You call this a black hand?

The rituals related to memory inheritance were arranged in a sealed basement downstairs in the apartment.

The basement is very well sealed and is surrounded by dark silver metal walls. There are a large number of light golden mysterious symbols on them. They are densely packed and seem to be chaotic, but they also seem to be connected to each other.

They were tangled and entangled, slowly extending from all directions to the metal surface under the wall, and finally gathered around a deep, dark well in the center.

This kind of cumbersome arrangement is obviously not something that can be done temporarily.

So Mellen guessed that this basement was originally prepared for the inheritance of memories, and using it now is just to "activate" it.

However, as a wizard apprentice, Meren didn't have much time to think about how this ritual worked.

Because he had already understood the specific usage before coming here, after arriving in the basement, he did not hesitate and jumped directly into the deep well in the core with a linen bag on his back.

A burst of blue light spots, like paper dust blown up by the wind, spurted out from the deep well and floated in all directions, illuminating the dark basement into a deep blue.

"How many more uses do we have left?"

Watching Mellen's figure disappear into the deep well, the old examiner turned his head and looked at President Jacques.

"Four more to go."

The old president said: "But I have already given one of them to someone else, so there are three more times we can use it."

"It's still too little..."

Victor on the side said: "If we can go in unlimited times, wouldn't it be possible to mass-produce qualified apprentices just by spending money?"

It would be a waste if this place was used to train apprentices...

Upon hearing this, the old president glanced at the bald deputy and said nothing.

The abandoned library where the inheritance is located is said to be abandoned, but in fact it just has no owner.

And just as many insiders have guessed, that library is related to the devil and hell and contains many secrets.

But what people don’t know is that libraries are actually related to the Holy Spirit and the Kingdom of Heaven.

In other words, that library is related to the history before the demonic tide subsided.

The right way to use it is to explore its secrets, exchange for some profound knowledge, or even obtain the inheritance of a top wizard.

It is actually a very wasteful behavior to exchange for those basic wizard knowledge.

…

President Jacques and Vice President immediately left the basement and went about their own business.

The old examiner was left sitting on a chair at the door, waiting for Mellen's return.

As for Melen, after experiencing a turbulent impact as if he had fallen into water, his feet suddenly lightened and he found that he had arrived in a dimly lit environment.

There is a lot of musty smell here, surrounded by rows and rows of towering bookshelves.

They are as if they were built by giants, so high that you can't even see them at the top. If a normal person doesn't have a ladder, it would be impossible to reach most of the books on the bookshelf.

After just a little closer look, Mellen discovered that although these bookshelves were filled with books, they were dusty, cobwebbed, and moth-eaten. Many of the books were no longer readable.

After raising his hand and pulling out a tattered book called "Norton Royal Bloodline Genealogy" from the bookshelf next to him, Mellen opened it and saw that the dense text on it was not written in a language he was familiar with.

"This is obviously an old place."

Mellen thought to himself, but he had no interest in exploring.

In other words, facing this ancient and mysterious unknown environment around him, he felt it was better to get down to business and leave early.

So after identifying the direction, Meren decisively walked toward the end of the bookshelf corridor on the left.

This road is very long, but the old president mentioned before that as long as you keep walking along the road, you can find the crystal ball used to exchange knowledge.

So Mellen has a clear goal.

However, he obviously underestimated the size of this place. After walking for more than ten minutes, he still hadn't reached his destination.

At this time, if you look down from a high altitude, you can find that Mellen is like an ant, slowly moving forward in a huge maze made of bookshelves, with a long future ahead.

However, although the area is huge, it is not endless.

About half an hour later, the moving "ant" finally came to a small square surrounded by layers of bookshelves.

And without any surprise, I saw a floating blue crystal ball above the deep well in the center of the square.

"It doesn't look like anything special?"

After stepping closer to the crystal ball, Mellen looked at it for a moment and came to this conclusion.

So he didn't waste time, first put the bag he was carrying at his feet, then spread it out, picked up one of the magic bags, and threw it into the deep well under the crystal ball.

The sound like pebbles falling into water resounded in this quiet square, and because the surrounding area was so empty, there was even a slight reverberation.

But then, a louder sound suddenly sounded from the void above his head.

"You have contributed 17 valid wealth items, 5 knowledge items, 1 special item, and 3 invalid items... Please note that the Well of Knowledge is not a trash can. Please do not throw garbage in it."

Does this voice seem intelligent?

Mellen was stunned when he heard this, but before he could reply a tentative word, he saw two brass keys and a pair of yellow underwear suddenly spurting out of the well.

He was speechless when he saw this.

Because these two keys actually represent two kilograms of ghost dust stored in the wizard's bank.

Obviously, this thing doesn't recognize this kind of "bank card".

But this is actually a good thing, because Mellen has already understood this rule from the old president.

And these magic pockets in the bag that were sealed by the previous owner cannot be cracked open in a short time.

So Mellen's move just now was actually a kind of temptation.

