Mystery: Chaos Path

Seeing the atmosphere turning heavy, Roland clapped his hands heavily and said with a smile: "Alright, if you know the topic is heavy, don't talk about it. Don't end up both of you crying. Let's talk about something happy!"

"Like what?" Rosell looked at him.

"Like how great it is to taste a witch!" Roland said with a smile, looking at Rosell:

"I've always been curious, even if you didn't know at the beginning, you later learned the truth about transmigration. You should also understand that your diary will eventually fall into the hands of fellow countrymen. How dare you write these love affairs in it? Aren't you afraid that one day it will be made public by a fellow countryman, completely achieving social death?"

"Ah, that..." Rosell was sweating profusely. He stammered for a long time, and finally sighed and said: "When I first started writing these diaries, I didn't expect to meet a fellow countryman. Later, when I learned the truth about transmigration, I wasn't very conscious anymore. I didn't remember to destroy these diaries..."

"Besides, I thought back then that since we are all fellow countrymen and they have benefited from my diary, they shouldn't do such an ungrateful thing as making my diary public, right?"

"So who is naive?" Roland glanced at Rosell.

Rosell immediately remembered that when he first met Lucifer, he had indeed advised this fellow countryman not to trust other transmigrators too much, and immediately said with a訕笑: "It's just that I was young back then..."

Klein, however, thought of something and gave Roland a strange look.

Because he remembered very clearly that not only were Emperor Rosell's diaries circulating in the world, but Mr. Lucifer's diaries were also quite numerous.

"What are you looking at me for? There are no parts in my diary that would cause social death. I'm happy for people to appreciate my story," Roland naturally noticed Klein's strange gaze. He immediately looked at the other party and said with a smile.

Klein immediately lowered his head somewhat awkwardly, touching his nose with a訕笑.

"Wait, what do you mean by your diary?" Rosell looked at the two suspiciously.

Klein was already embarrassed, so naturally he wouldn't answer Rosell's question.

Roland, on the other hand, fearlessly looked at Rosell and said: "I wrote some diaries and spread them out."

"Good heavens! Are you that brave?" Rosell immediately looked at Roland with the eyes of a warrior.

"Not as good as you, daring to write anything," Roland said with a smile.

Rosell was speechless for a moment.

"Daddy, what language are you guys speaking?" Bernadette, who had been listening for a long time, couldn't help but ask.

"Cough, this is Daddy's hometown language. When Daddy gets better in the future, I'll teach it to you," Rosell coughed and switched to Loen Common Language.

He really intended to teach Bernadette Chinese. He didn't want to teach her before because he didn't want Bernadette to know the truth about transmigration and the diary, but now that it was a fact that the diary content would be made public in the future, Rosell, adhering to the principle of 'no destruction, no construction', simply planned to teach Bernadette Chinese after the pollution was resolved and he could move freely.

Bernadette's eyes lit up instantly when she heard this. She had long been curious about the unique language Rosell used, but Rosell had never intended to teach her this language.

Now that Rosell might finally be willing to teach her, Bernadette was naturally happy.

The recognition of fellow transmigrators naturally came to an end. Adhering to the principle of 'since we've met', Roland and the others naturally joined forces with Klein and Little Amon to start touring the Rosell Memorial Exhibition together.

In this way, a few people strolled to the library area. Here, many of the books Rosell had read were on display, as well as some of his works.

Rosell looked at these books, pinching his chin, obviously thinking of something. He then lowered his voice and said to Klein next to him: "Little Zhou, do you see that bookmark?"

Klein was stunned for a moment, and looked over following Rosell's words. Then, he saw a bookmark clipped in a book. Klein's eyebrows jumped, and he suddenly remembered the Rosell diary he had read before.

That diary once mentioned the whereabouts of a Blasphemy Slate.

"As a transmigrator senior, I always have to give you, this junior, a little meeting gift, but it's not interesting to give it directly..." Seeing Klein's reaction, Rosell knew that Klein should have read the relevant diary, and immediately said with a smile:

"I can tell you clearly that it is indeed a Blasphemy Slate, and it is the one I left for the destined person. Now I give it to you, but whether you can get it depends on your ability, Little Zhou."

Klein was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then thought of something, looking around nervously.

"Don't worry, no one can hear our conversation, otherwise, how could we not have attracted the attention of others when we were chatting in Chinese just now," Rosell naturally knew what he was worried about, and said with a smile.

As the Knowledge Emperor, he naturally had some small tricks to make others not notice them.

While Klein breathed a sigh of relief, he also subconsciously looked at the bookmark, his heart beating faster.

After all, this was a Blasphemy Slate, a Blasphemy Slate that recorded a complete pathway in legends.

One mistake, one first, one hair, one inside, one face, one look!

Even if the pathway recorded on this Blasphemy Slate was not the Seer pathway, the potion formula could be sold for money.

Klein was really broke now. Most of the money he earned every day was used to pay off the debt of the 'Crawling Hunger', and the rest was all invested by Klein in bicycles. Now, he had only nine pounds and fifteen pence on him.

"Brother, tell me, what do you want to do with the Blasphemy Slate?" Rosell naturally could see Klein's yearning for the Blasphemy Slate. He was somewhat proud of this and couldn't help but ask with a smile.

"Sell it for money," Klein said without hesitation for even a second.

Rosell's smile froze on his face.

Klein also realized that his expression was wrong and quickly explained: "I mean to sell the potion formula in the Blasphemy Slate for money."

It would have been better if he hadn't explained, but after explaining, Rosell's mouth twitched. The latter looked at Klein up and down with a strange look and said: "Little Zhou, that is a Blasphemy Slate, it comes with anti-divination, a Blasphemy Slate that records the pathway of a God. You can only think of selling the potion formula in it for money?"

"But I'm really short of money," Klein wasn't embarrassed, after all, he was really poor.

"Forgive Klein, after all, he still owes thousands of pounds in debt," Roland spoke at this moment, looking at Rosell with a smile and said: "And to be honest, what else is your Blasphemy Slate good for besides selling the potion formula in it?"

"There are many uses, such as, uh, such as..." Rosell suddenly got stuck, because he found that he couldn't think of what the Blasphemy Slate could be used for for a moment.