Arcanum: Chaos Path

Chapter 223 The God of Poverty

Seeing the atmosphere getting heavy, Luo Lin reached out and clapped his hands, then smiled and said, "Alright, now that we know the topic is heavy, let's stop talking. We don't want to end up crying. Let's talk about something happy instead!"

"For example?" Russell looked at him.

"For example, the taste of witches is really good!" Luo Lin said with a smile. He looked at Russell and said:

"I've always been curious. Even if you didn't know it at first, after learning the truth about your time travel, you should have understood that your diary would one day fall into the hands of your fellow villagers. So how did you dare to write all these love affairs in it? Were you really not afraid that your fellow villagers would one day make it public, completely destroying you socially?"

"Ah, yes..." Russell was sweating profusely. He hesitated for a long time before finally sighing and saying, "When I first wrote these diaries, I didn't expect to meet a fellow countryman. Later, when I learned the truth about time travel, I was barely lucid. I didn't even remember to destroy these diaries..."

"And I was thinking back then that since we were all from the same hometown and had benefited from my diary, I wouldn't do something as ungrateful as publishing it, right?"

"So who is naive?" Rowling glanced at Russell.

Russell immediately remembered that when he first met Lucifer, he had indeed advised this fellow not to trust other travelers too much. He immediately smiled and said, "Isn't it true that we were still young back then..."

Klein suddenly thought of something and gave Rowling a strange look.

Because he remembered it very clearly. Not only was the diary written by Emperor Roselle circulating in the world, but there were also quite a few diaries written by Mr. Lucifer.

"What are you looking at me for? My diary doesn't contain any of those things that would kill someone. I'm happy for people to appreciate my story." Rowling naturally noticed Klein's strange look. He glanced at him and said with a smile.

Klein lowered his head awkwardly, then touched his nose with a wry smile.

"Wait, what do you mean by your diary?" Russell looked at the two of them suspiciously.

Klein was already embarrassed, so he naturally wouldn't answer Russell's question.

Luo Lin looked at Russell fearlessly and said, "I wrote some diaries and spread them out."

"Good guy! Are you so brave?" Russell immediately looked at Rowling with the eyes of a warrior.

"I can't compare to you. You dare to write anything." Luo Lin said with a smile.

Russell was speechless again for a moment.

"Dad, what language are you speaking?" Bernadette, who had been listening for a long time but didn't understand a word, finally couldn't help but speak.

"Well, this is the language of Dad's hometown. I'll teach it to you when Dad gets better." Russell coughed and switched to the common language of Loen.

He really intended to teach Bernadette Chinese. He didn't teach her before because he didn't want Bernadette to know the truth about the time travel and the diary. But now that the diary contents would be published in the future, Russell adhered to the principle of destruction before construction, so he simply planned to teach Bernadette Chinese after the pollution was resolved and he could move freely.

Bernadette's eyes lit up instantly when she heard this. She had long been curious about the unique language used by Roselle, but Roselle had never meant to teach her this language.

Now that Roselle might finally be willing to teach her, Bernadette was naturally delighted. The time for the time travelers to meet their fellow countrymen naturally concluded here. Adhering to the principle of "everything has been met before," Rowling and the other two naturally joined forces with Klein and Little Amon to explore the Roselle Memorial Exhibition together.

In this way, the few of them walked to the library area, where most of the books on display were books that Russell had read, as well as some of his own works.

Russell looked at the books, clenching his chin. Apparently, he remembered something. He then lowered his voice and said to Klein beside him, "Xiao Zhou, did you see that bookmark?"

Klein was stunned for a moment. He looked in the direction Russell was talking, and then he saw a bookmark stuck in the book. Klein's eyebrows jumped, and he suddenly remembered the diary he had read by Russell.

The diary once mentioned the whereabouts of a blasphemous card.

"As a senior time traveler, I have to give you a little gift. But it would be boring if I just gave it to you directly..." Seeing Klein's reaction, Russell knew that Klein must have read the relevant diary. He smiled and said:
"I can tell you clearly that it is indeed a blasphemous card, and it is the one I reserved for the destined person. Now I am giving it to you, but whether you can get it depends on your ability, Xiao Zhou."

Klein was stunned for a moment after hearing this, then he thought of something and looked around nervously.

"Don't worry, no one can hear our conversation. Otherwise, how could we chat in Chinese without attracting other people's attention?" Russell smiled and said, knowing what he was worried about.

As the Emperor of Knowledge, He naturally has some tricks to make others ignore them.

Klein breathed a sigh of relief and subconsciously looked at the bookmark. His heart beat faster.

After all, this is a blasphemous card, a blasphemous card that records a complete path according to legend.

Even if the path recorded on this blasphemous card is not the fortune teller's path, the potion formula can still be sold for money.

Klein was truly broke now. Most of his daily earnings went to repay the debt to Creeping Hunger, and the rest was invested in bicycles. Now, he only had nine pounds and fifteen pence on him.

"Brother, tell me, what do you want to do with the Card of Blasphemy?" Russell could naturally see Klein's yearning for the Card of Blasphemy, and he felt somewhat proud of it. He couldn't help but ask with a smile.

"Sell it for money." Klein said without hesitation for a second.

Russell's smile froze on his face.

Klein also realized that his expression was incorrect and quickly explained, "I meant to sell the potion formula in the Blasphemy Card for money."

It would have been fine if he hadn't explained. As soon as he did, Russell's mouth twitched. He looked Klein up and down with a curious look and said, "Xiao Zhou, that's a blasphemous card. It has built-in anti-divination capabilities. It contains a divine path. And all you can think of is selling the potion formula inside it?"

"But I'm really short of money." Klein had nothing to be embarrassed about; after all, he was truly poor.

"Forgive Klein. After all, he still owes several thousand pounds in foreign debt." Rowling spoke at this moment, looking at Russell with a smile, and said, "And honestly, besides the potion formula inside it, what other use is there for your Blasphemy Card?"

"That has many uses, for example, uh, for example..." Russell suddenly got stuck, because he found that he couldn't think of what the Blasphemy Card could be used for.

(End of this chapter)