You don't cast spells by the rules at all, do you?

Sopea consciously looked at Sean and asked: Can I go read a book?

It seems like I'm addicted to books.

But more of it is to avoid it.

Blake and the others in front were gathered around the display case, most likely discussing the Book of Old Languages. In the past, he was naturally qualified to know and even participate in the discussion, but in this life... not yet.

He was already content to be able to browse other books in the library on the fourth floor of the temple.

Sean nodded and motioned for him to go.

His original intention was to let Sopea and his apprentice take a look at the "treasure" on the fourth floor as a reward for entering the dream, but Sopea really couldn't let go, and he wouldn't force it.

To be honest, this choice is quite appealing to him.

It seems that it is not unreasonable for my past self to trust Sopea.

After watching the master and disciple leave, Sean walked behind "himself" and listened to their discussion quietly.

Sopea's guess was correct. Blake was indeed discussing with several instructors what books should be placed on this floor.

And there were unexpected gains.

I only heard an old man shaking his head and saying: "What you just said is too profound. No, those little guys won't understand it."

The man said, "But we can't put the one you mentioned in there. It can't even be called a secret method. What's the difference between it and other books?"

The person next to him interrupted: "I think it should be at least as good as the books on display on the third floor."

"You are forcing me to do something unreasonable. The Origin of Forbidden Spells is one of the core secrets of the Seraph family. They sent it to us for Mr. Black's sake and asked us to adapt it and put it in the library. Where can we find another big family like this?"

Sean was slightly surprised when he heard this.

It turns out that Forbidden Meditation was originally a secret technique of the Elviri family?

He couldn't help but think of the attack on Flores Hospital that night. No wonder the girl was able to temporarily break through the rank.

The old man continued: "The Vatican."

"Don't they control the secret arts of faith?"

"This is the most powerful path recognized among the twelve major paths of magic. It should be worthy of the display case on the fourth floor of our temple, right?"

"Forget it, what do you mean by recognized as the strongest?" A young instructor curled his lips, "Can it compare to Mr. Black's Truth Spell?"

He seems to be a black blow.

Blake, who had been silent for a long time, spoke at this time and shook his head in denial: "Don't believe it."

"That's right. Don't forget the rules of our temple." The young mentor agreed, "We don't believe in religion."

"Then what do you think we should do?" The group of old scholars were puzzled.

It cannot be profound, nor simple, and it must be rare and high-end. Otherwise, why don't they just compile a book by themselves by gathering all the existing spells?

"Wait a minute, I remember your family seems to have a very efficient meditation method, what is it called..."

The young mentor suddenly said to the old man, but he forgot the name of this meditation method for a moment. He thought for a long time before he said uncertainly: "Two people in a row?"

"Bullshit." The old man cursed, obviously unhappy that the young mentor got the name wrong, and corrected him: "It's called the Double Sinking."

"Oh yes, the Underworld Technique!"

The young mentor clapped his hands and said, "Isn't that it?"

The old man immediately blew his beard and glared, "Why don't you take out your family's secret technique?"

The young mentor chuckled and said, "Our family is not good enough. It's not as big as yours. We can't compare to you and Seraphim."

Everyone: "Then let's use the Netherworld Method!"

Make a decision quickly before this fire burns you.

The old man was furious and could only ask Black for help: "Why are you so anxious? Mr. Black has the final say on what to release. What if Mr. Black disagrees?"

Blake tilted his head: "I think so."

Old man: "???"

Sean, who was eavesdropping on the side, also became interested.

The method of sinking into the underworld...

It sounds like dual cultivation?

……

Chapter 68 The Secret of the Statue (Please read on~)

At Carl Black's decision, the display case on the fourth floor of the temple finally contained the old man's family's double meditation method.

Sean didn't know if this was the dual cultivation he had in mind, and he really wanted to take a look - not that he had any ideas, but mainly for the sake of learning. As the pioneer of the era of scholars, it was necessary for him to implement the saying "knowledge is power" to the end.

You can't see it just by looking at it. It takes time for the old man to go back to the family and bring the book back, and it also takes time to adapt it. He can't keep waiting in this dream, so he has to speed up the old man.

This is a dream. He remembered that the creator of the dream can control the timeline. He just needs to ask Sopea to help postpone it.

But before that, Sean floated to the fifth, sixth, and seventh floors.

Although the Book of Old Languages on the fourth floor has just been arranged, the fifth, sixth and seventh floors are most likely empty, but what if?

It’s just a glance, not a big deal.

The result is naturally nothing unexpected.

Not only are there no treasures on the fifth, sixth, and seventh floors, there aren't even any display cabinets. There are very few books on the shelves, and there are only a few people. It looks like it's still under construction.

