Light Spirit Epic

Chapter 131 explores in dark history

Late at night, [the corner of the Pantoraken Central Library].

"How?" Arthur asked from the other end of the communicator.

"Fortunately, I didn't feel any interference from the enchantment." Biddyville, who was hiding in the shadow, replied, "Lian Yin, can you pick them up from Arthur?"

"Yes, the agent owner." Lian Yin said.

"Oh, that-" "Beddyville suddenly thought of something. He blushes and says: "Actually, I wanted to say a long time ago, can you not call me [agent master]?"

"The meaning of the instruction is unknown. The request is extended to explain." Lian Yin asked mechanically.

"Oh, that is to say, "Beddyville has a red face." Before there was no outsider, you didn't feel anything like this. But if you think of it in public, you still call me 'agent master' and be someone else. I am sorry to hear it."

"Understand. Request to change username. Please enter a new username."

"Call me [Beddyville] just fine." The werewolf teenager said with a blush.

"Beddyville owner. The username has been modified."

"Don't add the 'master'!" Bedieville laughed and laughed.

Ten minutes later, everyone came to the library following the transmission of the lotus sound.

"There is a huge space, just deep in the ground here." Ivan eyes wide open and watched. After continuous training, his eagle eye surgery has gradually been able to see through the thick wall, "a deep place, separated by a lot of protection, and enchantment protection."

"It should not be wrong, that is Pantoraken's [Black History Library]." Arthur said, "If you want to find real information about ancient civilizations, you must be there."

"Real information? Isn't the information given elsewhere in the library unreal?" Bettiville couldn't help but ask.

"You think of the world too simple." Arthur said, "The reason why the country exists as a country is originally based on [deception].

There are too many materials in the world that should not be known to the civilians. These materials flow out, causing public panic or adversely governing the rulers of the time. Therefore, the history you have found in ordinary libraries is a superficial history, written by the state to fool civilians.

People's consciousness is preconceived. If a lie is used to let them believe what they first believe, they will continue to believe without any reservation until new experiences overthrow their beliefs. "

Kay couldn't help but say: "History on the surface is only part of the policy of fools. In fact, have you not seen it? The guy like Palinol has been brainwashed and stubborn. To the point."

"Just distorted history for the sake of his own rule, and deceived people without any scruples?" Biddyville frowned. "The world of adults is really dark."

"When you grow up, you will understand, and then you will be infected with the same kind of darkness." Arthur dismissively said, "Although there is no exercise, but if you don't do this, the state will not be able to manipulate her people, and then the country will not become a country. And eventually crashed.

The way to govern the country lies in deception and control. The more stupid the people are, the smoother the country operates as a machine. "

Bedieville still can't agree. As an orc, the place where he once lived was only a "tribe" rather than a "state". Although life was hard, there were [freedom] and [integrity].

"Arthur, if you become a king, would you do the same? Continue to use the same method to deceive the people?" The werewolf teenager questioned.

"I wouldn't be a king at all." Arthur said angrily. "If this kind of person ran to be king, this country would fall apart."

"why?"

"Because I hate this country more than anyone else? Because what I want to see most is that this country has been burned out by fire." Arthur said coldly, "I say, would you believe it?"

(would not.)

auzw.com (Arthur is gentler than anyone else, Arthur’s essence is a bad guy.)

(He will never look at the people in the heat but don't give them a helping hand.)

"I don't want to interrupt you. But, can you talk about conspiracy the next day?" Ivan was dissatisfied. "It's so cold here, I don't want to lurk here all night, just to listen to you."

"What high opinion do you have?" Kay asked. "Is there a good way to take us to the Black History Library right away?"

"No," Ivan said. "I have been watching it for a long time. The guards at the bottom of the ground are really not very strict. It is a dream to not disturb anyone into the underground library."

"What should I do? Come back after I return home." Kay said, "Is it hard to do it?"

"Are you crazy?" said Evan. "Even if you can solve the guards here, we are in the middle of the underground library. We have a dozen batches of 20 reinforcements. Have you escaped?"

"Transfer -"

"There is enchantment interference, sending a fart!" Ivan retorted.

Kay stunned. "You don't have to be so fierce."

"Who?" The guards who patrolled not far away were alert, "Come on!"

Arthur and his party quickly retreated into the depths of the shadows, hoping not to be discovered.

"I heard you, don't think I can fool my ears!" The guard slowly approached, holding the electric baton in his hand.

"There is no way, only kill him!" Kay made a 'kill' gesture.

Arthur shook his head. "You can't be a snake!"

"Give me out!" The guards went closer.

"Wang?" Biddiville rushed out, of course, to change into a puppy (wolf?).

"Go, go, you **** wild dog! The library is not where you should come!" The guard picked up the baton and drove.

"Ah!!!!" Beddy called the side to open the guard.

"Oh, there is still this. Long experience." Ivan came out from the shadows.

"Can't stay here, we're moving forward." Arthur was busy. "Beddy will follow our smell and meet us."

The crowd ran for a while and hid in another corner of the library.

"Call, finally got rid of it!" Bedieville also rushed up.

"But, I can't go any further, and the six guards guarded such a small door, and it was impossible to break through." Ivan said.

"Hey, is it here?" Arthur thought.

At this time, there is a white spot in the night. When the white spot drifted closer, Bediville found that it was a butterfly. A butterfly made by ice and snow.

"This is, magic?" Biddeville shouted as he put on his shirt.

The butterfly quickly came to the crowd and then slammed into the wall.

The snow-capped butterfly immediately turned into frost, spread slowly on the wall, and eventually became a sentence:

"walk over."