Vol 11 Chapter 49: cost

"Qin Lun, I remember that you came out of the underground treasure house of the Ambori Church, didn't you still have some magic crystal magic core?". Hill suddenly remembered something and said, "The value of those things is relatively large, and it may be able to offset our expenses."
"Yeah!" was reminded by Hill, Qin Lun also remembered, he was worried about the attention of the gods, so did not search for too many things in the underground base of Ambori. In addition to a large package of wealth coins, it only brought out a sheepskin roll, more than a dozen of the best magic crystal nucleus, and a staff that was smashed with magical gems.
The staff has been given to Hill. It is not worth the money after the jewels are removed. Only the magic plaque above is worth studying. It is the pure magic crystal nucleus of the egg size that is more precious. As for the last piece of sheepskin, Qin Lun did not know the ancient words above, and they were already thrown behind them.
However, perhaps in Candle Castle, this sheepskin roll that records ancient scripts is the most valuable item.
A scene in front of the scene flashed, and a simple and simple office appeared in front of Qin Lun. This is a spacious study, surrounded by rows of bookshelves, strangely filled with books on the bookshelf, and no title on the spine.
In front of the study is a long desk with a stack of pages and sheepskin rolls. A white beard old mage is at the back of the desk, burying his head and copying something.
Hearing the water mirror door in the room, he looked up from the pile of books, but his eyes were blank. It seemed that his mind had not got rid of his thoughts.
"Honor to the reader, we are here to ask visitors to enter Candletown!" Qin Lun leaned his hand and bent over.
Before Linda left, they could call all the people in the Candle Fort as "readers." The "reader" here is not the reader of Candlecast, but the collective name of these scholars. Compared with the names of the Master and the Sage, these people prefer others to call them "readers."
"Oh? Oh!" The old Master’s gaze finally began to focus, licking his mouth and looking at Qin Lun and others in front of him.
"Which kind of books do you want to borrow at the Central Library?" The old Master pinched his eyebrows and asked in a low voice.
"Respected readers, we are not coming to borrow books, but want to borrow the long-distance transmission array of the underground labyrinth of Candletown." Qin Lun said respectfully.
"Well? Come to Candlecast to borrow the use of the array?" This answer is obviously beyond the expectations of the old Master. He touched it from the table, found a pair of monocles to wear, and began to carefully look at Qin Lun and others, "Human, Month Elf, Highland Elves, are you mercenaries? No, let me see, you seem to have some weirdness!"
The old mage took out a set of black cards from the drawers of the table. After shuffling, six cards were taken for six people, and the fingers were turned one by one from right to left. "Tree demon card, forest guard, you are a ranger or Druid?"
"I am a natural sect's forest guardian!" Ilistin smiled and nodded. The forest guardian is usually a self-proclaimed druid.
"Mountain and Aries card! A powerful highland elf, not like a mountain pastor, then... Northland harpist?" The old master pointed to Marstaff and picked a white eyebrow, but the seemingly turbid gaze Have a keen sense of difference.
"The whipping queen card... Ms. Lauvita's believer, huh, this is a really strange combination!" The old wizard smiled cheerfully, and when his eyes fell on the last three cards, he frowned slightly. Three gunmen's cards, strange, you don't look like a mercenary... Hey, old, it's really useless!"
Qin Lun stared at the card of the old Master, knowing that the apostle's identity could never be exposed, and the back was still a little sweaty. The cards of this old thing were too divining!
In a sense, the apostle is not a mercenary who breaks the stars!
"Sorry, sorry, I don't want to investigate your secrets, mainly because the underground labyrinth of Candletown is heavy, and you can't just let people go in." The old mage explained to himself and continued, "Because Knowing that you are not a thief who steals books, it is certainly possible to borrow a long-distance transmission array. However, before you come to Candleburg, you should have heard of the regulations here?"
"Yes, sir, we will pay the right price." Qin Lun nodded with a smile, took out more than a dozen magic crystal nucleus from the storage space, and put the first two steps on the table of the old Master.
The old Master did not mind checking the pieces one by one. The whole process was very fast. He almost immediately picked up one and immediately put it down. He had already checked more than ten magic crystal nuclei in an instant.
Qin Lun and Hill looked at each other and saw the surprise in the other's eyes. They thought that the people who arranged the candle in here should be just a small role, but from the current performance of the old mage, he has at least two occupations to reach the master level, one is card divination, the other is Identification.
It is impossible to distinguish the occupations and identities of the people so accurately, and it is absolutely involved in the mysterious field of divination. And such a rapid test of the magic crystal nucleus requires a deep identification skill, not an expert master can not do.
