you guys."
"Okay." Jane nodded and watched Meg enter the kitchen before continuing to light up the Holy Light.
After breakfast, Mag went upstairs to read for a while. What he chose was a collection of short stories by H. Lovecraft. After all, he was the creator of the Cthulhu Mythos System, so his books should have a greater reference value.
At eight o 'clock, Meg went downstairs to collect crayfish as usual. Kitar was still at the front of the line, carrying a net bag with more than ten crayfish in it.
"Boss, I caught 13 crayfish today. Can I practice with these crayfish?" Kitar saw Meg and raised the crayfish in his hand excitedly.
"Of course." Meg nodded. It was naturally best for students to bring their own ingredients.
"Okay." Kitar put the crayfish aside and took the initiative to help Meg pour the purchased crayfish into the pool. He was a great help to Meg.
Ivan, who caught four crayfish, also quickly joined the team to help.
After the purchase of the crayfish, the ten apprentices were all present. More or less, they all brought crayfish. This made Meg, who originally planned to continue reading, choose to stay and start teaching everyone.
Heat control was the most important point when cooking crayfish.
Therefore, Meg prepared to teach everyone how to control the heat this morning.
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