Sean was not discouraged and turned around to look for Sopea and Connie.

No one knew what the master and disciple were talking about. When Connie stole a glance at Sean, her cheeks turned red.

Sean didn't notice the girl's little action and directly explained his thoughts to Sopea.

Adjusting the timeline is certainly possible.

But there is a problem.

"After the timeline changes, we may not still be in Kovri," said Sopea.

Kovri is the name of this city, one of the largest capitals during the Era of Erudito, and the only city in the entire Empire not under the jurisdiction of the Vatican.

Many people who have never been to or don't know much about the city of Cofri think that its geographical location is very remote at first, but in fact this is just a stereotype of autonomous regions. Cofri is not remote at all, but is located in the most central area of the continent, and the Holy City of Vatican is right next door.

Every time Blake went to see the Saint, he could arrive within two days by carriage even without using magic.

Sopea knew that Sean didn't know about the Scholar Era, or had forgotten many things, so she patiently explained it to Sean.

Xiao En didn't think it was right and asked suspiciously, "How many days will it take for me to see the Saint? How do you know?"

"Are you following me?"

Sopea: “???”

How dare he!

Sopea quickly explained: "One time I was going to the Holy City to buy something, and you said it was on the way, so you took me along."

"Originally I wanted to use the teleportation array, but you refused. You said we should take a carriage and see more scenery along the way. That way, we can feel like we are out for fun."

Sean praised himself consciously: "Am I such a romantic?"

Sopea immediately agreed: "Of course, Mr. Black... No, Mr. Sean has always been a representative of romanticism."

As he spoke, he tugged at Connie's sleeve.

Connie said quickly: "Yes, yes, yes!"

But Sean humbly asked for advice: "Before you praise me, can you tell me what romanticism is?"

Sopea: “…”

Connie: “…”

She doesn't know either.

Anyway, if the teacher says it’s romantic, then it’s romantic.

At Connie's age, she is just about to blossom. Even as a reshaper, she will still be affected by this body before her memory is fully restored. The wizarding world generally calls this situation the three-hundred-year-old adolescence. For Connie, the word romance means love.

Sopea's understanding is different.

"Romance is the ultimate," he said.

You treat as trash the things that others long for, but you pursue the things that others think are meaningless all your life.

In Sopea's eyes, romance is not an adjective but a name. It represents a state of mind that has been detached from the secular perspective and where one no longer acts to please others but only to please oneself.

For example, academics.

Sopea vaguely remembered that when Blake and Deilly, the eldest daughter of the Seraph family, were in love, they behaved completely differently from other lovers.

At this time, most couples would like to stick together all the time and not let each other out of their sight.

This is a kind of romance.

Blake, however, continued to go to the academic laboratory every day as usual, and he was considered diligent if he went to see Dalely once a month.

This may be another kind of romance.

It's just that Blake gave romance to the mystic.

Sean listened in silence, and suddenly he began to understand why his sister-in-law hated him.

If you put yourself in his shoes, if he had such a sister-in-law now, he would also feel unfair for his brother.

"What a bastard." Sean couldn't help but sigh and hold his forehead.

Sopea nodded: "Indeed."

Sean's eyes widened: "Huh?"

Do you agree with this?

Sopea coughed lightly and said seriously, "I mean that the occult is a jerk, a slut who stole Mr. Sean's attention."

Sean: “Heh.”

He was too lazy to argue with Sopea.

Let’s not talk about personal matters anymore, as it would be off topic.

"Let's do it." Sean said.

Regardless of whether moving the timeline would change their current position, they had to give it a try.

"Okay." Sopea no longer hesitated, raised her hand, and countless rays of light emerged from her palm, just like the scene when Cony controlled the timeline last time, as if unraveling the entire world.

In fact, he didn't need to make such a big move.

There wasn't one before.

But at that time, Sopea didn't know Sean's identity. Now that he knows it, he must show a serious attitude regardless of whether it is necessary or not.

Soon, two months passed.

To Sopea's surprise, they were no longer in Kovri.

Ran to a lonely island.

This island is very small, at most the size of a Temple of Truth.

Sean looked at the vast ocean around him, the waves rippling in the sun and the wind, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"Where is this?"

"……I don't know either."

Sopea said.

Blake had never taken him to this place.

But he remembered that Blake had a hobby, fishing.

Occasionally, when he felt hungry, Blake liked to go to the Neverwinter Sea, where ordinary wizards dared not go, to fish for sea beasts mutated by magic, and take them back as food or to make potions.

Sean walked around the small island and saw a fishing boat on the sea to the north. "He" was fishing on the boat.