As a villain, I really can't become stronger anymore

The young man stared in amazement, watching the gravekeeper wolfing down the food. He opened his mouth but ultimately said nothing.

The young man's reaction was completely seen by the tombkeeper, and he sneered in his heart. He was just eating a little barbecue from you. Fortunately, you didn't refuse or stop him. Otherwise, he would have put his body on the fire and roasted it.

One bite after another... He looked like a refugee fleeing from famine.

It didn't take long before the gravekeeper had completely stuffed the roasted leg of lamb into his stomach. Even the bottle of good wine next to it was gulped down by the old man.

He wasn't worried about this kid poisoning him at all.

After all, this kid was planning to bake it for himself to eat, so there was no reason to poison himself.

What's more, what is his strength?

If there was anything unusual about this barbecue, he would be able to detect it quickly.

There's no way, I'm just so confident.

After eating and drinking enough, the old man casually raised his sleeves and wiped the dirty corners of his mouth: "Have you been staying here?"

Gudong!

The young man swallowed again.

"Yes."

The tombkeeper nodded with satisfaction: "Have you ever seen anyone walking past this way?"

"There is one."

The gravekeeper's wrinkled face raised a brow slightly: "One? Did you read that right? What does that person look like?"

The young cleric thought for a moment and then spoke slowly: "Sorry, that man seemed to be in a hurry. He ran very fast. I couldn't see clearly what he looked like. I could only see a rough outline. He was tall. , tall and majestic, with dark complexion.”

The tombkeeper thought about it in his mind. He was tall, muscular, and dark-skinned. Isn't that the same man from before?

That boy was also alert, and actually knew how to separate from the woman next to him.

Huh, stupid, do you think you can't find them if you separate like this?

"Then do you know where he went?" the tombkeeper asked again.

"Over there..." The young cleric pointed to the side and spoke quickly, as if he was a dead Taoist friend but not a poor Taoist.

Looking in the direction of the young man's finger, that place seemed to be the palace of the Twilight Dynasty... The gravekeeper's wrinkled old face actually gradually blossomed into a smile that made people's scalps tingle.

The palace is the residence of the Twilight King.

The resentment of the last Twilight King is still entrenched in the palace even though eight thousand years have passed.

That kid, is he trying to use the resentment of the last Twilight King to deal with me?

Although he was tall and thick, he was really a cunning guy... The gravekeeper believed more and more in this young priest whom he met for the first time.

Without saying much, he decided to let the boy off for the time being because he was so knowledgeable. But just after he took a few steps out, the tombkeeper suddenly stopped and looked at the young man again. .

The young man's body suddenly tensed up.

This kind of performance made the tombkeeper sigh inwardly.

That's all, that's all, although this kid's strength is not very good, and his courage is pitiful, but he doesn't look annoying at all.

This boy may not be able to inherit the inheritance of the Guardian of Destiny.

He doesn't have the ability or the character.

And if I can't find someone to pass on my experience of studying magic in the imperial mausoleum for eight thousand years, I will feel regretful after all, even if my life span ends and my body dies and my soul disappears.

It was fate to meet this boy.

Perhaps, this is fate?

The gravekeeper smiled slightly, reached out and took out a dirty, tattered-looking notebook. He tossed it to the young man and said, "Boy, I have been studying magic for tens of thousands of years."

"There are eighty magic notes left in a lifetime, if not a hundred."

"However, this one alone is a collection of the essence of all magic notebooks. It contains all my experiences in practicing magic, as well as my own original magic, which even contains forbidden spells."

"Today I saw you were destined, so I gave it to you."

"You have to study hard and don't neglect it. I think your qualifications are limited and it will be difficult for you to achieve any great achievements in this life. However, this magic notebook will allow you to break through to the legendary level without any problem."

"In the future, if you have the opportunity, you can find a person with excellent talent for me to pass on my unique magic, and the fate between you and me today will be in vain."

