After rebirth, buy the elf princess for one gold coin

It's hard to say whether they were immersed in grief, but they certainly had no intention of welcoming the distinguished guests.

General Chiyue placed Melanis and Roland in a separate courtyard in the palace, and arranged for staff to take care of their food and daily life. The etiquette was quite thorough.

But apart from receiving the guests according to the etiquette, there is nothing more to do.

Had the king been alive, a meeting would have been arranged, but he died.

Melanies sighed: "It seems we came at the wrong time."

"No, we came just in time."

Roland said calmly: "The old king has ruled the country for hundreds of years and has always spoken in the Luojia Kingdom. If he refuses to accept the content of the prophecy, we can only leave in despair, but the new king is different."

He didn't say what was different, but left the question to Melanies.

No matter who the new king is, what he has to do after he ascends the throne is to balance the forces of all parties and consolidate his position.

Melanie's identity can play an important role at this time.

After all, she is the princess of the only orthodox empire of the elves. Her attitude cannot influence the selection of the new king, but it can certainly influence the tree elves in the kingdom.

That’s the key to profiting from it.

Only in muddy water can you fish.

If the old king is still alive, the Luojia Kingdom will be monolithic, and it will be in vain.

Roland thought of Curator Huron.

According to time calculation, the old king had just passed away and he left the kingdom, stopped Roland on the road, and invited him to come to the library to "read".

Studying is just an excuse, the old guy is probably taking the opportunity to cause trouble.

Although Roland did not frown, he clearly felt that this matter was not simple, and he decided to go see Huron.

The problem cannot be solved by escaping. The old fox tried his best to call him here, and it was impossible just for a book.

Roland asked the guard for directions and soon found the library.

The elves are a race that respects knowledge, so the location of the library is easy to find.

In order to demonstrate the belief that wisdom is superior to power, libraries are often located in the best locations in the city, with the palaces and generals' residences slightly behind them.

It was very convenient to enter the library. The guard at the door had obviously been notified. He just glanced at Roland and did not come to stop him.

As a doorman, a kind attitude and good eyesight are essential qualities.

If the guard still has an arrogant attitude, he can only be scheduled for the noon shift, and something will happen sooner or later.

Roland walked into the library and saw many elves reading.

The whole library is as quiet as a library.

This is his good impression of the Luojia Kingdom Library.

On the fifth floor, he met Director Huron.

The curator was sitting at a separate small table, with a cup of black tea and a few yellowed old books in front of him, and he was reading with great interest.

Roland didn't want to be polite to him. He sat down directly opposite and poured a cup of tea by himself.

Watching Roland drink down the tea, the old elf's wrinkled face was full of bitterness.

"Young man, good tea should be savored slowly. Why did you finish it immediately? Tell me, what does it taste like?"

"Tea flavor."

Roland said calmly: "I don't understand tea. Everything I drink tastes like tea."

The old elf took the teapot back distressedly, held it in his arms, and glared at Roland angrily, "Stay away from my tea. It will be their misfortune if you drink it!"

Roland looked at Huron's hand thoughtfully.

Just now Huron's hand retracted back in a slow-motion motion, but in an instant he returned to his arms holding the teapot.

This illusion of contrast between speed and slowness made him so uncomfortable that he almost vomited blood.

The extremely slow movements were just an illusion, the old guy's hands were ridiculously fast.

This is a very clever technique.If he opens his mouth, will the old guy teach it?

"Don't even think about it. This is what my late friend left to me. I am only allowed to pass it on to his descendants." The old fox saw through the little fox's mind at a glance and interrupted with anticipation.

"Oh? Does your friend have any heirs left?" Roland asked casually.

"That's not true. He is not married, and he has never even held a girl's soft hand."

Roland: "..."

"By the way, have you ever held a girl's hand?"

If he had asked this question before time travel, Roland would have instantly broken his guard and become furious, but now he cannot be harmed at all.

"Nonsense, I am a noble, and I have a fiancée! I have a lot of time to enjoy a beautiful life."

Roland snorted softly, interrupted Huron's ramblings about being old, and asked directly: "Director Huron, did you really ask me to come here just to let me read the book?"

"Of course I'm reading. What are you doing in the library if you're not reading?"

Huron touched it casually, and a book appeared out of nowhere.

"Here, this is the book."

Roland looked at Huron suspiciously, and after confirming that it was not a joke, he had no choice but to pick up the book.

When I saw the title of the book, I almost lost my temper on the spot, "The Fallen Genius".

He was stunned by the title of the book.

Chapter 1 shouldn't be "Strength of Fighting, Third Stage".

Opening the title page, he found that he had thought too much.

Although the painting style of this world comes with its own beauty filter, it is still a serious world.

