Life has dealt a heavy hand to a weak demigod like me.

However, when combined with Luden's words, it does seem like a bit of a mockery of the city.

"Mr. Luden, can you tell me about the history of Wesdel? I'm very interested in this place and I have an urge to stay here."

This is not nonsense, Morin really has an urge to stay here.

After all, this town is very interesting, from the strange humanoid creatures to the talking street lights. If possible, he wants to stay in this city for a few more days.

You won't leave without at least knowing why this city is so interesting.

"You have a good eye, but the history of Visdel is extremely valuable knowledge. Even the generous Luden wouldn't tell you for free."

"What are you going to give me in exchange?"

After Luden spoke, Morin suddenly felt his eyes light up, and a scale appeared in front of him.

Luden stood on one side of the scale and he stood on the other. The scale was pressed down heavily on the side where Luden stood, while the scale was tilted high on the side where he stood.

Although no one told him what to do, a voice echoed in his heart - by using knowledge to balance the scales, he would be able to get what he wanted to know.

Maureen blinked and then put his potion knowledge about the thief sequence into the scales.

This was valuable knowledge, but it didn't tip the scales much.

"Come back to me one day when you have enough knowledge."

As these words fell, Morin's consciousness returned to his body.

"The history of this city...it's very interesting. I'd like to know more about it..." Teresa said with some emotion. "I wonder what I can offer in exchange?"

Luden's expression turned embarrassed. "Actually, that knowledge isn't that valuable. If you like, just tell me your name."

Maureen: ???

A thief's potion knowledge from sequence 9 to sequence 5 is not as good as a name?

Is this scale and city of knowledge serious?

"Theresa, Theresa Severus." Theresa said with a smile.

"What a beautiful name...wait...Theresa Severus...this name..." Luden suddenly lost his luster.

Not only him, all the street lights on the entire street lost their light in an instant.

The darkness lasted only a moment.

When the lights flickered again, the surrounding street scenes changed.

Beautiful petals fell from the sky, and the sky was lit up by colorful and beautiful lights. The low houses disappeared before their eyes, and rows of people holding various musical instruments that Teresa was not familiar with appeared around them, and then beautiful music sounded.

"Dear guests, I am the mayor of this city. A great being has prepared everything for you." A clear voice sounded slowly, and then a figure appeared in front of them.

She looked young, but was dressed elegantly. Although she seemed to be trying hard to act majestically, she looked extremely cute.

The other party didn't say much after appearing. Three winged "unicorns" appeared in front of Charles, Peroz and Theresa.

Morin on the side slowly typed a "?"

He felt as if the whole world was against him here.

-

Chapter 283: Lady Doom's Gift

I'm so angry. Will this world ever get better? What did I do wrong to deserve this kind of treatment?

Even someone as open-minded as Morin felt a little upset when he saw this situation.

"Who are you? Which noble person arranged all this?" Charles asked, looking at the other person.

She, who called herself the mayor of this city, slowly shifted her gaze to Ciel.

"You can call me Pandora. This is the name given to me by a great being."

This name...Ciel's expression was a little subtle.

He wanted to know if it was a coincidence, or if she was really the Pandora in his impression - Noah and his Ark existed in this world, and also left a legend in his former world. This Pandora might also be such an existence.

"Although I don't know why you are wary of me, some things are unnecessary." Pandora waved her hand as she spoke. A servant stood up beside her, holding a book in his hand.

"That great being is your old friend."

"These are some traces left from your time with her."

Ciel was stunned for a moment.

He has many friends, but not many of them have such a close relationship with the astral world.

He had indeed heard his friends talk about the City of Knowledge. It was a strange place where one could gain power just by showing off the knowledge they possessed.

Theoretically, in this place, as long as you read enough books and acquire enough knowledge, an ordinary person can also possess power that rivals a demigod, a sub-god, or even a true god - this is just theory. After all, when it comes to knowledge, an ordinary person can never compare to a true god, a sub-god, or even a demigod.

How can a hundred years of human life compare to the thousands or even millions of years of extraordinary creatures?

With some strange feelings in his heart, Charles cast his eyes on the book that the other party handed over.

There is a poem printed on it.

I wish I were a torrent,

It's a small river in the mountains.

On the rough road,

Passing on the rocks

As long as my love

It's a small fish,

In my waves

Swimming around happily.

I wish I were a wild forest,

On both sides of the river,

To the gusts of wind,

Fight bravely

As long as my love

It's a little bird,

In my dense

Nesting among the branches, singing

...]

