Chapter 1869: Disaster and blessing

Compared with the first sub-cemetery, the second sub-cemetery gave Master Dewey and others a much weaker visual impact and spiritual shock.
In addition to the exquisite reliefs as usual, there is only a huge corpse of a scorpion, a pile of broken stone sculptures of giant beasts, and a dozen dark gold metal blocks of various sizes.
Master Dewey could see the essence of the dark golden metal block at a glance. His body trembled, and he subconsciously rushed over and embraced the fine gold in his arms. However, he just took a step and he abruptly stopped.
Closing his eyes tightly, he kept taking deep breaths, forcibly suppressing the greed instinct in the goblin's bones, and muttering in his mouth: "You can't grab, you can't grab, this is what my son found, it's my son's property... ."
Listening to Master Dewey chanting these words over and over again, I felt both funny and moved.
In any case, he at least restrained his greedy instinct, and then looked at Master Hall and the staff who came with him. They had already rushed over, holding a piece of fine gold, and he could not help kissing and rubbing, as if They are not pure gold, but the warm fragrance of nephrite.
Looking at their exaggerated reaction, there is no fluctuation in my heart-this is the response of a greedy goblin by nature!
As for Master Dewey, he only temporarily suppressed his instincts with family affection. If it was not me who visited the grave, but someone else, he would have rushed forward unscrupulously.
After calming down for a quarter of an hour, Master Dewey finally breathed a sigh of relief, and opened his eyes again. His gaze had become so pure and clear that he could still look at it indifferently when looking at the fine gold.
In the end, his gaze fixed on my face, and in a saintly tone, he calmly said: "There is nothing to miss here. Take me to my next destination."
"Okay" I nodded.
Bypassing the people who embraced the fine gold and showed obsessive expressions, I led the way and took Master Dewey into the main tomb.
Entering the main tomb, Master Dewey looked around, a little discouraged and said: "This tomb is a bit too shabby. Except for the high platform made of mithril, there is no other brilliant treasure. I am very curious. What kind of person would be buried in such a shabby tomb. Is it possible that in this tomb is a certain wife who is most unwelcome by the owner of the tomb?"
"On this point, please forgive me for disagreement." Felid Alexander's memory slowly floated out of the coffin, condensed and formed. He smiled calmly: "Hello, little fellow of the goblin clan, I am the owner of this tomb. , Philade Alexander."
"Filide Alexander?!" Master Dewey looked at the memory in front of him in surprise, and after a long time, he murmured: "You are...Feired Rupert's eldest grandson? The first fairy king of the period?"
"It seems that I have not been completely forgotten by the world."
Alexander smiled.
There was a touch of self-deprecating in his smile, and more of it was the loss that couldn't be resolved: "It's a pity that the fairy clan today has fallen."
Master Dewey glanced at me with blame in his eyes.
He stood respectfully, constantly rubbing his hands on his chest, and his reverent gaze was suspicious: "Are you... really Philade Alexander himself?"
"Probably... yes."
Alexander answered vaguely.
"Uh, probably?" Master Dewey looked dazed, and subconsciously turned his gaze to me.
I was busy telling him all the causes and consequences, including all the details.
After listening, Master Dewey took a deep breath and his eyes were full of shock: "Unexpectedly, the ancient races had mastered such a magical magic and could host their consciousness and soul in the magic circle. This is simply... a miracle. !"
"This is not a miracle," Alexander said: "This is just one of the many ancient civilizations left by the God of Creation, and my goblin clan just happens to master this magic."
As soon as he heard the words'Ancient Civilization', Master Dewey trembled with excitement. His calm gaze, as a sage, disappeared. Instead, a fiery gaze shot straight at Alexander: "Respected Your Majesty the Fairy King, I have a problem, I beg you for help."
"please say."
"I have been immersed in ancient texts for many years, but because of their incompleteness, I still can't fully understand them. This is my regret, and even the whole goblin clan. Although you are a memory, you must still retain the knowledge of your life, I I want to beg you to assist us in completing the repair of the fragments of ancient writings."
Alexander was silent for a long time, and said, "Forgive me for not fulfilling your wish."
"This...why?" Master Dewey was very puzzled.
"Ancient writing contains extremely huge power. If used improperly, it will cause disaster."
"I'm just a historian and scientist, not an adventurer. You must have noticed this early on," Master Dewey said excitedly: "My work has always been dedicated to repairing lost ancient civilizations and using them together. They benefit mankind. As for war matters, I will not intervene, let alone use the power of ancient words to control everything!"
"You were hailed as a holy king before you were alive because you have a broad mind, foresight, and love for the people like your son. Do you still not see what kind of blessing and shade the ancient characters will bring to mankind?" Master Dewey said The more excited, his hands clenched into fists, I was a little worried, if this continues, his hands will bleed from being too excited.
After taking a few deep breaths, Master Dewey finally calmed down some of his excitement. He said in a deep voice: "You rejected me like this because you have passed away and feel that today's human beings have nothing to do with you? Or is it because of choking and fear of ancient words? The disaster brought by, dare not touch it again?"
Master Dewey's gaze was like a sharp sword, piercing directly at Alexander.
But Alexander still had a calm expression, not shaken by Master Dewey's sharp eyes and sharp questions.
After a long time, Master Dewey sighed slightly, feeling a little disappointed, and said: "I understand, Your Majesty the Fairy King, I understand your concerns. You are worried that ancient characters will be mastered by people with bad faith in the future and used in warfare. During this period, it will bring disaster to mankind, is that right?"
Alexander nodded.
"But have you ever thought about not" Master Dewey said: "Once one day, an adventurer picked up a fragment of ancient text in the lost wilderness, activated it by mistake, understood its use and power, and then used it Isn’t it still a disaster for mankind to sell it to the hands of people with unpredictable minds!"
"And no one can solve this kind of disaster" Master Dewey said with a serious face: "Because we don't have the power and knowledge to fight against."
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