Chapter 1366

"What does that mean?" When McGonagall heard the words, he didn't want to continue to study deeply and thought deeply.

"The book of the dead" McGonagall saw from H.P. Lovecraft's novels. At the beginning, he borrowed a collection of H.P. Lovecraft's novels from the library, but he was not very interested in western horror novels, so he just flipped through a few short stories, then flipped through the illustrations, and then returned the book.

Even with his memory, he can only recall some fragments, which is not impressive, but he can remember those words very clearly.

Because of his lack of in-depth study, MEG did not know much about the myth system of Crusoe, but he also knew that the old dominators occupied a very important position in the whole system, probably remembering the gods who survived from ancient times.

"Is that skeleton man an old ruler, a God who survived from ancient times?" McGonagall whispered to himself that with his understanding of the Crusoe system, there are only so many judgments he can make at present.

The unknown mysterious existence, the strange black fog, can give others powerful power, and the ability to control everything with the power of the dead. All these things really don't seem to be what the level 10 strong can do. The strength of the mysterious skeleton man in the stone statue should be above level 10.

The so-called extraordinary realm of power has never been proved to exist in this world.

"It seems that we still have to make up lessons. Maybe H.P. Lovecraft, who calls himself the man of destiny, really knows something special." McGonagall thought deeply, and then said to the system, "system, give me a package of all the books about the myth system of Crusoe."

"Host, this system..."

"According to the publishing price, one copper coin is added to each book." Meg said calmly.

"This system will pack it for you immediately!" The sound of the system immediately became attentive.

"Ding! We have successfully packed 1000 novels with Crusoe elements, with a total price of 89233 copper coins! "

"Ding! The deduction is successful

"Ding! Delivered! "

McGonagall opened his eyes and looked at the massive novels stacked on almost one wall, which were also mixed with a lot of online novels. He could not help but feel a headache. The dog system would not miss any chance to make money.

"Forget it. I'll see it tomorrow." MEG looked at the wall of books, hesitated for a moment, and lay back in bed.

Although the myth of Crusoe may be able to give him some inspiration, he does not think that the answer lies in these novels. The secret library may only borrow the passage from the book of the dead as the answer. Whether it is closely related still needs further understanding.

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After a hard day, McGonagall had a good sleep after smelling the smell of books. The next day, he opened his eyes and looked at the whole wall of books. He rubbed his eyebrows with some headache. He didn't know where to look.

"Cook first." MEG glanced at the alarm clock, went downstairs, and was about to enter the kitchen when she saw Jane standing in the yard rubbing the holy light. On her fingertips, a faint holy light was slowly gathering, as faint as a candle.

Jane's expression was especially solemn and sincere, and her eyes were fixed on the holy light, as if looking at her own faith.

"It's really good talent to learn so quickly." McGonagall took a look at Jane's shimmering monologue, where there was also a little holy light condensation.

These days, McGonagall has really seen all kinds of magical functions of the holy light. Light is always the fastest, and has a very strong restraint on the spirit of the dead. He is happy to see a light demon appear, which may be helpful for the unknown future.

"If there are old masters, does the God that the magician believes really exist? God of light, God of life, God of fire... What is their relationship with those old masters? " McGonagall's mind suddenly popped up a question, although he always thought that it was just a fixed spell of the magician, but the answer he got from the secret library last night overturned many of his cognition.

If the old ruler really exists, then the existence of God is also acceptable.

"It's a headache. I hope it's just a legend." McGonagall shook his head. He was also resistant to the unknown.

"Is the old dominator a new species? How is the meat? What's the fat content? Are there conditions to develop new dishes? Can large scale cultivation be carried out? The research of new recipes needs to be put on the agenda, slicing for sashimi? Charcoal barbecue? Wrap in breadcrumbs and deep fry until golden on both sides? Stir fry?... "

When McGonagall was having a headache for the possible old dominator, he didn't notice the strange words in the waterfall data stream in his mind.

The light in Jane's hand suddenly went out. She sighed with frustration. As soon as she looked up, she saw MEG standing at the door. Her face turned red and she stammered: "old... Boss."

Hearing the voice, MEG regained his mind and said with a smile, "Oh, Jane is very diligent. She got up so early to practice."

"I'm too stupid to learn well, so I can only get up earlier." Jane is a little embarrassed and lowers her head. Compared with the landlady, she is too stupid. Up to now, she can only light up a little holy light. She can't even light up the room.

"No, you're great already." MEG smiles and shakes his head. On the way yesterday, Elena praised Jane's talent. "You keep practicing. I'll give you breakfast yesterday."

"Well." Jane nodded and watched MEG enter the kitchen before continuing to light the light.

After breakfast, McGonagall went upstairs to read some novels. He chose the collection of short stories by H.P. Lovecraft. After all, he is the builder of the myth system of Crusoe. His book should be of great reference value.

At eight o'clock, McGonagall went downstairs as usual to collect crayfish. Kittal was still at the front of the line, carrying a net pocket with more than a dozen crayfish inside.

"Boss, I caught 13 crayfish today. Can I practice with them?" When kittal saw MEG, he raised the crayfish in his hand with some excitement.

"Absolutely." McGonagall nodded, the students bring their own ingredients, that is naturally the best.

"All right." Kittal put the crayfish aside, and then took the initiative to help McGonagall put the crayfish into the pool, which helped McGonagall a lot.

Ivan, who caught four crayfish, quickly joined the team.

After the acquisition of crayfish, ten apprentices were present, and more or less with crayfish, which made McGonagall, who had planned to continue to read the meeting book, have some helpless choice to stay and start to teach everyone practical operation.

Cooking crayfish, the heat is crucial.

So this morning MEG is going to teach you how to control the fire.