Chapter 6

"Ah, this is... Did you write this?"

Wilde's eyes changed, and the movement of holding the book suddenly changed.

From the original cautious, it became extremely gentle.

The name of Lin Jie is clearly in the eye, and when I think about what Lin Jie said just now, it is clearly recommending my own work.

He looked at the five words "Corpse Eating Canon" written on it, raised his head, and said solemnly: "Is this your research field? Is it about rituals?"

The word Dianyi is easy to understand, it means ceremony and ceremony.

The Corpse Cannibal Cult... It should be a certain religion, but in Azir, I have never heard of such a church.

There are three mainstream beliefs with a relatively large number of believers.

The truth that believes in knowledge.

A domed church that believes in the moon.

The Plague Church that believes in the Mist of the Wall.

Some other small sects are scattered and not well known, but as a wizard who often wanders among various forces and acts as a thug, he is still familiar with them.

However, Wilde was very unfamiliar with the name Corpse Eater.

Sounds like the religion of the ogre tribe, and if it isn't, it means...

There was a slight shake in the heart of the black wizard.

Scholars are usually of the lawful good camp, and he had always thought that Lin Jie was at least neutral.

So I have never dared to reveal too much about my identity, and avoided talking about my past.

The benevolence of these high-ranking people is often short-lived, and no one knows whether the owner of the bookstore is doing a boring experiment of "whether a cruel black wizard can rely on words to induce goodness".

If he goes against the wishes of the high-ranking person, the consequences will be disastrous.

However, the book written by the owner of the bookstore reveals a deep evil in its temperament, and the author seems to be in the evil camp without a doubt.

A scholar who studies taboo topics but possesses great power is destined to be excluded from the mainstream.

Could this be the reason for Lin Jie's seclusion? !

With a jump in his heart, he looked at Lin Jie.

The owner of the bookstore didn't seem to mind the curious gazes of the guests on him. He smiled and nodded, with a little nostalgia, and said, "Yes, this is part of my research topic, and it also changed my fate..."

Lin Jie sighed: "Forget it, there is no need to bring up this kind of thing that has passed for a long time."

long, long ago? change destiny?

Wilde suddenly had a bold guess in his mind.

But he carefully observed Lin Jie's expression, and in the end he just carefully stroked the pages of the book, noticing that the book's packaging was a bit rough, and thought about it: "This book seems to be bound by hand?"

Lin Jie nodded and said: "Some accidents happened at that time, and I didn't have time to announce it, so I only kept this book that I printed, but seeing that Lao Wang is so close to you, I will lend you this book, of course. , if you don’t trust me, I can recommend something else to you.”

Before time travel, Lin Jie was a doctoral student and lecturer majoring in folklore.

——The title Mr. Lin has its historical origin, and the chicken soup of a life mentor is not made in a day.

Assuming he didn't choose to time travel, he should have published the sixth folklore-related book by now, and he has been awarded the title of associate professor with a high probability.

Although compared to some of the "youngest associate professors" who emerge in endlessly, "genius scholars" and the like.

Now at the age of 24, he is really not considered excellent, and the social science major always makes people feel that there is a lot of water, and he will probably be criticized if he speaks out.

But in this area of ​​research, Lin Jie did specialize in the art.

"Thank you for your generosity, it has been an honor to read your work."

Wilde bowed slightly, looked at Lin Jie, and said, "But it really makes me a little apprehensive to hand such an important copy into the hands of a bad old man like me."

Of course he wasn't worried about losing the book.

As an old fried dough stick wizard, what he is more worried about now is that since this is an unpublished work, the things recorded in it may be experimental in nature.

If he researched without authorization, there might be some unpredictable consequences.

It seemed that the other party really regarded him as some kind of experimental product...

"There's nothing to worry about, Old Wang. I believe that you can add more value to this book. My research is only valuable if it is seen by others."

"As for the orphan copy? It's not important to me anymore." Lin Jie smiled slightly, and glanced at the bookshelf behind him: "Now I have a whole forest."

"I can reproduce a copy at any time. The knowledge in my mind cannot be stolen, only fame and fortune are stolen, and this is precisely the most useless thing to me."

Lin Jie took a deep look at Wilde.

Lao Wang, Lao Wang, take it, this is my last chicken soup!

He could feel from the conversation that Lao Wang was very concerned about his research, but that kind of care was not about the subject itself, but a longing for what the results would bring.

As an empty-nester old man, Lao Wang seems to be kind, but in fact he is arrogant and withdrawn. He is alienated by his relatives and friends, which makes him very concerned about academics.

He needs achievements, fame, and fortune in this area to make up for the emptiness in his heart!

But such a mentality is sick and paranoid, which may further aggravate his distance from the crowd, so Lin Jie decided to enlighten him and let him feel the care of others again!

Wilde stared at the meaningful eyes of the owner of the bookstore, took off his hat, and said, "You have been taught."

His fingers trembling slightly as he held the hat.

Fame and wealth are useless... Is this sentence warning him not to disclose any information to others?

This is to realize that he has already guessed some clues.

The dark wizard's heart became more and more cautious.

Lin Jie continued: "But having said that, since you can understand, cough, the devil's language, then you should be able to understand this book. If you think it's good, I'd be more than happy to recommend it to others."

He smiled politely and reservedly.

Looking at the book in his hand, Wilde nodded and said, "Understood, I will try my best."

It seems that the bookstore owner wants him to help spread his works.

This is the price he needs to pay.

Wilde felt relieved.

As long as there is a price.

There is no such thing as a free lunch in the world.

If the owner of the bookstore continues to be generous, he will be even more terrified, because in that case, he may be the one who will eventually pay the price.

Neither can reveal the identity of the owner of the book, but also spread the content of the book.

So it seems that he can only study the content thoroughly first, and then verbally relay it to others. He must be cautious, cautious, and cautious.

"Then it's time for me to take my leave."

Wilde put his hat back on, hesitated for a moment, took out a dark stone statue from his arms, and placed it on the counter.

"Thank you for your guidance all the time. This is a small wish from me. I hope you will not refuse."