Pop! Pop! Pop!
After seven solid kisses, he wiped away the dust on his lips and the taste that he could not see but could smell.
"Damn it, it must be some bastard who didn't aim his pee at the opening of the pot …"
He cursed inwardly. Then, he held the pot and rubbed it seven more times. When he opened his palm, there was a thick layer of black dirt.
However, he also heaved a sigh of relief. He had finally completed two-thirds of the ceremony.
"Put it on the high platform …" He looked at the table and then looked at the bookshelves nearby. Thinking that the bookshelves were always higher than the table, he climbed up the wooden ladder and placed the pot on the top of the first shelf.
"Kissing the pottery pot, touching the pottery pot, and chanting the incantation may not be fake, but how would the magic pot know if I knelt down and kowtowed?"
Thinking of this, he stood up straight and stomped his foot. "Bang!"
At the same time, he read aloud to the phonetic transcription behind "Dragon Language", "Mother, your son is filial! Faceless are all big idiots. "
"Bang!" He stamped his foot again and shouted, "Mother, your son is filial! Faceless are all big idiots. "
.....
Just like a foreigner speaking in half-baked Chinese, he stomped his feet seven times and shouted seven times at the same time.
However, the magic pot did not react at all.
"As expected, he was lying to me." He was a little angry and was about to climb up and smash the jar, but when he saw the wet lip marks on it, he was extremely unwilling.
"Maybe I didn't use the correct method?" He returned to the table again and carefully read the words on the secret record.
"Since it's related to the Death God, perhaps the Magic Pot can sense my mental fluctuations?" He stroked his chin and thought.
After a while, he gritted his teeth, knelt on the ground, and suddenly kowtowed. BANG!
Very solid!
"Mother, your son is filial! Faceless are all big idiots. "
However, after seven tries, there was still no reaction from the jar.
He was ashamed and angry, but he was even more unwilling to give up just like that. I've already paid such a huge price, and I don't want to think about the God of Death's forbidden technique anymore. At least I have to find out if the magic pot is real or fake, right?
With this thought in mind, he quickly found a reason for his failure: the entire opening ceremony was coherent, and he thought he was smart enough to interrupt the ceremony.
So, he climbed up the wooden ladder, took down the jar, and hugged it in his arms. He moved his mouth closer … to find a spot where the smell was not so strong. "Pop pop pop …"
Then, with a solemn expression, he rubbed it seven times, rubbing off a handful of fine dirt.
After setting up the magic pot, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed seven times while shouting, "Mother, your son is filial! Faceless is an idiot. "
Then, he raised his head and was shocked to see specks of golden light gathering at the mouth of the flask, slowly converging into a pool of red clouds. The entire library was much brighter.
He looked at the red clouds with infatuation. Two drops of tears slid down his cheeks as he murmured, "Finally, the heavens don't disappoint the faithful. I've succeeded!"
"Succeed in what?" Suddenly, a shrill voice came out from the jar. Then, under his dumbfounded gaze, a figure came out from the mouth of the jar like smoke and fog. The red clouds accompanied him, as if he was a spirit from the magic jar.
"Magic Tool Spirit!" He blurted out.
So that's how it is. The magic pot has a spirit. No wonder it doesn't allow people to cheat. He suddenly understood.
The specks of red clouds gradually disappeared, and he could see the appearance of the spirit on the bookshelf. He was wearing a gray scholar's robe, stepping lightly on the jar as if it was nothing. He was about 1.6 meters tall, with a hunched back and a walking stick in his hand. His snow-white beard hung down to his chest, and his face …
It was a bit strange. The spirit's face was pale as if it was covered with a thick layer of powder … Well, the old scholar must have been dead for thousands of years. Of course, the face of a dead person would be pale. Soon, he thought of a reasonable explanation.
The scholar's silver hair was messy. He was wearing a pair of reading glasses on the bridge of his nose and a long necklace around his neck. It was almost the longest necklace he had ever seen in his life.
Although the scholar was a spirit, his character decoration was almost like a real person. Even the color and texture of the necklace could be seen clearly. Gold, silver, red copper, white gold, black iron … The seven smoky black links were connected together. That was Valleglia's steel, which represented magic and mystical knowledge!
God, seven links!
There was no doubt that this must be a knowledgeable old scholar.
The whole process took a long time to describe, but it actually happened in a short moment. After all, he was a Faceless and had superb observation skills.
"Kid, you're an apprentice? How can an apprentice with a silver link be qualified to enter the library? "The Magic Jar Sprite suddenly floated in front of him. He was so scared that he almost pulled out the dagger tied to his elbow.
"My name is Pater, Doctor Wargrave's assistant. The doctor can't move easily, so he asked me to come down and help him get the books."
As a top Faceless, he could easily lie, and it was flawless and reasonable.
With a whoosh, the Magic Jar Sprite floated back to the opening and asked in confusion, "Wargrave? I don't know him. Oh right, little Pater, what year is it now? "
"Aegon Year 299."
The old scholar came and went like the wind. Pater could not help but be amazed by the magical magic of the elves. He was also looking forward to the "God of Death's Forbidden Spell".
"Aegon? Who is that? Why do you use his name to record the years? I remember that the Seven Kingdoms have always used Valleglia to record the years. "The Magic Jar Sprite was curious.
"Sigh, senior elf, there's something you don't know …"
Then, Pater used simple words to summarize the major events that happened in the past four hundred years.
