The correct way to cultivate poros

Chapter 209 The Watcher of the Boundary

"Jeep!"

The poro had a great time chasing spiders in the jungle.

With the blessing of the malevolent trait, these spiders are instinctively afraid of the Poro, fleeing when they see them.

At this moment, July finally found a place to drill into the nest covered with silk nets, blasting out countless small spiders, so densely packed that it makes one's scalp tingle.

"Why are there so many spiders in this forest?" Sarah once again tore off the cobwebs wrapped around her hair, complaining irritably.

"Oh, I asked that question too. Maokai said that in the burrow in the woods lived a giant spider, an ancient being blessed with the blessing of the Blessed Light Water like him, and these spiders were her descendants." Ah said the raccoon.

"But I didn't see any other living trees in the woods, so why are there so many spiders?"

"That's because people regularly bring living people to the island to make sacrifices and provide food for the spiders."

"Doesn't Maokai care about this neighbor?" Rao even Miss Fortune felt that living sacrifices were a little outrageous.

"He vowed to fight the undead to the end, and he has no time to worry about it. And no matter how disgusting the spider is, it is much better than the undead. At least their dead bodies can be turned into fertilizer to nourish the land."

Zell withdrew his observing gaze. He noticed that Gwen next to him was absent-minded, and his body was covered with spider silk all the way without knowing it.

"Thinking about it, Gwen."

"Ah?" Gwen raised her head and replied hesitantly: "It should be nothing, just some illusion."

"Let's go, I've been observing you for a while, and you've been like this since you landed on the island."

Gwen hesitated for a moment: "I feel like there is something in the black mist that has been following us."

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Senna took a closer look, and the ancient book in Lucian's hand was a diary, but what aroused his suspicion was a few pages of yellowed paper mixed in it, and the font on the paper was very compact and beautiful.

What was written above was the statement of a secret vault watcher. He specially designed a system based on the countless articles, inscriptions, treasures, portraits, accessories, and clothing collected in the treasury, and carried out detailed classification and evaluation to inform others how to Find and maintain various items in the Vault to ensure that they are not lost and safe.

On the back of the paper is a page of catalogues, densely filled with a set of very precise methods to divide the detailed addresses of various book objects into 27 major categories, and there are many sub-categories under each major category.

It is indeed a perfect system.

At the end, the author also reminds: No matter where you find something, you should return it to the correct place.

Obviously, this is a watchman who takes his job seriously, and he provided constructive advice and solutions for the containment of the holy relic.

Lucian turned to the second page, the same author, but there were many ink dots on the paper, as if the tip of the pen had been poked directly on it, through the text, we could see the author's inner hesitation when writing this article.

The scale and collection of the secret library are too vast, and the author needs to spend a lot of time to browse through and return all items to the correct location.

He thought it was just a low-level task, but the indifference of other watchmen to items greatly increased his workload. If he, a top-ranked top student, continued to spend his time on these tedious tasks, then his life would be ruined. No hope of working with Hylia's masters.

But he still made up his mind to classify and record these dangerous holy relics, and spent years of effort to design a successful system, which recorded the impact category, scope of action, and effect strength of each holy relic in detail. .

At the same time, he reminded again: no matter where you find something, you should return it to the correct place.

Lucian turned to the last sheet, it was still the same author, his handwriting became deeper, as if engraved on paper.

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It is not my intention to accuse any putative guest or hard-working librarian of insensitivity to the purpose of our existence, or to the sanctity of our work and the machinery of our organization.

No, the failure to achieve such an ideal agreement is not a personal mistake of one person, but a common problem of all human beings.

However, it is still painful for me to point out that, whether it is to my superiors, presumed guests, or hard-working librarians, this is the No. 30 event that violates the classification system of our holy place.

If there is a way, I must pursue those responsible for neglecting their duties, nail them to the pillar of shame, and use pain to make them regain prudence, rationality, social justice, basic etiquette and parental love, which seem to have been completely missing. good quality.

So I want to say it again: no matter where you found something, you should return it to its proper place.

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"You suspect that the author of them is Thresh? I know that he was indeed a secret library manager during his lifetime, and he managed the storage and management of dark holy objects. But these statements are not well-known, and he is identified as Thresh only by the final vent of anger." It would be too far-fetched."

From these words, Senna saw a scholar with outstanding ability and a strong sense of responsibility, full of indignation because his research results were not taken seriously, which was very different from the Thresh she knew.

