Shock! The Spell Is In English!

Lugh frowned and felt a little uneasy. "Sir, is there something you need?"

The middle-aged man shook his head and did not say anything.

This made Lugh feel a little surprised.

Why are you looking at me like that if there's nothing?

Just as he was feeling bewildered, the middle-aged man slowly opened his mouth. His voice was very strange and extremely hoarse as if he had not spoken for a long time. "You're very special."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Lugh with a profound gaze, as if he wanted to see through him, but unfortunately, he could not see anything.

He could only withdraw his gaze and turn around to leave.

Lugh was left alone, completely confused. He did not understand what this middle-aged man meant.

The examinees who had just woken up and walked out of the thatched cottage by the side, after hearing the middle-aged man's words, all looked at Lugh in unison, as if they wanted to see what was special about him.

With this look, everyone's eyes lit up. What a handsome youth.

The youth stepped in the morning sunlight and came over. His entire body was bathed in golden light, like a statue of a god.

Even though these examinees were all youths in their prime, the moment they saw Lugh, they were shocked for a moment. At the same time, they felt ashamed of their inferiority.

However, other than this, they could not see anything special about Lugh.

Could it be because of his earth-shattering handsomeness?

Alright, in terms of looks, Lugh was indeed too special.

Lugh was also filled with confusion. He naturally did not think that the middle-aged man had said this to him because of his looks.

The existence of the monument slaves was very special.

They came from the examinees who had participated in the assessment but had not left. There were also some rune-masters from the nine great empires who had come because of their fame and voluntarily stayed in the Divine Monument Garden.

Their goal was to comprehend all the Divine Monuments in an attempt to obtain the profound mysteries of the runes of the ancient sages. This was much more powerful than the inheritance and teachings of the Rune Academy.

Therefore, these monument slaves who were willing to devote their youth and lives to the Divine Monument Garden simply could not suddenly speak to him because of his appearance.

They only had the Divine Monuments in their hearts.

Therefore, the middle-aged man must have sensed the Divine Monument, but he did not specifically sense anything special about Lugh.

The monument slaves were not ordinary people. On the contrary, their strength was very powerful. The process of comprehending the Divine Monuments over these years had made their strength receive an incomprehensible increase. Although they did not receive systematic teaching, they were not weak.

It seemed that they had truly comprehended the profound mysteries of the runes from the twelve ancient human sages within these Divine Monuments.

No matter where they were placed, the monument slaves were extremely powerful existences. The most terrifying thing was not their combat strength, but their soul perception and spiritual power.

This was because, in order to light the Divine Monument and comprehend the contents of the Divine Monument's inheritance, one had to have extraordinary soul perception and spiritual power. At the same time, during the process of silently comprehending the Divine Monument for so many years, their spiritual power and soul perception were constantly improving.

That was why the middle-aged man just now had noticed a slight difference in Lugh.

But that was all. It was impossible for him to see what secrets he had.

Lugh shook his head and did not continue to think about this matter.

Instead, he continued to walk along the mountain road, aimlessly strolling until he saw a courtyard. This courtyard was much smaller than the thatched cottage he had stayed in yesterday.

The courtyard was surrounded by a fence, and there were a few ugly green trees planted inside. It was very quiet.

There was no one living inside, so Lugh walked into the courtyard.

There was a stone tablet in the courtyard. He took out a pen, ink, and paper from the runic space, and then quietly looked at the surrounding environment.

As time passed, the sun gradually rose, and the angle at which the light fell on the courtyard also changed.

The fences around the courtyard were sparse, and they were on the verge of collapse. Because no one had lived there for a long time, everything was somewhat dilapidated and needed to be repaired.

As the light changed, the trees in the courtyard also changed. The mottled shadows of the trees reflected on the ground took on strange shapes. Some places were heavier, and some were lighter.

Lugh watched this scene quietly. As he watched these changes, his consciousness returned to the thatched cottage in the early morning. When the sun had just risen, the lines on the surface of the Divine Monument changed with the warm red glow of the morning sun, as if they were coming to life.

The complicated and inexplicable lines on the Divine Monument were the inscriptions. The inscriptions that had endured countless storms for countless years had never changed. However, weren't they changing all the time?

If the information hidden in those inscriptions was certain, why couldn't the examinees use a unified method to light up these Divine Monuments?

Why couldn't they comprehend the profound mysteries of the runes contained in the Divine Monument? All of this was because of these changes.

Lugh dipped the pen in some ink, flipped open the notebook, and began to draw on it. He did not use words to record what he saw. He only followed what he saw and could roughly deduce. He began to draw the lines that he saw on the Divine Monument.

His hand was confident, without the slightest deviation. He began to slowly draw those lines.

After an unknown amount of time, he stopped and redrew the lines on the Divine Monument.

Then, he took out the book that Elizabeth had given him that had the contents of the Divine Monument drawn on it and compared them. He found that there was a big difference between the two.

Compared to the inscriptions on the Divine Monument, the drawings that he had etched into the notebook were clearly more moving. Unfortunately, his drawing skills were average. He relied on his precise control to copy them according to his memory.