I’M Really Not The Demon God’S Lackey
Chapter 6 - The Corpse food teaching ceremony
"Ah, this ... Did you write this?"
Wilde's eyes changed, and his attitude toward holding the book suddenly changed. "Participating in Reading Books"
From his original caution, it became extremely gentle.
Lin Jie's name was clearly visible on top, and Lin Jie's words just now would be reminiscent, and it was clear that he was recommending his own work.
He looked at the five words "Necromancer" written on it, raised his head, and carefully said: "Is this your field of research? Is this about ritual?"
The two easy-to-understand words "Dian Yi" are ceremony and ritual.
The religion of corpse food ...it must be a certain religion, but in Azir, I have never heard of such a church.
There are three main beliefs that have relatively large congregations.
Believe in the truth of knowledge.
The dome church that believes in the moon.
The plague church that believes in the mist of high walls.
Several other small sects were scattered and not famous, but as a witch who often wandered among various powers and acted as a thug, she was quite familiar with this.
However, Wilde was very foreign to the so-called carrion food teachings.
It sounds like an ogre religion, but if it doesn't, it means ...
There was a wave of tremors in the dark wizard's heart.
Scholars were usually included in the legitimate and benevolent camp, and he had always thought that Lin Jie was at least neutral.
Therefore, I never dared to reveal too much of my identity and avoid talking about my past.
The virtues of these high-ranking people are often short-lived, and no one knows if the owner of this bookstore is conducting a boring experiment about "can a brutal black magician rely on words to encourage kindness".
If he were to go against the wishes of the higher-ups, the consequences would be disastrous.
However, the book written by the owner of this bookstore revealed a deep evil in his temperament, and the author seemed to be an evil stronghold without a doubt.
A scholar who studies taboo subjects but has strong powers is destined to be ostracized by the mainstream.
Could this be the reason why Lin Jie hid his life? !
His heart surged and he looked at Lin Jie.
Bookstore owners don't seem to mind customers wanting to know to see it. He smiled and nodded, with a hint of nostalgia, and said: "Yes, this is part of my research topic, and it has also changed my destiny .. . "
Lin Jiechang sighed, "Forget it, there's no need to talk about this kind of thing that's long gone."
long ago? change destiny?
Suddenly, Wilde guessed boldly.
But he meticulously observed Lin Jie's expression, and in the end he just carefully rubbed the pages of the book, noticed that the book pack was a bit rough, and thought about it: "This book looks like it's being billed manually?"
Lin Jie nodded and said, "There were some accidents at that moment. I didn't have time to publish it, so I just kept a self-printed copy. But looking at the Lao Wang you love so much, I'll lend you this book., If you can't trust me, I can also recommend something else to you. "
Before crossing over, Lin Jie was a PhD student and a lecturer at Folklore.
——The name of Mr. Lin has its historical origins, and the chicken soup of a life mentor is not practiced in a day.
Assuming that he did not choose to cross over at first, he should have published a book related to sixth folklore, and he might have been awarded the title of professor.
Although compared to some of the "youngest associate professors" who appeared without end, "genius scholars" and the like.
Now that he's 24, he really doesn't want to go out, and he's probably going to be criticised.
But in this field of research, Lin Jie did specialize in surgery.
Wilde bowed slightly, looked at Lin Jie, and said, "But handing such an important orphan over to the hands of such an evil parent like me really makes me a little worried."
Of course he wasn't worried about losing his book.
As an old witch, what she was more worried about now was that since this was an unpublished work, the things recorded in it might be experimental.
If he conducts research without authorization, some unforeseen consequences may occur.
It seemed that the other party actually thought of it as some kind of experiment ...
"What's troubling about this, Pharaoh, I'm sure you can add more value to this book. My research is only valuable when viewed."
"Are there orphans? No problem for me." Lin Jie smiled slightly and glanced at the bookshelf behind him: "Now I have the entire forest."
"I can reproduce a copy at any time. Knowledge in my mind cannot be stolen. Only fame and fortune are stolen, and this is the most useless to me."
Lin Jie looked at Wilde deeply.
Pharaoh Pharaoh, take it, this is my last chicken soup!
He could sense in the conversation that Lao Wang was very concerned about his own research, but such attention was not about the subject itself, but a longing for what the results would produce.
As an empty-nesting parent, Fir'aun looks kind-hearted, but in reality he is arrogant and reserved, ostracized by relatives and friends, making him deeply concerned with the academic world.
He needed this achievement, fame, and wealth to cover the void in his heart!
But this kind of mentality was pathological and paranoid, and could further exacerbate his distance from the crowd.Therefore, Lin Jie decided to enlighten him and let him feel the attention of others again!
Wilde meets the meaningless eyes of the bookstore owner and takes off his hat: "Teaching."
His hat fingers trembled slightly.
Fame and wealth are useless ... Did this sentence warn him not to reveal any information to others?
This was to realize that he had guessed some clues.
The dark witch's heart became increasingly cautious.
Lin Jie said again: "But after saying that, since you can understand, cough, demon words, then you should be able to read this book. If you think it's good, I'd be happy to recommend it to others . "
He gave a polite and quiet smile.
Wilde looked at the book in his hand, nodded, and said, "I understand, I'll try my best."
It seemed like the bookstore owner wanted him to help spread his work.
This is the price he has to pay.
Wilde was relieved.
Just have a price.
There is no free lunch in the world.
If the bookstore owner continued to be generous, he would be even more worried, because in this case, the final price might be his.
Not also reveal the identity of the owner of the book, but also spread the contents of the book.
So it seemed like he could only study the contents thoroughly and then verbally pass them on to others. You have to be careful, careful, and then careful.
"Then, I should also say goodbye."
Wilde put his hat back on, then hesitated, taking the pitch-black stone statue from his arm and placing it on the table.
"Thank you for your continued guidance. This is my little heart. I hope you don't refuse."