This young man seemed to be frightened. He didn't seem to expect that a bottle of wine and a few slices of barbecue could be exchanged for such a gain.

For a moment, I didn't know how to react.

The tombkeeper didn't say much. After throwing the magic note to the young man, he left in a daze. His appearance, temperament, and tattered coarse clothes gave him a perfect interpretation of the demeanor of an expert. The ultimate limit.

He also wants to kill the fox girl and that man.

The superior will return to the superior.

However, he did not intend to let go of anyone who dared to reject his kindness.

What's more, the man punched him, and his eye sockets are still blue. It's really hard to relieve the hatred in his heart without killing him.

As for the young man, it was only after the tombkeeper left that he raised his head and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

This kind of fear is not fake.

The aura of the tombkeeper was so fucking terrifying, especially at close range. During the entire process, he even felt that his breathing had completely stopped.

"It's so fucking scary..."

The young man muttered, then looked at the magic notebook in his arms, the expression on his face became increasingly weird.

He never expected that the tomb keeper would be willing to hand over to him the magic notes he compiled by integrating the essence of his 10,000 years of hard training.

There is even a forbidden spell he created in it?

Darling, this tombkeeper can actually create his own magic and forbidden spells?

So how terrifying was his strength in his heyday?

If he hadn't been imprisoned in the imperial mausoleum for eight thousand years, his strength was exhausted, and his mind was even a little unclear, and he was afraid that he would kill him the first time he met him, how could he have given this precious magic note to him? ?

"He's quite a weird person..."

The young man muttered quietly: "I can't bear to poison him!"

He couldn't help but wanted to worship this tombkeeper as his adoptive father.

Chapter 4 is presented.

Chapter 234 Son of Destiny (5)

Looking at the magic notebook in his hand, Ron knew very well how heavy this magic notebook was.

Since this gravekeeper can create his own magic and even his own forbidden spells, he must have at least been a master of the demigod realm in his heyday, and maybe he has also stepped into the god realm.

It's just that because he has stayed in the imperial mausoleum for a long time and was responsible for suppressing the corpses in the coffins, plus it has been more than ten thousand years, his life span is almost reaching the limit. That's why he is anxious to pass on his lifelong experience in studying magic and his original magic.

But, who would have thought that this inheritance would actually fall on Ron?

That's right, this young cleric was none other than Ron. The gravekeeper never expected that the person he wanted to kill was right in front of him.

The concealment mask has achieved new results.

However, during the brief contact just now, Ron was indeed frightened, fearing that something was wrong with him. Fortunately, Ron's acting skills were pretty good, and the old man was also nearing his end of his life, his strength was reduced, and his eyesight was dim. , after all, I couldn’t detect anything unusual.

Ron grinned and opened the magic notebook with a smile.

After just reading two pages, Ron discovered that the tombkeeper's understanding of magic was simply deviant in today's Twilight Continent.

Magicians on the Twilight Continent almost all pursue powerful magic and more advanced magic.

The stronger the magic power, the more destructive power of the magic released.

Only with more advanced magic can you destroy your enemies more easily.

However, what is recorded in the Gravekeeper's Magic Notes is more about the techniques for releasing magic.

That is another way for magicians to practice, a way that is equally important as increasing magic power and learning magic, but is often easily ignored.

The core content of this magic notebook can be summed up in one sentence: use less magic to create stronger effects.

If it were simpler, it would be compression.

If we say that the magic power consumption of low-level magic is one, the magic power consumption of intermediate magic is ten, the magic power consumption of high-level magic is one hundred, the magic power consumption of secondary forbidden spell is one thousand, the consumption of forbidden magic is ten thousand...

So, what is recorded in this magic notebook is how to increase the destructive power of magic by compressing it when releasing magic. For example, according to the techniques recorded in the magic notes, three parts of magic power can be compressed into one part and used to release a low-level magic, which can ultimately cause destructive power comparable to that of mid-level magic.