"Oh my, Valleglia is dead?!" The Magic Jar Sprite sighed in disappointment and then said excitedly, "Since the magic civilization is coming to an end, maybe my 'True World' can really be realized."
"True World?" This time, it was Pater's turn to be confused.
"It's a purely material world without magic, glass candles, prophecies, dragons, or even gods."
"This," Pater was shocked, "How is this possible? Doctor, you must be crazy. "
"What does a little apprentice like you know?" The Jar Sprite looked at him in disdain and said proudly, "How can a normal person understand the grand ideals of the City of Knowledge?"
Pater shook his head and sighed, "Let's not talk about whether the 'True World' is real or not. Now that there are dragons, magic, and gods, doctor, you have become a Magic Jar Sprite, the City of Knowledge cannot live in its own fantasy!"
"Hmph, little apprentice, you think this old man, a demigod, will talk big? The magic tide is caused by dragons, since Valleglia is dead, then we only need to kill Aegon and the other three dragons, and the world will enter an era without magic and gods. "The Magic Jar Sprite sneered.
"Slay, slay dragons? So it's the Blood Dragon Dance … "Pater's eyes widened in disbelief," No, what did you say? You are a god? "
"Not a true god, just a demigod." The Magic Jar Sprite did not seem to notice the words "Blood Dragon Dance", he raised his chin and asked proudly, "Right, I am the famous' Hades' of Asia, young one, have you heard of me?"
"So you are Hades!!" Pater was shocked, "But aren't you the 'Fire Demon', how did you become the 'Hades'?"
"Haha, I didn't think that even a normal person would know my name!" The Magic Jar Sprite laughed proudly.
"Uh, doctor, I just saw a piece of paper with your name on it …" Pater pointed awkwardly at the parchment on the table.
"What?"
The Magic Jar Sprite suddenly floated to the table, after reading the contents of the paper, he said thoughtfully, "'Fire Demon' was just my name when I first started out, after mastering the mystery of the cycle of life and death, I called myself the 'Hades', Hades. Kid, from the looks of it, you want my Death God Forbidden Technique? "
"Can I?" Pater asked expectantly.
The Magic Urn Genie leaped onto the top of the Magic Urn and said coldly, "Of course not. Let alone a fake apprentice like you, even if you were a real professor, you wouldn't be able to obtain my secret technique."
"What!!" Pater took a step back, his right hand that was covered by his sleeve held a dagger, and said in disbelief, "You, how do you know my identity?"
"Hahaha, I am a demigod who has mastered the mystery of life and death!" The Magic Jar Sprite's voice suddenly became high-pitched, sharp and ear-piercing, even the air rippled.
In an instant, Pater felt a substantial pressure from the other party, the dragon spirit state.
As expected, the other party's identity was not ordinary, perhaps he really was a powerful demigod.
Pater's mind turned quickly, and he shouted, "I have something to say!"
"Hmph, no words can save you!" The Magic Jar Sprite's language was still rude, but the frightening aura of the 'dragon's aura' disappeared.
"Doctor Hades, the three dragons of Aegon the Conqueror died long ago, and the City of Knowledge had already carried out the dragon slaying plan more than a hundred years ago, the dragons of the Targaryen family have long withered."
"Nonsense!" The Magic Jar Sprite shouted, and said angrily, "You can activate the Magic Jar, and I can still manifest my soul in front of you, what does that mean? It means that the magic tide is still surging, and that there are still dragons in the world. "
"Doctor, you are right, there are still dragons in the world."
Pater was more and more impressed with the demigod sprite, and he slowly explained, "Dragons have indeed been extinct for a period of time, but two years ago, the exiled princess Danny Rize hatched three more dragons from stone eggs …"
Then, he explained the Dance of the Blood Dragons, the War of the Usurpers, and the rise of the Dragon Mother.
In the end, he concluded, "Doctor, Faceless, you and the City of Knowledge have the same goal — to kill the Mother Of Dragons and her dragons. There is a possibility for us to cooperate! "
The Magic Jar Sprite nodded thoughtfully, and his tone softened a little, and he asked, "Boy, what is your name? I know the habits of Faceless, don't use a fake name to fool me. "
"I am Jaqun Heghar," Faceless said with his original hoarse voice.
As the saying goes, Yang Guo's aunt, Erya's uncle.
Jaqun, isn't he Erya's master lover?
Shit, at this time, shouldn't he be training Erya in Braavos? Why is he on a mission in the City of Knowledge?
Danny was surprised at first, and then she was secretly happy.
Jaqun, good!
She felt more accomplished by tricking Jaqun than tricking other nameless Faceless.
Jaqun, my son, let your mother take care of you!
"Jaqun, tell me, why does Faceless want to assassinate that … Mother Of Dragons? Sigh, what a silly name. "
"Faceless accepts orders from customers, takes money, and kills without asking for the purpose." Jaqun said lightly.
"Don't talk nonsense with me." Danny, who was disguised as the Magic Jar Sprite, waved her hand and said in a contemptuous tone, "Do you see the necklace on my neck?"
"Yes." Jaqun nodded doubtfully.
"Count how many platinum segments there are."
"Uh, five?" Jaqun's eyes were sharp, and he counted the rings on the Magic Jar Sprite's neck with just a glance.
"Platinum represents politics, you think I don't understand politics?!" The Magic Jar Sprite shouted.
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