Arad's crooked savior

If the records in this book are correct, then Yelin is convinced that Kedrach held a fire-killing enthronement ceremony for himself.

Looking at the sky, there are swords and soldiers everywhere, and the smoke is billowing.

Wherever he went, mountains and rivers collapsed and wars raged.

The water he drank made his blood flow like a river, flowing endlessly.

The Dragon Clan has a fanatical obsession with transforming into the most powerful Explosive Dragon King. It is an infinite obsession that is engraved in their bones and flowing in their blood.

After Ye Lin confirmed that there was a mastermind behind the tragedy, the curator thought for a moment and said, "This must be the third time."

Xuzu's dragon Natra intended to ignite Suran City to complete his ascension to the throne, but they failed to stop him.

Bakar in the heaven ascended the throne for the second time, but failed to break through to the original dragon. Now the black dragon Keldrach appeared and held a failed enthronement ceremony in the Eternal Continent.

The dragon clan is very keen on organizing grand enthronement ceremonies, using tribulation fires and requiems to achieve dragon king level transformation, as if this is their only way to go further.

"I will comfort their souls in heaven." Yelin declared loudly, and then asked them if they wanted to eat watermelon.

Ever since Ye Lin identified the mastermind behind the scenes, Ciri has been in a state of shock, hesitation, and an angry look in her eyes. Her soft and boneless jade hands were green and slender, and she was clenching them tightly now unconsciously.

Since it is still unclear whether this is a natural disaster or a man-made disaster, most people are more inclined to believe that this is a natural disaster and a misfortune to the fate of the Eternal Continent.

Because if it is a man-made disaster and there is a mastermind behind it, then the feeling of being unable to take revenge even though you know there is an enemy can make generations of people miserable and depressed until they explode on the spot.

What a shame!

Due to her emotions, Xi Rui tightly grasped Ye Lin's arm on the watermelon, looked at him with bright blue eyes, and begged: "Although I am very weak, because of my angry heart, When you find the black dragon Keldrach, do you want me to be there too?"

This is her personal, private request.

After all, nearly three hundred years have passed since the disasters of meteor showers and earthquakes. The current generation's memory of the disaster is slightly vague, and it is far less profound than her, a librarian, as a story or boring text.

They may have stopped caring about the truth about the disaster, but Ciri did.

Nine out of ten people who come to the library to borrow books prefer literature and stories, and only the remaining one will stop by the bookshelves on geography, history, etc.

So Xi Rui had some appreciation for the person who borrowed "A Survivor's Narrative", but who would have thought that the other person actually lost the book and did not tell her in time to compensate her.

For book lovers, this is an unforgivable mistake.

"I promise you." Ye Lin responded to her clear and firm blue eyes, then smiled again: "The fire element you used on the Starlight Coast is very good, but it is too disordered and scattered, and there is a lot of room for improvement. , By the way, you still want to find a lost book, right?"

"Hmm..." Ciri responded in a relaxed mood, then suddenly raised her head. Incredibly, I don't think I told you about losing a book.

In the ancient magic system, there is the skill of mind reading, but it has high requirements on the user and also has certain restrictions on the user.

Ciri masters this skill, but it can only be used by ordinary people who are not cultivators.

"I'm not reading your mind, but...this." Ye Lin smiled and picked up a piece of label paper that the curator just wrote to him, briefly explaining that one of Ciri's favorite books was soaked in water. .

"Take me to the place where the book was placed."

"Thank you, it's on the second floor." Xi Rui thanked the curator and Ye Lin continuously.

Where the book "A Survivor's Narrative" was originally placed, there is now only a long white sticker with the title of the book and the reason for its loss. It has not been rearranged, allowing other books to squeeze in one direction. , blurring its position.

"The reason why I deliberately left the location and label is to remind me that there was a book here before. It existed."

Ye Lin nodded and smiled. Xi Rui was similar to the curator in some respects. Scholars regard books as friends, or rather, "knowledge" as friends.

When he first met Director Isadora, the Director was already a mature, elegant, intellectual and gentle beautiful lady. Now every inch of her skin was just right delicate and plump, and her eyebrows and eyes were all charming, all of which showed her The charm and advantages of mature women.