There is a sentence written on the title page, "They cut through the long night like shooting stars, leaving behind light and the envy of everyone."

This is probably the best comment on the fallen genius.

Opening the text, Roland originally just wanted to take a look, but he was soon shocked by the miracles created by these geniuses.

They rose too quickly.

Some of these geniuses are small people, and some are of noble birth, but they have one common characteristic, that is, they suddenly start to explode at a certain point in time.

It's not like a meteor, but like a supernova explosion.

"I came into contact with magic archery at the age of [-]. At the age of [-], I became one of the top three marksmen in the tribe. I killed a bloodthirsty giant bear that was close to the sixth level of magic beast with one arrow."

"I studied natural magic for two and a half years, and became proficient in all natural magic below the fifth level. After five years, I broke through to the sixth level and stood at the pinnacle of human power."

"I have been practicing light magic for three years and have mastered five kinds of magic. I can borrow the power of the goddess to defeat three sixth-level superpowers from the Dark Temple alone."

......

Roland read it from beginning to end and discovered another feature.

The deaths of these geniuses are a bit ridiculous.

Without warning, he dies immediately after reaching his peak or after his progress stagnates.

And basically it is a sudden death of an enemy who is impossible to defeat in a leapfrog challenge.

Most of them died in battles challenging demigods/heroes.

Life is as gorgeous as summer flowers, death is as heroic as shooting stars...

Brave ass!

There is obviously still a lot of time, so why do we have to hit the wall?

Roland sighed inwardly, this didn't look like a genius, but rather like playing games to gain achievements and skills.

Complete a series of skills, leave skill points, save and reopen.

After all skills are maxed out, take out the prepared skills and equipment and cultivate a terrifying bucket-waisted monster.

But that's a game, that's reality.

Who in reality would ruin themselves so much to help others?

Roland couldn't help but want to laugh, but his smile froze instantly.

He thought of the only possibility, could these fallen geniuses be the same person?

Chapter 030 Give them all to me, hurry up!

Roland quickly turned the book back to the beginning and carefully observed what these people had in common.

The largest number of these geniuses is not the human race, but special races such as barbarians, elves, and demons.There are even races such as dwarfs, dwarves and lizardmen whose average combat power is relatively weak.

The biggest feature of these races is specialization.

The melee combat of barbarians, the archery of elves, the magic of demons, and the technology of dwarves are all extreme specializations of a certain expertise.

These fallen geniuses went to the extreme and chose to specialize in only one discipline, reach the level as fast as possible, and then commit suicide.

They are basically hardcore players who clear the game at light speed just to get certain achievements.

Achievements, haha, achievements...

Roland's expression changed instantly.

Achievement! !

He triggers achievements to unlock special abilities, and these abilities require no adaptation at all to use.

There are so many coincidences.

Roland glanced sideways at Huron. The old guy was indeed old and actually fell asleep.

He had some suspicions that Huron was pretending to sleep, but looking at the drool left on Huron's lips, he knew that the old elf was probably really sleepy.

But he was still a little worried, so he lowered his voice and called the old elf's name softly.

"Director Huron, are you asleep?"

"Ah? Eh!" Huron woke up suddenly. He rubbed his eyes and saw Roland approaching, holding the teapot tightly in his arms. He looked at Roland alertly, not hiding his expression of guarding against thieves.

"Cunning human boy, you want to steal some tea while I'm sleeping, right?"

Roland no longer doubted that Huron was definitely not pretending to sleep. If he was pretending, his acting skills would be too outrageous.

What's more, some things can't be faked.

The body temperature gradually rises, and the heart rate gradually increases from slow to fast.

If you are pretending to sleep, your heartbeat rate cannot be controlled so perfectly.

He said softly with some embarrassment: "Sorry to disturb your rest. This book is indeed interesting. Can I take it away?"

"Absolutely not."

The old elf snatched the book back and said angrily: "This is an only copy, don't even think about it."

Roland asked softly: "Since it is an only copy, why do you want me to read it?"

Huron was about to say something when a long horn sound came from the direction of the palace. His face changed slightly, and he stood up and muttered: "It's really troublesome, I have to go to the palace. I have told you many times that I will not participate in the change of the throne. It’s really troublesome that these little guys insist on torturing my old bones.”

The old man who was talking to himself quickly ran away, leaving Roland with a question mark on his face.

Seeing Huron's excuse to escape, Roland knew that he could not get any useful information from him, so he left quietly.

Finding a quiet place, he communicated with the system silently.

"Is it me?"

The question had no beginning or end, but he knew the system would understand.

【Yes】

"Unlock all abilities! This is my power, and I have the right to take it back!" Roland ordered.

[Insufficient permissions, execution refused]

"I didn't make you?" Roland asked.