Test whether this well can ignore the sealing magic on the pocket and swallow the contents directly.

As a result, not only did he swallow it, but he also sprayed the "garbage" back... It was just in line with Melen's expectations.

"You have received a total of 173 contribution points. Do you want to exchange for knowledge?"

The voice sounded again.

Mellen did not respond, but continued to throw a magic bag inside.

"You have contributed 21 valid wealth items, 7 knowledge items, and 7 invalid items... Please note that the Well of Knowledge is not a trash can. Please do not throw garbage in it."

A similar sound sounded again, no emotion could be heard, and there was a mechanical sense of déjà vu.

But the "power" with which it spits out the keys seems to be greater.

"You have received a total of 457 contribution points. Do you want to exchange knowledge?"

Mellen still didn't respond, but threw in the third and fourth...

Keep throwing it down, and the jingling sound of the key falling to the ground is continuous, and the spray is farther and farther away.

Except for the two thousand so-called contribution points that the old president contributed to his pocket, the others generally fluctuated between 100-500.

However, although the value is relatively low, the quantity is large.

As a result, the "anger" in the voice of the so-called Well of Knowledge became more and more intense, and the force of its spitting became more and more fierce, but there was never any "punitive" action.

It was like being slapped in the face with stacks of banknotes, humiliating and happy.

Or is it simply "tied" in place by some kind of rule and unable to move at all?

Mellen pondered this.

However, although it can "endure", some people can't help it.

In other words, Mellen's behavior of frequently throwing money into the well and causing bursts of "noise" has attracted a certain existence that the old president would not necessarily see in his mouth.

"A little fat sheep is here?"

After observing it in the dark for a long time, it grinned unconsciously and its eyes were excited.

But when it came closer to Meren, its expression became very annoyed.

"Damn humans, can't you just throw these things in together? You have to throw them in one by one - is it fun to make noise?!"

…

Because he stayed there for a long time, Meren's sense of strangeness around him has diminished, and his sense of restraint and awe have also become much weaker.

Therefore, his current posture is very casual.

Sitting on the ground, one hand kept picking up the fewer and fewer bags in the bag next to him and returning them to the well, while the other hand kept using the third hand to pick up the keys that were spraying around -

In addition to keys, there were also some clothes, letters and other miscellaneous items. Mellen thought they might be useful, so he piled them together.

This is a relatively boring process, just like doing a mechanical assembly line job.

So when a high-pitched voice suddenly sounded from beside him, Mellen was startled.

Looking sideways, he found that the other person was a "weirdo" who was probably less than half a meter tall. He was standing in front of him with his hands on his hips, looking very angry.

"Is this the gambling little goblin the president mentioned?"

Mellen raised his eyebrows when he saw this.

He felt that this thing looked a bit like a goblin. Although the black vest on his body was very neat, the gentleman's attire made it look particularly funny.

So despite putting on a fierce look, Melen didn't feel that there was any deterrence in the other party.

But Meren didn't underestimate it, because when this guy appeared, he didn't notice it at all!

"If I pour it all in, I won't be able to pick up the garbage."

Mellen said apologetically: "Please bear with me a little longer, there isn't much left here, I will end it soon."

"Some things cannot be forgotten just by being patient. On the contrary, the more you endure, the more you will hold your breath."

The goblin said this, and the ugly face that came closer looked particularly ferocious in the dim environment.

"Since you can come here, you must be the junior of that poor old man. Did he teach you what rules you should abide by here?"

"That's true."

Mellen nodded, "But he said this kind of thing is voluntary."

“Whether it’s voluntary or not, it’s all up to me!”

The goblin claimed: "It was voluntary before, but not now!"

"Isn't this not good?"

Mellen hesitated when he heard this, "Or, you can wait until I'm done?"

"But now, you are done."

The goblin grinned, showing his big yellow teeth.

This is also true.

As Meren picked up the last magic bag at the bottom of the bag and threw it into the well, the bag of things he had brought earlier had been thrown away.

"You have contributed 14 valid wealth items, 1 knowledge item, and 2 invalid items... Please note that the Well of Knowledge is not a trash can. Please do not throw garbage in it!!"

The voice seemed to have changed its tone with anger, but even though it was angry, it still did nothing.

Obviously, this is a place with strict rules.

"You have received a total of 35782 contribution points. Do you want to exchange knowledge?"

…

A bag of things was just gone. In addition to the so-called contribution points, Mellen also collected bank keys worth a total of 470,000.

These keys cannot be redeemed here, but Mellen noticed that when the "goblins" next to him looked at them, there was a hint of greed in their eyes.

"Now that you are done with your work, how are you thinking about it?"

Seeing Melen looking over, the goblin asked impatiently.

"This, um..."

Mellen was moved.

When he just heard about the so-called contribution points of more than 30,000, he thought it was a bit too little.

So if I can make some extra money from this guy...it seems like a good idea?

"Yes, yes."

Mellen then said: "But you have to answer me a question first."

"What's the problem?"

"Is there a toilet here?"

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