After checking out the magic crystal nucleus that Qin Lun took out, the old mage knocked on the table with his finger and said with indulgence: "The quality of these magic spar is good. If it is only a ticket to enter the candle fort, then you six people, only It takes six more. But to borrow a long-range transmission, I am afraid that even a fraction is not enough."
The old master said, paused and continued to explain, "The long-distance transmission of the array is very expensive, although the transmission distance is different, but the nearest transmission location also needs to spend hundreds of such magic spar."
"Hundreds of..." Everyone looked at each other, and their hearts felt a sense of powerlessness.
Originally, Qin Lun thought about it. If the value of these magic crystals is not enough, then redeem some magic spar from the list of starry items, but the number of hundreds of them is too exaggerated.
Besides, this is not a direct completion of the epic plot, but only a transmission, so it will cost more than 100,000 broken crystals, it is not worth it!
"It seems that this is a bit difficult for you!" The old wizard seems to be strange, smiled and said, "The conversion of hundreds of magic spar into gold coins is indeed an astronomical number, but the candlestick really value knowledge, not wealth. If you have prepared documents or books that we don't have here, and can impress the old, you can borrow a transfer array without a gold coin!"
"How about watching this sheepskin roll? This is a record of some ancient writings, which should be of great research value!" Qin Lun hesitated, taking out the old sheepskin roll that was obtained at the Ambry church from his arms and placed it in front of the Master.
"Oh, let me see!" The old master pushed the monocle, took the sheepskin roll, and watched it in front of the lamp.
Looking at the veteran old face of the old Master under the light of the candle, Qin Lun and others suddenly had a kind of awareness that was waiting for the trial, and it was slightly uneasy.
The expression on the face of the old Master slowly became serious. He even habitually picked up his fingernails. It seems that the text on the scroll of the sheepskin was something he had never seen before, so that Qin Lun and others who had been observing their eyes and ears were relieved.
After a long while, the old master finally put down the sheepskin roll in his hand, but his eyebrows were wrinkled and his face was rarely revealed.
"The value of this scroll... I can't judge it!" the old mage said slowly. "But not because I don't know what it is, but the value of it is not a good measure..."
"Can you read these words?". Qin Lun’s eyes flashed, and a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.
He got this sheepskin roll for many days, but no matter how you study it, you can't understand the ancient words above. This is a very strange phenomenon. It is necessary to know that the broken starry sky will put the apostles into the world of different time and space. The apostle's soul prints will often directly inject the relevant continental lingua franca from ancient times to the present. As long as the words are passed down, they can basically be translated automatically.
Even the words that the apostle's soul can't translate, whether it is an encrypted text, or whether it is protected by the laws of the world. Either way, as long as it is deciphered, it will bring Qin Lun a certain degree of world exploration.
"The old can understand, but it is equivalent to not understand!" The old wizard licked his white beard, and said with some distress, "This is a private magic note of the ancient magician, and belongs to the period of the Netherelier Empire. The content may have research results on a volume of Nether's scroll."
"Research notes of Nether's scroll?" Qin Lun and others were a little surprised.
They know that Nether's scroll not only records many curses, but also extends a whole set of magic systems. It can be said that this is the third complete magic system independent of dragon magic and elf magic, and even able to get rid of the magic goddess. Mishra's magic net exists independently.
"So, have you deciphered some of the content inside?". Qin Lun asked with full expectation.
As an apostle, Qin Lun is behind the broken starry sky. It doesn't need to be completely deciphered. As long as the old mage in front of him can decipher a part, then this sheepskin roll has no secret to the broken starry sky, just like the original Mastasia intercepted. The scattered Tallinn will be the same as the secret letter.
At the same time, it can bring a lot of world exploration to Qin Lun. After all, this has affected the research notes of Nether's scrolls of an era.
"Oh, do you know what a private note is called a magician?". The old mage shook his head with a smile~EbookFREE.me~ With his explanation, everyone suddenly understood.
Every magician is a knowledgeable wise man. They usually have a lot of reading and writing work. At the same time, in order to protect their research results, they often create shorthand words that only their own and subordinate apprentices can understand.
If a magician achieves extraordinary accomplishments, the robes are inherited by many apprentices, and his apprentices are open again, then a magical faction will be formed, and his privately created shorthand text will also spread.
From ancient times to the present, the magical factions are more like stars, and the inheritance of some famous magicians has been inherited by many people, and the shorthand texts created by private individuals have gradually become public. But some of the magicians who cut off the inheritance, the private notes they left are equal to the heavenly books that no one can understand.
Qin Lun got this sheepskin roll up and down, some shorthand words are spread short text, the old Master can understand. But the core part, especially the research text about Nether's scroll, has a distinct personal trace, and the old wizard naturally cannot understand it.
Of course, the old Master does not understand, does not mean that this ancient Master has cut off the inheritance, and maybe there are others who can decipher, so this note still has some value.