Charles's expression became even more subtle.

I would like to be the rapids, his former "masterpiece".

As for plagiarism, he had no guilt in the beginning. On the contrary, he was once lost in the reputation that should not have existed.

But now that I think about it, I feel a little embarrassed.

Or rather, every time he heard people talk about how great and talented he was as the high priest, he felt a little ashamed, as if he couldn't face anyone.

"What a beautiful poem..." Theresa's eyes fell on the poem just like Charles'.

"Love poem... I didn't expect that not only your name is very similar to that of the high priest, Rocks, but you also inherited some of his talents." Peroz also teased.

Charles looked at the two of them speechlessly.

"Haven't you ever heard this poem? I Wish It Were the Torrent, an early work of the High Priest."

Teresa and Peroz exchanged a glance, then shook their heads. "That's impossible. Although time has passed, most of the high priest's poems have been passed down. After all, things that are widely sung are always more popular than some esoteric history."

"Poetry of this quality, especially on love, could not have been lost if it had been written by a high priest."

Indeed, beautiful poems, especially those about love, which are so popular should not be lost.

Speaking of which girl did I recite this poem to?

The Land of Women? No, the poems I left there were more passionate and unrestrained.

Lulu Eve? I'd like to, but I don't have the chance.

A succubus? Compared to poetry, succubi prefer their own special "knowledge"...

Or was it a love poem he gave to a lady at an aristocratic dinner?

He searched his mind and suddenly a lady wearing a top hat and fancy clothes appeared in his mind.

No...

I am so bold that I even dare to tease Ms. Doom?

Charles remembered.

This poem he prepared specifically for Lady Doom.

At that time, he was not clear about the other person's identity, but he felt that she had a special temperament that attracted him.

In addition, the other party's behavior and way of doing things were a bit strange, so Charles was a little curious at the time and followed her quietly, wanting to know her identity and why she was so special.

And then... there was the nightmare he didn't want to mention.

I was wondering why poems like this couldn't be passed down, and it turns out it's because they were recited by the wrong people.

No matter who it is, this kind of poem would be circulated, even if it is to prove their charm as a woman or to elevate themselves by taking advantage of Charles's status at the time.

But if it's Ms. Doom...

No matter how you think about it, given her status, she would never recite such poems to other people.

"Maybe I remembered it wrong..." When saying this, Charles looked like he was about to cry, and Peroz beside him was a little surprised.

You know, this is the first time that Charles has shown such an expression in front of her.

According to her speculation, Charles is a god-level being.

What kind of existence could make him show such an expression?

"So this city is His kingdom?" Charles asked cautiously.

If the other party nodded, Charles would take Theresa and the others away without hesitation.

Although if Ms. Doom really appeared, he could learn a lot about the world from her, but thinking of her "brutal" and "bad" character, Charles felt that it would be much more difficult to get the truth from her than to investigate on his own.

"Of course not, that gentleman is just one of the countless passers-by in this city." Pandora said with a smile.

"Wesdel has a very long history. In the distant past, it even had the honor of hosting five supreme beings."

"The knowledge they left behind in this city still provides vitality for it, preventing us from falling into eternal slumber like other cities."

Did this guy guess what I wanted to ask and just interrupt me with words?

Looking at Pandora's calm smile, Ciel raised an eyebrow.

Originally, he wanted to ask this "City of Knowledge" whether it knew some truths about this world.

Before such words were brought up, the other party brought up the concept of eternal sleep - that is a kind of "curse" of almost eternal sleep. People who fall into eternal sleep will hardly be able to wake up again without special reasons.

"Are there many cities in the astral realm that have fallen into eternal sleep?" he asked, following up on the other party's words.

"Almost all cities have probably fallen into eternal sleep. Visdel has only recently awakened, and most of the cities we can reach have not yet awakened and are still in eternal sleep." Pandora told Charles everything she knew.

"What is the reason why He arranged today's events? Do you know His whereabouts?" Charles asked his last question.

"That great being's traces, like other great beings, have temporarily disappeared from our sight, but one day He will return."

"As for the purpose of His arrangement...it's probably because He loves this poem."

Pandora's face showed a hint of nostalgia. She imitated the tone of Lady Doom, imitating her voice, "It's a beautiful poem, but the tone when reciting it is not sincere enough. It's not a poem written for me."

"If he comes here one day, and there's someone he truly likes by his side, you guys should entertain him on my behalf."

Charles frowned.

To be honest, he didn't like the sound and gesture.

The other party's imitation was also very poor, which made him feel even worse.