Our family is in decline

"Let me consider."

"Everything is here, you can find what you want." After the old man said that, he lowered his head to study the things in his hands.

Lance didn't actually walk directly towards the pile of miscellaneous books. Instead, he started from the first bookshelf and walked slowly down.

Books are precious luxuries. This small bookstore only has three large double-sided bookshelves and a few bookshelves on the walls. That's not all. There are also pens, ink, white paper and blank leather scrolls.

It can be regarded as taking into account some other businesses, otherwise it would be really difficult to support the operation of the bookstore.

Scanning his eyes, Lance found that there were many things that interested him. Although he wanted to take everything away, he still carefully selected some more basic books.

"Illustrated Book of Extraordinary Creatures", "Detailed Explanation of Spiritual Materials", "Records of Ceremonies", "Introduction to Alchemy", and the rest just glanced at the catalog.

However, Lance discovered a very interesting fact, that is, these books were all ordinary, at least they did not show any spiritual light in his eyes.

It seems that the books that record "power" that Tamara said are not common, to some extent, they are similar to the school library.

After spinning around, Lance's footsteps stopped on top of the pile of old books.

I don’t know how long these things have been here. Many of them have fallen apart and cannot even maintain their shape.

Handling it with care, I raised my hand to wipe away the dust on the writing. The title was an autobiography. I flipped through it briefly and found that it was a knight novel. No wonder it was thrown here.

Lance was not in a hurry and sorted out the books and manuscripts. His method of judgment was very barbaric. He just looked at the title of the book and then simply opened it to see if there was any spiritual reaction.

It's just that he thinks too much, and really good things won't wait for him. However, he did find some books in there that were not extraordinary, but had a lot of value.

"National Geographic and Discovery", "Essays on Ancient Pompeiro Ruins", "Explorer Bell's Wilderness Survival Guide", "I was an Adventurer Until I Got an Arrow in the Knee"...

Suddenly, the movement from the front attracted his attention. The store door was violently pushed open, and a man with an uneasy expression broke in. He immediately walked up to the counter and showed a book to the store owner.

"I want to return it."

"Sorry, our bookstore does not accept returns."

"I want to return the product!" The man seemed to be unable to bear it, so he exploded and slapped the book on the table, feeling hysterical.

But soon fear engulfed his face, and his attitude softened.

"Woo~ Please, help me, I don't want to die yet..."

"It's useless, the curse will not stop until you die." The old man looked calm, as if he had met many such people in his long life.

"What is going on?" Lance was also attracted by this situation, and his eyes were on the book. It was a bit old and dilapidated, and the corners of the pages were yellow and warped, full of traces of the passage of time. He couldn't help but curiously asked. One sentence.

"Don't buy books from him, his books are full of curses!" The man looked a little crazy, obviously tortured by this book.

But this made Lance even more curious, and he couldn't help but ask further.

Soon he learned the general situation from the man's mouth. The thing was very simple. The man bought a book in the bookstore. When he went back, he found that he was cursed and slept longer and longer in the dream. He couldn't get rid of it no matter what. At the same time, he could I feel that my body is getting weaker and weaker.

The shop owner listened but didn't react at all. He seemed to have known about this situation for a long time. Instead, he said something leisurely.

"I told you the consequences a long time ago. You had to buy it yourself."

The man seemed to be stuck when he said this, but looking at the twinkling eyes, he knew that this was probably true.

Maybe it was Lance's gaze that made him feel humiliated. The man turned to the shop owner and asked, "Why don't you try to persuade me more? You're a guy who will do anything for money!"

Lance was not very interested in the man's nonsense, but reached out and picked up the book.

The writing is made of unknown leather, which gives it a strange feeling when you first touch it, and "The Boundary of Dreams" is written in ancient characters on the spine.

Just as he was about to open it, he was interrupted by the shop owner.

"Everyone who has read this book will fall into a deep sleep and die in their dreams. I advise you not to open it."

Hearing this, Lance had no intention of opening it. He held the writing with his backhand and turned to look at the man, "Give it to me. Maybe the curse on you will be transferred to me."

Both the man and the shop owner showed strange expressions when they heard his words, but the next second the man realized that it would be great if a fool took over. Anyway, there is no better choice.

The man didn't care about the book. After throwing it down, he turned around and left. Seeing the happy look on his face, he was somewhat pleased with his good luck.

"I heard he said you have a similar book in your hand?"

Lance looked at the shop owner with interest, but the answer he got was a bit surprising.

"I have seen many pretentious young people who think they are the children of destiny and can get something out of it, but in the end without exception..."

As he spoke, the shop owner looked out the door, "Just like the guy just now, he didn't come to me with a sad face in the end, but a larger part of him died somewhere unknown, and only the book came back to me after being circulated for a while. .”

"Aren't you afraid of curses?"

"Afraid~" The shop owner looked up at Lance, his eyes full of resentment, "But my inspiration is too low, I can't see the content at all, and even the curse can't look down on me."

Lance didn't know what to say when he heard this. He even felt that he was envious of those who were cursed.

The most tragic thing is that someone with an insulating physique cannot even feel the curse, but yet he still desires extraordinary power.

Good guy, you can't get anything you ask for! Isn't this more tragic than some Gouba love story?

Isn't this a kind of talent? Sure enough, there is a reason why I can live on this street for so long.

"Take it out and let me see."

Faced with Lance who was seeking death, the shop owner didn't mean much to dissuade him, so he just took out two boxes from the shelf behind him.

"There were only two left. One would explode at a glance, and the other would melt at a glance, so the guy chose the one that would fall into a deep sleep, thinking he would be safest."

"How to sell it?"

"Ten gold coins per book. You are responsible for the consequences. It will not be returned or exchanged."

"So cheap?" Lance couldn't help blurting out, but he soon understood something.