"These official announcements are written by the author on the bright side, and the darker things don't just show up. This is a record that fell out of the Thresh Lantern when you broke it. You can see it for yourself. knew."

Lucian took out a broken diary from his luggage and showed it to Senna. She quickly flipped through a few pages and immediately understood that Lucian's suspicion was not groundless.

The author of the diary is Eben Greer, who calls himself the Keeper of the Boundaries.

Although Greer, who had just taken over the job, hated the job, he was also eager to prove his ability, and also spent a lot of energy writing a system for the treasure of the secret vault.

He condemned the laziness of the other watchmen for not keeping the holy relics as well as they were recorded.

According to the records, the watchman must turn the key of the heart in the corresponding lock every 39 hours, and use it to open any locked items at other times.But the other watchman failed to put the key back on time and turn it at the correct time, causing the key to spin once in his heart.

It didn't take long for the secret vault to be killed again, and another watcher confused the book of gnawing with the book of devouring.Frequent accidents made Greer realize that being a watcher is a high-risk occupation, so he urgently wants to continue to systematically classify the sacred objects to ensure that he will not be killed by these stupid colleagues one day.

From the beginning to the end, what Greer wanted to do was to reduce sacrifices and ensure safety. He began to study an unnamed book. The biggest feature of this book is that it whispers people's darkest thoughts.As a result, the research was stopped by the Grand Warden Rastofel, and he even threatened to be demoted for no reason.

Greer felt that Lastofel wanted to embezzle his research results, so he used those dark sacred objects that violated common sense to create an accident and imprison his soul.The other Wardens lacked the study of dark relics, and no one would have guessed that he did it.

During the interrogation of Rastofel, Greer learned that a middle-level memory officer had wanted to recommend a boy who was born to talk to ghosts as his assistant, but was rejected by his superior. Veto, let a good seedling go to the Twilight Brotherhood as an ascetic monk.Afterwards, Greer, who was in a state of desperation, came up with various methods to torture the soul of the Great Warden.

Senna flipped through it again, and from the lines behind the strokes, she could feel that Greer had gradually changed from a proud scholar to a sinister and cunning sadist, and even referred to her peers as "test subjects".

"This Eben Greer should be the current Thresh, because his long-term contact with those dark sacred objects has distorted his mind. His cruel tendencies have been noticed by the religious order, so he was awarded this job away from other people. Realizing this, he who was not recognized became more resentful and jealous..."

"That's really good." A voice sounded out of nowhere, disrupting the concentration of the two of them.

Lucian and Senna looked at the same time, and saw a tall ghost emerging from the muddy pond, wrapped in a pitch-black robe, with a dark green flame burning at the collar like a hearth, wrapping the terrifying Skeleton face.

"It's you!"

Lucian, whose eyes were about to burst, pulled out his two guns and aimed at Thresh's blue-lighted needle teeth, and a dazzling electric light shot out.Senna drew the black mist from the bad quality into the body, and then filled it into the barrel, and the pain and fear gathered from the source turned into cannon fire and shot out to where it deserved.

Light and darkness are intertwined, facing two very different forces.The soul lock warden raised the lantern unhurriedly, and a circle of dim light appeared around him, blocking the detonating pure fire.

Unwillingly, Lucian fired again, and the gunfire flew out like a shower.Every shot went straight to the point, but a circle of black light outside the lantern dispelled all attacks invisible.

"Mortal, without Senna playing tricks in the lantern, your weak attack will never break through my defense."

"You're bluffing, Thresh." Lucian shielded Senna behind him: "You need to face both of us at the same time, you have no chance of winning."

"When did I ever say I would defeat you? Look, what is this?" Thresh laughed wildly, making the noise of a file scratching.

As soon as he shook the lantern, his soul boiled in it. A familiar face hit the glass and was squeezed and hit by the same person trapped in it. Her expression was distorted in pain, hatred and fear.

"I clearly broke your lantern..."

Lucian's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe what he saw—he saw Senna still suffering inside, and he didn't save her.

Senna's heart trembled.

It wasn't her that Lucian saw, but the woman he had worked so hard to save, the cursed woman forced to flee for life.

"It's not you, it's a part of you. Even you are incomplete." Thresh licked his teeth and let out an abusive laugh: "...No one can escape the lantern. You can choose not to believe it, let She continues to suffer sweetly in the lantern."

(End of this chapter)