book of old days

Chapter 192

Sean pushed open the door of the tavern. The old wooden door made a harsh friction sound. He glanced at the inside of the tavern. Especially serious.

In broad daylight, you also need to light candles to see the surrounding environment clearly, but this also provides a hidden environment for criminal conspiracy, gang negotiations, and smuggling joints.

He walked through the drinking tables full of drunkards and gangsters, and sat down at a table in the back of the tavern. Ulysses was crossing his arms and thinking about something, with a plate of meatloaf in front of him, A bottle of wine, and two glasses.

Sean sat down and looked at Ulysses leisurely. Since the other party invited him here, he probably has something to say to him.

He wasn't quite sure why Ulysses was in the alley, maybe it was just a coincidence?No, there are not so many coincidences in the world, maybe he is with the masked man outside?But isn't this guy a person who pursues mysterious power?But listening to the tone of the masked man, it was the tone of a revolutionary who wanted to save the world.

It's really hard to connect the two.

He was not in a hurry, anyway, it had nothing to do with him, and he looked at the other party with trouble.

Ulysses' erratic eyes finally returned to the real world from thinking, looked at Sean, smiled, and finally spoke, but what he said was beyond Sean's expectation.

"Try the meat pie, this pub has the worst wine in Sword Castle - I doubt it's made from grapes, but their meat pie is also the best in Sword Castle, 1 I've never been I don’t dare to guess what kind of meat it is, but as long as you taste it once, you won’t think about those details.”

As he said, he pushed the meatloaf in front of Sean. The meatloaf should have just been taken out of the oven. The golden skin was shiny with oil, and the skin was thin and crisp. The meatloaf was cut horizontally and vertically. With one cut, the minced meat leaked out from the texture of the knife edge, exuding a tempting aroma, and the brown meat juice slowly flowed out from the gap, rolling with oil droplets.

The scent was unexpectedly alluring, but Sean still didn't move. He was used to the need to be on guard before eating any food.

Ulysses seemed disappointed by his reaction, but didn't take it too seriously.

"We met Professor Xiao En again, and I have to say, it seems that fate will always push you and me together."

Sean shrugged, "It's just a coincidence. We all live in Sword Castle, so it's reasonable to meet once in a while."

"No, it's not just a coincidence, it's the power of fate, listen to my explanation before you resist this idea, do you still remember the first time we met, in the great library of Sword Castle...

In fact, I just finished a prophecy that morning, predicting my own fate, the fate of this city, and even the fate of the world. The prophecy told me that I will meet my life in my favorite place Best friends and companions, we will accomplish a great mission - to bring a new order to this world, I know this sounds a bit too nonsense, even like the gibberish of a madman.

But I did wait for you. "

Sean was a little stunned. Although he was prepared to be fooled, he still didn't expect Ulysses to say such exaggerated remarks, just as he himself said—like the nonsense of a lunatic language.

"Let's not talk about how your prophecy came about, how do you know that the person waiting in the prophecy is me, I remember there were other people in the library that day."

"Hehe, of course I am not that arbitrary. The ability of prophecy I have is very ancient and mysterious. I found it from an ancient book. It gave me a complete prophecy, 'That person came from a foreign land, and I have the same career, I have the same hobbies'."

"But I'm from Brighton," Shawn interrupted.

"But you just came back from Nord. Although Nord is already part of Brighton, people know in their hearts that these two regions have completely different cultures. They were enemy countries hundreds of years ago, so it's okay to come from a foreign country. Makes sense.

Prophecies, after all, will require a little over-interpretation.

Besides, you and I are both professors. Although we teach different departments, our profession is the same. It is also about bringing knowledge to those who are ignorant. "

"Only the last point I'm not sure about. Do you have the same hobbies as me? Studying mysterious powers and exploring ancient miracles. I tried you once. Do you still remember that although you deny it all the time, my perception tells you Me, what you think in your heart may not be what you have shown. Maybe it is because you are worried about the people around you, or maybe it is because we have not known each other for long that you dare not confide in your heart.

But we're in the tavern now, and no one is listening to us, so can you give me an honest answer?
If you are really not interested in mysterious power, you can tell me clearly, but if you do have the same ambition as me, please don't hide it anymore, because I am going to discuss a very important matter with you. I have to confirm this before doing this. "

Sean looked at Ulysses' honest face, hesitated for a moment, and shook his head: "There are so many people here, it doesn't seem like a place to talk about such things."

"Hehe, do you think so?" The old man smiled, and suddenly clapped his hands three times. The drinkers around him seemed to have received some kind of signal, and they all stood up at once.

Then they walked towards the outside of the tavern without making a sound, and in the blink of an eye, only Sean and Ulysses were left in the tavern that was bustling and even noisy.

Even the bartender was gone.

"So, can we talk now?" Ulysses said with a smile, pouring a glass of wine for each of them.

Sean stared blankly at the empty tavern around him, and suddenly laughed.

But he felt more and more vigilant in his heart, "You really are not an ordinary professor."

"To each other, I do hold some power and power beyond my identity, but I guess you are not as honest as you seem on the surface, right?"

Sean nodded this time: "I am indeed very interested in mysticism, to be precise, I am interested in those powers that transcend the ordinary. The reason why I went to Nord is to find the lost legends there, but unfortunately—— This trip didn’t yield much, although I found some treasures and made a fortune.”

Sean didn't intend to completely conceal his experience. He had already realized that the old man in front of him had a mysterious background, and the real identity behind him was not easy to answer. With so many subordinates, his intelligence ability was definitely not bad.

I sold a lot of gold and jewels in Sword Castle. If the other party really investigated me, it would be meaningless to conceal such a thing. Lying must be [-]% false and [-]% true. To the kind of smart people who are not easy to deceive - such as the one in front of you, then nine points of truth and one point of falsehood are also very necessary.

"Hehe, so you're lucky."

(End of this chapter)