Chapter 150. The Classical Philosophy of the Krypton Gold Civilization
Mia fell silent again. Char asked her several tis, but she did not respond, so she gave up.
"It's common for a Brave Dragon Slayer to turn into an Evil Dragon, so you don't have to mind it too much. As the saying goes, the nine sons of a dragon are all different. The son of a mouse will know how to dig a hole and walk in it as soon as he is born. No, it is the master who leads the way and the cultivation is up to the individual. There is no need to be remorseful because of the changes of others. As expected of , you're so good at comforting others."
He did not expect that after he finished, Mitsuya would burst out laughing.
"Is this how you comfort people?"
Char laughed.
The atmosphere beca a little more relaxed. Mitsuya sighed and did not ntion it again.
"I hope you won't end up like that," she mumbled.
"That's enough, this is a standard flag." Char laughed. "Also, don't confuse with those saviors. If I had a choice, I wouldn't have beco this God's Chosen One. After all, I'm not a good person to begin with. By the way, how were those God's Chosen Ones chosen in the past? Don't tell you can go through them one by one?"
"Rather than saying that I chose God's Chosen One, it's more like God's Chosen One chose ."
"That's right," Mitsuya explained.
"It's very simple. In the beginning, none of God's Chosen Ones had experienced the resurrection stage, and they didn't know that I was observing them in secret. Only by repeatedly escaping from death made him believe that he was the true chosen one. Such people are bound to be extraordinary. When they have enough power to control this world, such courage and ans will make God's Chosen Ones erge. Then, they will wake up and receive the blessing of the goddess."
"So you're only using stress asures?"
"Then what happened to ?"
Char was confused.
"Even if you're in a daze from your sleep, it's impossible that you don't even know how I ca about, right?"
Once again, there was no more movent from Mitsuya.
"Sorry..."
Fine, Char finally understood. He really did not know.
"Alright, you've finally told so important news."
He sighed and stopped thinking about this.
"There's movent up ahead."
Saxson suddenly reminded.
As a level 60 mage, his perception was much higher than Char's. Even if he could not use magic near the Khorium ruins, he could still be considered a human radar.
"The voice is still...?" Char asked in a low voice.
"It's like footsteps. It's very dense, and it seems like a lot of people are ridiculing . Saxson's expression quickly beca serious. Light steps, neat steps, not like an army. It's so strange." Char imdiately understood.
"Let's go, it's no big deal."
He took the lead, and Saxson hurriedly followed.
"What's that?"
"A demonized centipede. It's as big as a python," Char replied, "but its body is light, so its footsteps are light.
Saxson was doubtful of this. He did not believe that Char's perception was that powerful.
The two of them moved forward in the dark. After two steps, the air elents were scattered by the accumulated magic power. Char quickly picked up Ortlinde and carried her on her back again.
"If she wakes up again, it'll be a big problem." Saxson reminded.
"Don't worry. Although she's silly, she's not stupid. If a fight breaks out in this place, not only will she donate it, but she'll also drag two people down with her."
Char chuckled.
The two of them used the faint light from the sacred Sword Narshil to see the path beneath their feet. Finally, they arrived at the entrance to the Khorium ruins that Char had ntioned, which was also the entrance to an ancient city.
The magic elents gathered above the town, forming an arc that illuminated the entire ancient city like a dim aurora.
A mottled stone wall could be vaguely seen at the entrance, and a huge centipede with half of its body hanging on the ground and the other half on the vertical wall.
Saxson suddenly felt a little nervous.
As a mage, he could not help but feel uncomfortable after losing his most powerful weapon.
However, Char patted his shoulder and walked forward, not afraid of such a big worm.
He suddenly shouted, "Ahhhhhh!"
The crowing of a rooster resounded through the ground, and the centipede fled as fast as lightning!
"Let's go!"
Char turned around and beckoned to Saxson.
The Duke was stunned. He quickly chased after him and asked,
"What's going on?"
"This is the importance of mastering a foreign language, your grace. A demonized centipede is still an insect, and its fear of dostic animals is engraved in its bones," Char said earnestly.
Saxson was convinced.
However, he was also holding back his anger.
He was a scholar! They represented the oldest inheritance of the elves, the longest-lived race on this land, and the race that had the deepest understanding of ancient civilization. How could they be led by others when exploring ruins?
Saxson beca serious.
Char noticed his seriousness, and his eyes lit up. She quickly led him into a room with a corroded wooden door.
"Maanga. [Ancient text: Light]
Char called out softly, and the ancient walls around them instantly lit up with magic patterns. The accumulated magic that could not be used by mages in the surroundings suddenly gathered and was absorbed, and then twisted tadpole-like characters lit up on the ceiling.
Not only was the room illuminated, but the patterns on the ceiling were also slowly showing so kind of flowing text, like a rolling long poem.
Char naturally understood it, but he did not have the skills of a scholar, nor did he know how to appraise, so he could not obtain the system's approval. He might as well cast a provocative look at Saxson.
"Do you understand it?"
The Duke snorted, cleared his throat, and began to recite the poem.
"Let's begin. Let's begin. Let tell you the heroic deeds that this pair of mortal eyes has seen."
[You have listened to the ancient civilization's [Erapu Epic]. Intelligence 5.]
"That's right, this was very comfortable."
After he finished, Char waved his hand.
"Let's go."
This ti, their destination was a house next door. It was obviously not a residential house, but a shop that sold things. The counter was made of mud and was covered with a magic-enchanted tal shell. There were also a few boxes that had been sealed for a long ti.
This was a rune lock, and Char might not be able to open it, but there was Saxson!
He still looked over provocatively.
"Can you untie it?"
The Duke snorted and did not suspect anything. He took out so tools and worked on the rune lock.
With a sound, the rune vibrated and canceled itself out. The box bounced open, revealing a bundle of scrolls on silk.
Saxson opened the scroll and took a look, but this ti, he was in a difficult position.
Rather than words, it was more like a picture, and it was a simple drawing of so strong n fighting together.
The Krypton Gold Civilization also welcod n?
Saxson was confused. Char sighed, snatched the item, and tore it to pieces.
Instantly, the scroll turned into light dust and scattered on the two of them. Saxson instantly felt his body beco younger.
[You used the [Strengthen Physique Scroll]. Strength and Constitution 5 each.]
"The [Strengthen Physique Scroll]. Just use it directly. The picture on it talks about the classical philosophy of the Krypton Gold Civilization."
Char smiled and patted Saxson's shoulder.
"You still need to watch more and learn more."
The Duke was so angry!
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