You call this the mastermind?

The ritual related to memory inheritance was arranged in a sealed basement under the apartment building.

The basement was very well sealed, surrounded by dark silver metal walls, with a large number of light golden mysterious symbols on it, densely packed, seemingly messy, but also like to be connected to each other.

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

This cumbersome arrangement was obviously not something that could be done temporarily.

So Melen guessed that this basement was originally prepared for memory inheritance, and now it was used, but it was just "activated".

However, as a wizard apprentice, Melen didn't have the mind to figure out what the working principle of this ritual was.

Because he had learned about the specific usage before coming, after arriving at the basement, he didn't hesitate to jump directly into the core deep well with a linen bag on his back.

A burst of blue light spots like paper ash blown by the wind gushed out from the deep well, floating and scattering, illuminating the dim basement with a deep blue.

"How many opportunities do we have left to use it?"

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

"There are four times left."

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

"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?"

If this place is used to train apprentices, it would be a waste...

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 is just without an owner.

And 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 the library is actually related to the Holy Spirit and the Kingdom of Heaven.

Or it can be said that the library is related to the history before the magic tide faded.

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

It is actually a waste to exchange for those basic wizard knowledge.

…

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

The old examiner was left sitting on a chair at the door, waiting for Melen to return.

On Melen's side, after experiencing a turbulent impact as if falling into the water, his feet suddenly lightened, and he found himself in a dimly lit environment.

There was a lot of mold here, and rows of towering bookshelves were located around.

They seemed to be built by giants, so high that you couldn't see the top at a glance. Normal people couldn't reach most of the books on the bookshelves without a ladder.

Just a closer look, Melen found that although these bookshelves were filled with books, they were covered with dust, cobwebs, and traces of insects everywhere, and many books were no longer readable.

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

"This is obviously an old-fashioned place."

Melen thought to himself, but he had no interest in staying and exploring.

Or, facing the ancient and mysterious unknown environment around him, he thought it was better to get things done and leave early.

So after identifying the direction, Melen decisively walked towards 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 going forward along the road, you can find the crystal ball used to exchange knowledge.

So Melen has a clear goal.

However, he obviously underestimated the area here. After walking for more than ten minutes, he still hasn't reached his destination.

At this time, if you look down from the sky, you can find that Melen is now like an ant, slowly moving forward in a huge maze composed of bookshelves, with a long way to go.

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

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

And as expected, a floating blue crystal ball was seen above the deep well in the center of the square.

"It doesn't look special?"

After stepping closer to the crystal ball, Melen took a quick look 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 pockets, and threw it into the deep well under the crystal ball.

The sound of a stone falling into water sounded in this silent square, and because the surroundings were too empty, there was even a slight echo.

But then, a louder sound suddenly came 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 don't throw garbage in it."

Does this voice seem intelligent?

Mellen was stunned when he heard this, but before he could respond tentatively, he saw two bronze keys and a pair of yellow underwear suddenly spurted out of the well.

He was speechless.

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

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

But this is actually a good thing, because Melen has learned this rule from the old president before.

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

So Melen's action just now was actually a test.

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

As a result, it not only swallowed it, but also sprayed the "garbage" back... It was exactly what Melen expected.

"You have a total of 173 contributions. Do you want to exchange knowledge?"

The voice sounded again, more like a system than Melen's golden finger.

Melen didn't respond, but continued to throw a magic pocket in.

"You 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 don't throw garbage in it."

A similar voice sounded again, and there was no emotion, and there was a mechanical sense of déjà vu. But the "force" with which it spewed out the keys seemed to be a little stronger...

"You have obtained a total of 457 contribution points. Would you like to exchange them for knowledge?"

Merlen still did not respond, but threw in the third, the fourth...

Keeping throwing, the jingling sound of the keys falling to the ground continued, spraying farther and farther.

In addition to the two thousand so-called contribution points contributed by the old president to his pocket, the others fluctuated roughly between 100-500.

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

So the "anger" in the voice of the so-called well of knowledge became more and more intense, and the force of the spewing became more and more fierce, but there was no "punishing" action.

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

Or, was it simply "bound" to the spot by some rules and unable to move at all?

Mellen thought about this.

However, although it could "endure", some people could not.

In other words, Mellen's frequent throwing of money into the well and the subsequent "noise" had attracted a certain existence that the old president might not have seen.

"A little fat sheep has come?"

After observing for a long time in the dark, it grinned unconsciously, with excitement in its eyes.

But when it came close to Mellen, its expression became very annoyed.

"Where did you come from, idiot! Can't you throw these things in together? You have to throw them in one by one - is it fun to make noise?!"

...

Because he has been there for a long time, Mellen's sense of strangeness about the surroundings has decreased, and his sense of restraint and awe has also weakened a lot.

Therefore, he is currently sitting on the ground in a very casual posture, with one hand constantly picking up the fewer and fewer pockets in the bag beside him and throwing them into the well, while the other hand constantly uses the third hand to pick up the keys that are gushing around from a distance -

In addition to the keys, there are also some clothes, letters and other sundries, which Mellen thinks may be useful, so he piles them together.

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

So when a shrill voice suddenly sounded from beside him, Melen was startled.

Looking sideways, he found that the other party was a "weird guy" who was less than half a meter tall, standing in front of him with his hands on his hips, looking angry.

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

Melen raised his eyebrows.

He thought this thing looked a bit like a goblin. Although the black vest on his body was very neat, such a gentleman's dress made his original appearance look particularly funny.

So even though he put on a fierce look, Melen didn't feel that the other party had any deterrent power.

But Melen didn't underestimate it, because he didn't notice when this guy appeared!

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

Merlen apologized, "Please be patient, there's not much left here, I'll be done soon."

"Some things can't be let go by just being patient. On the contrary, the more you endure, the more you'll feel suffocated."

The goblin said so, and his ugly face, which was close to him, looked particularly hideous in the dim environment.

"Since you can come here, you must be the younger generation of that poor old man. Did he teach you what rules you should follow here?"

"He did."

Merlen nodded, "but he said that this kind of thing is voluntary."

"Whether it's voluntary or not, I have the final say!"

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

"Isn't this too bad?"

Merlen hesitated after hearing this, "Or, can you wait until I'm done?"

"But now, you're done."

The goblin grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

That's true.

As Melen picked up the last magic pocket at the bottom of the bag and threw it into the well, the bag of things he had brought before was 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 a little due to anger, but it did nothing despite its anger.

Obviously, this is a place with strict rules.

"You have obtained a total of 35,782 contribution points. Do you want to exchange knowledge?!"

……

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

These keys cannot be exchanged here, but Melen found that the eyes of the "goblin" beside him when looking at them were faintly greedy.

"How about it? You should take the initiative, don't force me to use force!"

Seeing Melen looking over, the goblin rubbed his hands excitedly.

"This, um..."

Melen was moved.

When he heard about the so-called contribution points of more than 30,000 just now, he was still thinking if it was a little too little.

So if you can make some extra money from this person... it seems not bad?

"Yes, it can be."

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

"What question?"

"Is there a toilet here?"

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