Chapter 128

Lin Jie asked Moen to remove all the "earth mechs" from the people lying on the ground. After removing the face armor, it can be seen that the age of these intruders with tears streaming down their faces and rolling around on the ground Generally small.

As he had guessed, Hood, who went up to the second floor, was the leader of these people. The average age of the other members was around 20 years old. It can be said that it was a very young criminal gang.

But because of this ironic purpose of "stealing books", the anger in Lin Jie's heart subsided a little.

If these people were really planning to break into the house with guns and rob, Lin Jie had to teach them the principles of life, instead of just tying them up and chatting politely with their boss like now.

Hood, who was treated "politely", looked back from the violently dismantled armor parts all over the floor, and landed on the blade in front of his neck.

Scholars are somewhat similar to wizards, they all rely on external forces to drive the ether. If their physical fitness is not deliberately exercised, they will be a little stronger than ordinary people, reaching an abnormal level of physical strength at most.

In other words, they are now naked lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

And Hood finally saw his companion's painful and wailing appearance just now, and suddenly woke up, it was not the man-made beating.

There was no trauma on their bodies at all, and when they wailed, there were some inaudible ravings, vomiting, and scratching themselves, looking like they were crazy.

This, this seems to be a manifestation of the failure of the plunder and the backlash of the soul!

Hood looked at the fate of his companions in horror. It was a little hard to understand. The probability of failure in plundering knowledge was very low, and each of them had at most one book in their hands. How could they fail?

Ether is the currency of blood and soul, representing the two directions of practice with ether.

As scholars, they specialize in the soul, and the capacity and strength of the soul far exceed that of ordinary wizards.

——There is a saying that a good scholar can definitely become a good wizard, but a good wizard may not necessarily become a good scholar.

Looting fails in general for two reasons.

One is that knowledge contains content that is difficult for them to understand, including taboo knowledge, ancient knowledge, high-level field knowledge, etc., which are beyond the strength that the soul can bear.

In this case, the consequences are more serious, it will cause the soul to be shaken, torn apart, and even unpredictable things will happen to the body.

The second is that the amount of knowledge content is too large, which exceeds the storage breadth of the soul, and it will be like eating too much, causing memory to be crowded, lost, and vomiting at the same time.

And if the two coexist, then they will be completely out of their minds just like the group of people crawling all over the ground now.

In other words, they just plundered one of the books in this bookstore, and they became fools for a short time.

"Are you from the Truth Society?"

Lin Jie sat on the stool and raised the long sword on Hood's neck flatly.

The intruders who were tied up in front of them finally stopped yelling, probably gradually regaining their sanity, and now they fell to the ground and talked nonsense with empty eyes, only Hood was sitting on the ground .

Hood's scalp numb subconsciously, and he leaned back. The owner of the bookstore instantly destroyed his weapons and armor with a sword, which has become his psychological shadow.

He raised his head and said, "Yes."

Lin Jie looked at him now, as if he saw students from a well-known university come out to rob. Although the amount of knowledge has no direct relationship with character, it is strange.

Don't take the serious path, take this dead end.

Hood is too familiar with this kind of look. Other scholars in the Truth Society all use this kind of look when they look at the Intellectuals.

He was naturally angry, stubborn, dissatisfied, and resentful, but remembering Lin Jie's warning just now, he obediently chose to shut up.

But it wasn't that he was afraid.

If only intellectuals knew fear, they wouldn't be called crazy.

However, a lunatic does not mean a fool. He who knows the current affairs is a hero. He still understands this sentence, bear with it, and keep the green hills without worrying about firewood...

Lin Jie then asked: "Pritt Hall, and Trollope Rupert, have you heard of the names of these two scholars?"

Hood was stunned for a moment, not understanding what the other party wanted to do, but he wanted to stabilize first, so he said, "Pritt Hall is the former director of pharmacy, and Rupert is the last director of archaeology. He died a few years ago, and after his death, archeology became a mess, and no one was willing to be a leader, so he was abolished from the Truth Council fifty years ago by the previous president."

The two researchers of the piecemeal data are actually director-level scholars in the Truth Society, but even they are not qualified to borrow the book History of the Rise and Fall of Alfreds. It seems that the level of the book is really high ... We have to think about it in the long run.

However, Rupert's death seems to be a bit of a problem. If it was a normal death, it doesn't make sense that no one would suddenly be willing to be a leader, and even a discipline would be abolished directly.

Well, it can also be assumed that there is no relationship between the two, but since there is no relationship, there is no need to add one more sentence later.

There must be connections and secrets in the middle.

Lin Jie found that Hood seemed to have a special desire to show off his knowledge. When he said the latter paragraph, his expression was naturally self-satisfied.

Lin Jie suddenly asked, "How did Rupert die?"

Hu De felt a slip of the tongue and shut up in silence.

Lin Jie smiled and said, "If you don't tell me, I can ask them." He pointed to the group on the ground.

Hood snorted, "They don't know."

Lin Jie touched his chin: "You seem to know a lot."

"Of course." Hood sneered, "Our knowledge-only sect is the real way to the truth, and our learning efficiency is much higher than theirs. As long as we plunder all the knowledge we need, sooner or later, we will be able to glimpse the truth! "

Lin Jie ignored him: "Since you can't say it, then this matter should not be made public, and the premise of plundering knowledge is someone or information, right, so who provided you with these things that cannot be known... Judging by your unscrupulous appearance just now, it seems that you are not afraid of being held accountable."

He looked at Hood meaningfully, and showed an amiable smile: "Little Hood, you don't look like a big shot, so there is only one possibility, your parents... have a high status in the Truth Society."

"Say, how about I directly make a deal with you and the Truth Society?"

This sentence is of course a lie. How could Lin Jie, such an upright, enthusiastic and kind-hearted bookstore owner, do such a thing as kidnapping?

As for asking an acquaintance, Claude, the police to come over to deal with the matter, I really just want to improve efficiency, there is no other meaning.

Hood's face froze, looking at the blade getting closer to his neck, he shook his head desperately and slightly.

"I don't want to?" Lin Jie sighed, "Oh, I was just joking, you kid has no sense of humor."

Before Hood could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard him say again:

"So, don't you keep talking about knowledge-only factions, plundering knowledge and so on? Then I won't make a deal with the Truth Society, and I will play a game with you."

"Come and try to plunder my knowledge. If you succeed, I will let you go. If you fail, just treat it as if I have robbed you of knowledge. Tell me the cause of Rupert's death."

Lin Jie smiled and said, "How is it?"