Lin Jie asked Moen to remove the "Earth Mechs" from the people lying on the ground. After removing the armor on their faces, it could be seen that the intruders who were crying and crawling on the ground were generally young.
As he had guessed, Hood, who had gone up to the second floor, was the leader of these people. The other members' average age was around 20 years old. It could be said that they were a very young criminal gang.
However, because of the purpose of "stealing books", Lin Jie's anger was slightly reduced.
If these people were really planning to break into the house with guns and rob, Lin Jie would have to teach them the principles of being human, instead of just tying them all up and chatting politely with their leader.
Hood, who was treated "politely", withdrew his gaze from the armor parts that were violently dismantled on the ground and fell on the blade in front of his neck.
The group of scholars was somewhat similar to wizards. They all relied on external forces to drive aether. If they did not deliberately train their physical fitness, they would only be a little stronger than ordinary people. At most, they would reach an abnormal level of physical strength.
In other words, they were now naked lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
Hood finally saw the painful howling of his companions and suddenly realized that this was not the work of the cyborgs.
There were no external injuries on their bodies at all. When they howled, there were some indistinct ravings, vomiting, and scratching their bodies. They looked like they had gone crazy.
This, this seemed to be a failure of plundering and the soul had suffered a backlash!
Hood looked at the fate of his companions in horror. It was somewhat difficult to understand. The failure rate of plundering knowledge was very low, and each of them had at most one book in their hands. How could they have failed? Remember the website: m.9biquge.com.
Aether was the currency of blood and soul, representing the two directions of training with aether.
As scholars, they specialized in the soul. The capacity and strength of the soul were far beyond that of ordinary wizards.
There was a saying that a good scholar would definitely become a good wizard, but a good wizard would not necessarily become a good scholar.
There were generally two reasons for the failure of plundering.
First, the knowledge contained content that was difficult for them to understand, including taboo knowledge, ancient knowledge, high-level knowledge, and so on. It was beyond the strength of the soul.
In such a situation, the consequences were more serious. It could cause the soul to be shaken, torn apart, and even cause unpredictable things to happen to the body.
Secondly, if the amount of knowledge was too large, it would exceed the storage capacity of the soul. It would be like eating too much, causing the memories to be occupied and lost. At the same time, vomiting would occur.
If the two coexisted, they would be like the group of people who were crawling all over the ground, completely losing their minds.
In other words, they had only plundered one book from the bookstore, and they had temporarily turned into idiots.
"Are you people from the Truth Sect?"
Lin Jie sat on the stool and raised the long sword on Hu De's neck.
The trespassers who were tied up like dumplings in front of him finally stopped shouting. Perhaps they had gradually regained some of their rationality. At this moment, they were lying on the ground with empty eyes, talking nonsense. Only Hood was sitting on the ground.
Hood subconsciously felt his scalp go numb as he leaned back. The owner of the bookstore had destroyed his weapon and armor in an instant, leaving a psychological shadow in his heart.
He raised his head and said, "Yes."
The way Lin Jie looked at him now was as if he had seen a student from a famous university come out to plunder. Although the amount of knowledge one had was not directly related to one's character, it was still very strange.
Instead of taking the proper path, he chose to take this kind of dead end.
Hu De was all too familiar with this kind of gaze. The other scholars in the Truth Sect all looked at the Solipsistic Faction with this kind of gaze.
He was naturally angry, stubborn, unconvinced, and resentful. However, when he recalled Lin Jie's warning, he obediently chose to shut up.
However, this was not because he was afraid.
If the people from the Solipsistic Faction knew fear, they would not be called lunatics.
However, being a lunatic did not mean that they were fools. A wise man submits to circumstances. He still understood this saying. Bear with it. As long as the green hills remain, there will be firewood …
Lin Jie then asked, "Prit Hall and Trollope Rupert. Have you heard the names of these two scholars?"
Hu De was stunned. He did not understand what the other party wanted, but he wanted to calm down first. Thus, he said, "Prit Hall was the former director of Pharmacy. Rupert was the last director of Archaeology. He died a hundred years ago. After his death, Archaeology was in a mess. No one was willing to be a leader, so it was abolished from the Truth Sect by the previous president fifty years ago."
The two researchers in the fragmented information were actually directors in the Truth Sect. However, even they were not qualified to borrow the history of the rise and fall of Elfortz. It seemed that the level of the book was really very high … He had to think about it in the long run.
However, there seemed to be something wrong with Rupert's death. If it was a normal death, it did not make sense that no one was willing to be a leader after his death. It even made sense that a discipline was abolished.
Well, it could also be assumed that the two were not related. However, since there was no relationship, there was no need to add another sentence.
There must be a connection and hidden story in the middle.
Lin Jie noticed that Hu De seemed to have a special desire to show off his knowledge. When he said the last paragraph, his expression was naturally complacent.
Lin Jie suddenly asked, "How did Rupert die?"
Hu De felt that he had misspoken and kept quiet.
Lin Jie laughed. "I can ask them even if you don't want to tell me." He pointed to the group of people on the ground.
Hu De snorted. "They don't know."
Lin Jie rubbed his chin. "You seem to know a lot."
"Of course." Hu De sneered. "We, the Knowers, are the true path to the truth. Our learning efficiency is much higher than theirs. As long as we plunder all the knowledge we need, sooner or later, we will be able to see the truth!"
Lin Jie ignored him. "Since you can't say, then this matter shouldn't be made public. The premise of plundering knowledge is that there must be someone or information, right? Then who provided you with these things that shouldn't be known? Looking at your unscrupulous appearance just now, you don't seem to be afraid of being held accountable."
He looked at Hu De meaningfully and revealed an amiable smile. "Little Hu De, you don't look like a big shot. Then there is only one possibility. Your parents … have a very high position in the Truth Society."
"What do you say, how about I directly use you to make a deal with the Truth Society?"
Of course, this sentence was a lie. Lin Jie was a righteous, warm-hearted, and kind bookstore owner. How could he do something like kidnapping someone?
As for asking Ke Laode, an acquaintance of the police, to handle this matter, he really just wanted to increase efficiency. There was no other meaning.
Hu De's face stiffened. He looked at the blade that was getting closer and closer to his neck and desperately shook his head.
"You don't want to?" Lin Jie sighed. "Sigh, actually, I was just joking. Little friend, you don't have any sense of humor."
Before Hu De could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard him say again.
"How about this? Didn't you always say that the Knowers were plundering knowledge? Then I won't make a deal with the Truth Society. I'll play a game with you. "
"You try to plunder my knowledge. If you succeed, I'll let you go. If you fail, I'll take it that your knowledge was plundered by me. Tell me the cause of Rupert's death."
Lin Jie smiled. "How about it?"
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