There Is Absolutely No Problem With My Summoning Technique

Zhao Wuchen walked out of the room and walked straight out of the manor.

After some exchanges with Mother Lin, I got the information about the skill book and could escape.

‘Father Lin is so lucky to have married such a smart and beautiful lady like Sister Lin. ’

'Qian, you don't understand this. The key is for a hero to save a beauty. It shouldn't be for a bear to save a beauty and pledge himself...'

'In this kind of plot, His Highness Wuchen also saved Xiaoqian and got married...hehehehe...'

"..."

Come on, Qian is getting sick again.

Zhao Wuchen was speechless and listened quietly to the chatter of the summoned beasts.

To put it bluntly, Father Lin is really lucky.

Relying on luck, he saved a believer of the God of Wisdom, and then relied on this wife to help the Lin family rise at a lightning speed.

"Lin Ling, don't look at this. Send Xiao Zhao home quickly."

"?"

Lin Ling looked confused, what's going on with mom, what did the little brother talk to mom about.

"Good daughter, come here, mommy will whisper to you..."

The banquet is not yet over and the guests have not dispersed yet.

They got together to chat and make friends with each other.

Mr. Lin's birthday banquet is second, this is their real purpose.

But none of this has anything to do with Zhao Wuchen.

Walking on the road to the manor, Lin Ling recalled what her mother had whispered.

‘Xiao Zhao is a good man, you must not let him go. ’

"Little brother, how did you deal with my mother?"

"Replace your sincerity with your sincerity, tell the truth, it's that simple."

...If it were really that simple, I would have married Wang Mingyang long ago.

Regarding Zhao Wuchen's words, Lin Ling couldn't believe even a single punctuation mark.

"About to arrive?"

"It's coming, but I won't reveal it. After all, this is the foundation of your Lin family."

Lin Ling was shocked and stopped: "Fuck, my mother really told you, what kind of ecstasy soup did you pour into her?"

"I really didn't lie to you. If you don't believe me, you can go back and ask your mother."

Zhao Wuchen stepped onto the Gatling 2 and started the engine: "Farewell, and don't call me little brother, you are not even older than me."

Lin Ling gritted her teeth, wondering why her mother kept telling everyone about everything.

"Little brother, don't leave yet..."

'boom'

Lin Ling's answer was the roar of the engine and the swirling dust.

Gatling 2 started at full speed and drove away from the Lin family manor.

Lin Ling looked at the taillights of the car going away and stamped her feet angrily, leaving a huge footprint on the cement floor: "Little brother, you can't escape."

…

"Oh, my damn curiosity."

Zhao Wuchen drove Gatling No. 2 and drove on the highway at full speed.

Before returning home, his curiosity drove him to eagerly go to the copy of the 'Palace of Knowledge' mentioned by Mother Lin.

"Hey, let me think about it."

The Secret Realm copy, one of the Halls of Knowledge, is also undisclosed.

A special copy, without any monsters, just a massive collection of books inside.

I really don’t know how Mother Lin managed to hide herself from the country and enter the dungeon.

"Forget it, go to the dungeon first and think about it slowly, fixed-point teleportation."

The blue portal opened a hundred meters away from the road, and Gatling No. 2 got into it delicately.

"alert!"

The soldier in military uniform noticed something unusual and pointed his weapon at the portal that appeared out of thin air.

"Don't panic, we are one of our own."

The old man with gray hair, wearing a white coat, and eyes stretched out his hand to stop the soldier.

"Number 9527, this is my ID."

The first thing Zhao Wuchen did after getting out of the car was to hand his ID to the gatekeeper and salute him at the same time.

The leading soldier took out his ID and scanned it with his gloves, confirming that Zhao Wuchen's identity was normal.

The soldier returned the ID to Zhao Wuchen and responded with a military salute: "Major Zhao, please come in."

Feeling that countless sights on his body had disappeared, Zhao Wuchen breathed a sigh of relief and greeted the white-haired old man skillfully: "Professor Han, you are still here at such a late hour."

This old man is none other than Han Wen, Professor Han, whom he had met once before.

"We have successfully translated some of the books in the Palace of Knowledge, and the work is still continuing."

"Xiao Zhao, thank you very much for this."

"We are all our own people, so what can we say thank you for?"

Han Wen enthusiastically took Zhao Wuchen's hand and led him into the portal of the secret realm copy: "Xiao Zhao, you came just in time, I was still thinking of looking for you."

Zhao Wuchen looked around the environment in the secret realm copy.

There are countless tall bookshelves with various books neatly placed on them.

Several scholars wearing white coats and about the same age as Han Wen, holding documents in one hand and books in the other, seemed to be doing translation work.

"Professor Han, what do you want from me?"

"It's like this. The words in the books on the deepest bookshelf are completely inconsistent with the words from the other world you provided."

"Is there still such a thing? Professor Han, please lead the way."

After hearing this, Han Wen rushed to the corner of the instance and rode a small electric donkey back to Zhao Wuchen.

"..."

Zhao Wuchen was stunned, little eDonkey?

Old Han Wen blushed slightly, pushed up his glasses and explained: "Hey, the road to the deepest point is really too far."

"I can understand. As I get older, my legs and feet are inconvenient."

Zhao Wuchen got on the back seat, and the two rode the eDonkey in the huge library for nearly 10 minutes.

"right here."

Han Wen carefully took out a book from the bookshelf.

Opening the book, there is another incomprehensible text

"This kind of writing..."

Where have you seen it?

‘Yes, it’s divine writing, hee hee. I didn’t expect that a bookworm like Shirley would have the habit of writing a diary. ’

‘Indeed, I didn’t expect that she, such a quiet person, would talk so much in her diary. ’

Shia and Jingyi sang together, and they talked about the god named Shirley in a tacit understanding.

Zhao Wuchen looked at the three-meter-high bookshelf, which was densely packed with books.

…Are these books diaries written by gods?

‘Little apprentice, you want to know the contents of the diary. ’

‘Shia, isn’t this against the rules? Divine writing is knowledge that only gods can control. ’

‘Beina’s godhood is in the hands of my apprentice. It’s only a matter of time before she becomes a god, right? ’

After Shia finished speaking, she used a certain skill involuntarily.

A memory appeared in Zhao Wuchen's mind and was deeply engraved in it.

"..." Zhao Wuchen was speechless. Before he agreed, Master Xiya forced the divine text onto me.

Who said I want to use Beina's godhead? I just kept it for her and will return it to her in the future.

Seeing Zhao Wuchen frowning, Han Wen worriedly asked: "What's wrong, Xiao Zhao?"

"Professor Han, I'm fine."

At the same time, I communicated with Master Shia in my mind, ‘What will happen if I hand over the divine text to the professor in front of me? ’

'You are different from this mortal who learned this knowledge...'

Another wave of memories came to mind.

An old man from another world dressed as a scholar, holding a sheepskin scroll in his hand: "Haha, I did it, the words of the gods are nothing more than this."

After a while, the old man began to bleed from all his orifices, went crazy, and finally lost the breath of life.