If the compression technique is more advanced, then one hundred parts of the magic power can be compressed and used to release low-level magic, and the effect can even be comparable to a secondary forbidden spell.

The serial fireballs and wind blades that the Gravekeeper had used before were all done in this way.

The most important thing is that this compression technique can not only increase the destructive power of magic, but also speed up the singing speed of magic.

Sub-forbidden spells and forbidden spell level magic often require a long time to chant. Relatively speaking, compression techniques, although there is an additional process of compression, are basically not required for low-level magic and intermediate magic for powerful magicians. Chanting steps.

In comparison, the time consumed by the compression process is nothing compared to the chanting of secondary forbidden spells and forbidden spells.

After just a cursory glance, Ron already understood the value of this magic note.

Although this note does not provide any means of rapid cultivation and refining magic power, this technique of releasing magic alone is enough to significantly increase a magician's strength, even double it, or increase it several times.

Even more important than the forbidden curse recorded later.

If the gravekeeper really knew that the magic skills he had studied for thousands of years had actually fallen into the hands of the person he wanted to kill the most, I really don't know what kind of expression he would show.

Maybe, he would be immediately angry to death.

If it weren't for the fact that this was not the right place, Ron would really want to practice this magic.

After reading it again, Ron memorized every word and pattern in the magic notes in his mind, and immediately stuffed the magic notes into the storage ring.

Immediately, he turned his hand and an empty glass bottle appeared in Ron's palm.

There were still a few drops of liquid left in it.

Magic potion to disperse the soul.

In order to deal with the old priest Abraham of the Larnaca City branch of the Church of the Dawn Goddess, Ron entrusted Virgil to search for a large amount of materials. In the end, it was Lydia who refined the potion herself.

The effect of dispersing the soul can dissipate the magic power in the body of the user, and even make people feel depressed.

On the way out of Larnaca City, Ron asked Lydia to refine a few more points.

Although this magic potion is difficult to administer, once the poison is successfully administered, the effect is very overbearing.

However, when the two parts of Sanhun are separated, it is a colorless and odorless liquid, like pure water. A lot of Sanhun was also smeared on the roasted lamb chops before. In order to cover up, Ron also deliberately added the smell It was very heavy, and he didn't expect that the tomb keeper would come over and ask for food. He was just making extra preparations, but he didn't expect that the tomb keeper was so cooperative and ate everything.

Speaking of which, the golden grilled lamb chops just now were the finished products that Ron had purchased at Adams in the Royal City of Granville. They were kept fresh by magic. When you want to eat them, you can take them out and heat them up before eating. Ron is not a master of cooking. How could he roast fresh mutton to a golden color in just a few minutes... I don't know if this is considered a prepared dish.

All in all, this may have helped the tombkeeper dispel some of his doubts, which can be regarded as a credit.

Ron wasn't sure how effective the soul-dispelling potion would be on the gravekeeper. He didn't know if he could weaken the gravekeeper to the point where he could kill him.

Ron was not kind to women. Although the tombkeeper had given him a book, he gave him this magic note on his own initiative, as repayment for the steak and wine.

Accepting the magic note does not mean that he will not be killed.

Ron knew the difference very well.

This gravekeeper wanted to kill himself, and he was still a puppet of fate. Ron would not let such a guy survive in this world, otherwise he would not be able to sleep and eat well.

However, with my current strength, even if it has the effect of dispersing the soul, I am afraid that it is still insufficient to kill the tombkeeper. Maybe I need to find some suitable partners?

Ron thought in his mind, straightened his clothes, and walked straight out of the alley. After looking around, he walked towards the direction of the Dusk Dynasty Palace.

……

the other side.

There is another figure heading towards the palace.

Vice Pope of the Church of the Dawn Goddess, Apu.

At this moment, Apu's previous injuries have been healed, and the mutations and distortions in his body caused by the seeds of the sacred tree have long since returned to their original state.

At least, that's what it seems on the surface.

He seemed even more majestic as a vicar than before.

He stood up completely from his previous embarrassment.