I seem to be an evil god

Royal Capital, Professional Academy, Library.

Liu Dao met with Emperor Keke. Yesterday, he stayed with Emperor Keke in the black market until midnight. Unfortunately, no one found work for Emperor Keke. It was a waste of time.

This move moved Emperor Keke quite a bit, which led to today's trip to the library.

Crunch…

Accompanied by the heartbreaking sound of steel friction, Liu Dao and Emperor Keke opened a rusty door.

Liu Dao reached out to brush away the dust in the air and looked at Emperor Keke with suspicion.

"You said this is the secret collection room of the library?"

"Hmm...probably so."

Emperor Keke also looked at it with some suspicion, "I also heard from my senior that this was the library collection room 30 years ago. The initial versions of many skills can be found here."

"Why were the books not cleaned up in the collection room 30 years ago?"

Liu Dao stepped in. Although there was a lot of dust at the door, the room was still clean. An automatic cleaning circle should have been set up and has been running to this day.

There is a row of narrow windows above the head, allowing some sunlight to come in.

Rows of dark bookshelves were neatly arranged. Liu Dao pulled out an old book with the words Lion Heart Calendar Year 9 Standard Textbook on the cover.

The Lionheart King was the previous king, and he reigned for 249 years. The textbook for the ninth year of the Lionheart Calendar is already a 200-year-old antique.

"What is stored here is not actually the original skills, but the notes taken by the college teachers in the process of creating the skills. It can be regarded as one of the hidden benefits of the college."

"Hidden benefits? Why are you so deserted?"

"Creating skills is not that easy. Only masters can say that they can create a stable and effective skill. These notebooks are not for learning. It is too difficult for ordinary students to record learning skills based on experiments alone. .”

Emperor Keke took out a dark yellow drawing and looked at it on the bookshelf.

"I found it. The bookshelves numbered 40 to 80 are the teachers' notes of the Free Walkers Guild. The Shadow-Striking Dragon Hand created by Mr. Soth must also be here."

Putting away the drawings and releasing the lighting technique, Liu Dao and Emperor Keke began to search.

As I walked among the bookshelves, I was greeted by the stacks of thick books.

I pulled out a book, and there wasn't even a name on the cover. It was all records of failed experiments. If you didn't compare it carefully, you wouldn't even be able to tell what skills it was.

"What is the use of this experimental record?"

Liu Dao flipped through more than a dozen books in a row, but only three had names, and the words were difficult to read, and the order was sometimes messed up.

Comparing the notebook he used to record experimental data, Liu Dao smiled bitterly and shook his head.

The blood transformation experiment notes he recorded are all small marks that only he knows. It would be strange if he can't understand them.

Emperor Keke replied absently while rummaging around:

"It can't be said that it's useless. I remember that a senior student restored more than a dozen master-level skills here more than ten years ago, which caused a great sensation."

"hehe."

Liu Dao sneered twice and put down his messy notes, "Isn't this senior's profession unusual?"

Those who can find the correct clues from these chaotic notes, and can successfully deduce the correct path despite only having a record of failures, are either fortune tellers who can manipulate luck, or mages who can develop their brains.

"...Indeed, it is said that the senior is an esoteric professional scroll mage."

In ancient times, when the rune stone system had not yet developed enough to record text, the recording form of various esoteric teachings was scroll-shaped parchment.

Named after the scroll, this profession is also the most knowledgeable one in the mage branch.

Seeing Liu Dao stop what he was doing, Emperor Keke quickly stated the important prerequisites for this series of actions to be realized.

"That senior is now settled in the royal capital. As long as he pays a certain price, he is willing to demonstrate his skills for the students of the academy."

"It's just that the senior is now a master, and it costs a lot to ask him to help. I only told you this news yesterday when I saw you making a lot of gold coins selling potions."

Liu Dao looked at Emperor Keke. What he said was reasonable, but for some reason, he felt something was wrong.

What's the problem?

At this time, Emperor Keke said again: "I have heard about what Beji and the others have done. If you ask me, I would rather spend a lot of money to copy skills from outside than give gold coins to those bastards."

Liu Dao was stunned when he heard this, and then he remembered the little problem he had left behind.

When Begui and the others collected gold coins from the professionals, remembering Quilo's indignant attitude that day, they probably had a conflict with the students, and there was a lot of commotion.

Most of those who want to learn the Shadow Thorn Dragon Hand are Free Walker students. It is not surprising that Emperor Keke knows this news.

In addition, his current strength is only at the professional level, so it is normal for Emperor Keke to think that he is also a threatened member.

Now that Kedi is willing to provide this news, he has provided another option for professional students.

In this way, the ideas are connected.

Beji collected money, and Liu Dao made money by selling potions. Emperor Keke couldn't stand it and offered a way to learn skills without paying Beji, but Beji earned nothing.

Very good, the idea is very complete.

Liu Dao couldn't laugh or cry. There was nothing wrong with what Emperor Keke did, and now he was helping him find Soth's notes. It could be said that it fully reflected the humanistic care of a senior.

But he doesn't need it.

After a month, Beji, who has completed the task, will definitely report his name. By then, Liu Dao will be able to learn the Shadow-Striker Thorn from regular channels. What he is doing now is useless.

But looking at Emperor Keke who was searching carefully, Liu Dao smiled bitterly.

What should we do now? Tell Kekedi that he has joined forces with Beji and others?

If he didn't tell him, would he have to spend a lot of money to find that senior to deduce his skills? This is not how money is spent.

Liu Dao was in a dilemma, and Emperor Keke had good intentions. The most troublesome thing in the world is this. Others are kind and have put in the effort to help you, but you don't need it.

No matter what, let Emperor Keke stop it first.

Liu Dao made up his mind and was about to speak when a pleasant female voice came from the dimly lit dark room.

"If you are looking for the Shadow Thorn Dragon Hand, I remember it should be on bookshelf No. 72."

Emperor Keke stopped and looked at Liu Dao.

When they came, the entrance was full of dust, there were no footprints on the ground, and the iron gate at the entrance was rusty for a long time, so it would inevitably make a noise when someone came in or out.

Although Liu Dao and Emperor Keke kept talking, the physical quality of the professionals was there, and someone who came in would definitely be able to hear them.

The dust proved that no one came in early, and after they entered, the iron door never rang again.

Is this speaker who suddenly appears now a human or a ghost?