Mystery: I can change things in books

Chapter 30 Strange Dreams

Chris felt like he had been deceived, but he had just turned on his spiritual observation. There was nothing wrong with the white crystal. It was a pure natural crystal and could be used for divination using the "pendulum method".

"Is the silver chain also a gift?"

"How can that happen? Then I will lose money," the aunt continued enthusiastically: "This silver chain only sells for 1 pound. It is pure silver."

Chris was too embarrassed to refuse, so he could only hand the aunt a 1 pound note.

Chris took the white crystal silver chain and put it back into his pocket, and walked forward. He wanted to buy some more metal flakes used to make spells.

"Although the validity period of low-level spells seems to be very short, I have to be prepared..."

He walked around and came to a stall where there were many silver products.

Chris pointed to the silver flake and asked, "How much does this one cost?"

"6p a slice," the stall owner replied.

Chris reached out and touched it. The silver piece was very thin, and he felt that he could bend it with a little force.

"It's too thin," Chris said.

It's so thin, when you carve the charm, it will be carved right through...

"Is this for a charm?"

A blond young man also came to the stall and picked up a piece of silver.

"No, this is for practice," the stall owner said. "There are thicker ones that can be engraved with charms, but they are more expensive."

"How expensive?" asked the blond youth.

Chris looked at the other man's suit, which was of a brand he couldn't identify, and guessed that he must be a kid from a rich family.

"A thick piece of silver is 1 sole and 3 pence a piece."

"I want them all." The blond young man snapped his fingers, and a young man wearing a brown shirt and vest came over.

"Your Excellency, what are your orders?"

Damn, there are personal servants, and his servants are better dressed than me...

Chris sighed to himself and walked to the next stall.

The next few stalls sold herbal medicines, potions and amulets. Chris raised his left eyebrow slightly, turned on his spiritual vision, and observed the amulets on the stalls in front of him.

Under the state of spiritual vision, only a few of the several rows of amulets have dim auras, and the aura colors are different, including gray, gold, brown, etc.

Many of these are "talismans" that have no effect and can only have a psychological effect, and the ones that are effective are also very basic amulets...

It's no use to me...

Chris walked to the next stall with an expressionless face. The stall in front of him also sold metal sheets. The difference from the previous one was that some of the sheets in this stall had some strange words and pictures engraved on them, and they were already finished products. .

Chris recognized that most of it was in Hermes, and... Simplified Chinese.

Simplified Chinese, is it related to Emperor Russell?

"Can I pick it up and take a look, boss?"

After getting permission from the stall owner, Chris picked up a charm with Simplified Chinese written on it.

Chris was about to turn on his spiritual vision to inspect the goods, but when he saw clearly the Chinese characters engraved on it, he almost burst out laughing.

What is engraved on it are some fields that do not make sense in word order.
"Ah, today"

"I want it tomorrow"

"It's really nice"

Chris played with the talisman in his hand and asked funnyly: "Is this talisman related to Emperor Russell?"

"Of course it's relevant. Didn't you see that there are mysterious characters on them all created by Emperor Russell?" The stall owner pretended to be sophisticated.

"Then what's the use of this charm?"

"It will keep you healthy and protect you from evil spirits, and..."

"Forget it, forget it." Chris shook his head and put the charm back in its place, ignoring the stall owner's plea.

If it weren't for the fact that Emperor Roselle and I were fellow villagers, maybe we might have been fooled by him.

After shopping for a long time, Chris finally bought five pieces of silver from a stall owner who seemed to be honest, and it cost him 6 soles.

6 soles is not too expensive. After all, I still have more than 300 pounds in savings...

Chris put the silver piece in his pocket and left the underground trading market.

There was still a boxing match going on in the middle of the bar, and this time it wasn't Dan, but two other contestants.

"Ugh-"

The piercing whistle sounded from far away, and the three of them got on the steam train and prepared to return to Tingen.

Baggio bought a second-class seat, which is relatively safe and comfortable to sit on. If it is a third-class seat, you may have no seats and have to stand, and there is a risk of losing items.

Chris closed his eyes and felt the vibrations of the steam train and rails, and gradually fell asleep amid the vibrations.

He had a dream, in which he returned to a place that was both familiar and strange.

He woke up at the top of a steeple, surrounded by stone walls. The circular room was empty except for a bed, and in the distance was a wooden spiral staircase leading to the lower level.

Through the window, he saw a cloudy sky outside, and there seemed to be thunder in the distance.

He turned over and got out of bed, trotting towards the stairs, as if remembering something urgent.

The next floor is the equipment library, which contains various weapons, such as swords, shields, bows and arrows, etc.

He first put on a white copper armor, and then put on a helmet also made of copper. Then he tied an iron shield to his arm, and then took out a silver sword from the recess in the wall.

After the equipment was completed, he ran down the spiral staircase.

This floor is a group of people, a group of black men wearing hoods and holding crosses. Candlelights are hung on the stone walls, and the candlelight jumps and flickers.

They lowered their heads and did not speak, or even looked at him, but he could feel that this group of people was talking to him.

There seemed to be a cry for help coming from the lower level. He drew his sword and ran down quickly.

There was a huge monster on this floor, biting a corpse in its mouth. There were broken limbs and broken arms on the ground, blood was splattered on the walls, and there was a strong smell of blood in the air.

There was a small group of people clinging to the wall, covering their mouths and crying, and he was right between the monster and this group of people.

The monster roared, but he couldn't hear any sound at all. He could only see its bloody mouth full of fangs.

What follows is his fight with the monster.

His armor and silver sword were covered in blood, and his shield was bitten in half by the monster.

He looked around and saw the monster and the group of people falling to the ground.

He couldn't believe the ending, threw away the silver sword and ran to the lower floor.

This floor is a cemetery, several pure black coffins are placed in front of him, and there is a small cluster of white flowers on the ground.

He looked around and found that this was the bottom floor, and there was an exit without a door in front of him.

He ran forward like crazy, as if as long as he left the steeple, everything that had just happened would be false.

He ran outside, surrounded by a sea, and he was on an island.

As soon as he looked up at the sky, a drop of rain fell from the sky.

"Chris, I'm sorry for waking you up."

Chris opened his eyes, and Baggio sat opposite him, holding a cup of tea and looking apologetic.

"The train suddenly shook and a few drops of tea splashed on your face."

Chris patted his head. The strange dream just now made him feel a little bloated.

The train just arrived at the station at this time.

(End of this chapter)