Those flat-chested girls like Yimiwu, Xiaosu, and Alijie probably won't be able to become as mature as her in their lifetime.

So I guess the curator at the age of twenty was a soft and gentle girl like Xirui.

Ye Lin tore off the label with the title of the book on it and pointed at the space between the two books. The two books on the left and right were both describing and studying various natural disasters in the Eternal Continent.

Ciri curiously stared at the empty space. After a few breaths, she suddenly noticed that the space was slightly distorted, as if the molten glass was shaping it into a certain shape.

Was it the air distorting in the heat wave, or was the space changing?

Buzz!

The moment the white light turned on was extremely dazzling, Ciri subconsciously closed her eyes and turned her head.

"Look, is it this book?"

Hearing Ye Lin's gentle voice, Xi Rui slowly opened her eyes. The dazzling light had disappeared. What was placed in front of her was a book with few pages and the name on the cover was exactly that. "Survivors' Narratives".

There was even a label written on it by her hand and affixed to it.

"It's incredible. How did you do it?!" Ciri recalled the ancient magic system carefully. "Restoration of old objects" existed, but it was generally limited to restoring the surface of an object.

For example, a damaged book can become complete, but the missing content will not be completely repaired and will remain a blank page.

"The meaning of magic is to make the impossible possible. If you want to learn, I will teach you."

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Library, first floor, front desk

Satoumai cut one of the watermelons. The flesh was bright red, crispy and sweet, and she felt happy chewing it after one bite. She liked the crispy flesh of watermelon, but the texture of the flesh was slightly soft, so it was not satisfying to eat.

"I finally understand why you nicknamed him Sugarcane."

He is tall and handsome on the outside, gentle and sweet on the inside, responsible and responsible, but after chewing the juice, only the dregs are left...

The curator chuckled upon hearing this, then looked at Sadomai seriously and asked, "So what do you think of him?"

Everyone has seen through Sadomai's little charm trick, but they all didn't point it out.

"Give him an evaluation?"

"Yes."

"Well...my evaluation is...sugar cane!"

Both of them held the melon and laughed, and there was nothing wrong with it.

After eating a piece of melon, the curator said to Sadomai intentionally or unintentionally: "He is a person who can get many times the reward from him as long as he is sincere and has no dissatisfaction with him."

The library director took out his mobile phone and liked Xiaoyu and Fengying's library check-in, "Sadoumai, do you want to join the group?"

"Uh... well... I don't have this thing. I don't know how to use it. I don't know how to use it. I don't even have an account." Satumei was slightly embarrassed and touched her skirt. How much does this cost?

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Mavis placed the soul-sealing stone taken from Agnut between Enix's eyebrows, used a secret method to perfectly fuse the two, and disappeared in a flash of light.

"Because it is originally part of her soul and memory, it is easy to integrate it." Mavis said, and regarding soul abilities, she is the messenger of the lady in black dress, that is, a professional.

Looking at the sleeping Enix, Yuena frowned slightly and said, "Do you think she looks like a familiar person to us?"

"Agnes?" Mo Mei mentioned the deputy leader of the Tartan tribe, who currently lives in Tabols.

"Yeah, no, she and Agnes have similar names, I mean their appearance and temperament."

Enix wears a dark magician's cloak with a hood on his shoulders, inlaid with noble gold trim, and a brown background imitation vase-style magic dress.

The dress is extremely narrow at the waist, tightly fitting the slender waistline, like a graceful vase neck, which highlights Enix's beautiful figure.

This style of dress is very tight and makes movement very inconvenient. It is only worn at important banquets. You need to walk gracefully and slowly.

However, this kind of dress has higher requirements on the figure, especially the waistline, than Mo Mei's cheongsam. It also highlights the perfect figure of a woman, with a thin waist and large hips and breasts.

"Ritz, the Eternal Holy Spirit, is the second generation who has inherited Tarakuta's glorious running tradition. I remember that she also wears this style of dress, but Ryze usually flies and does not walk." Siatt recalled.

Just wait until dfu releases information on the divine world!

Then let's see if anyone can translate some plots or something like "I don't have a Korean server account..."