As a villain, I really can't become stronger anymore

Chapter 233 The inheritance of the tombkeeper (4)

Comparing the gentle and scholarly priest in front of him with the man before, the tombkeeper couldn't help but sigh. The two were not on the same level at all.

It's not like the gravekeeper hasn't thought about the possibility of disguise.

However, even disguise can often only change the appearance.

Things like height are extremely difficult to change.

There is also the aura emitted by oneself, which is absolutely unchangeable. What's more, the tombkeeper had already scanned the priest with his spiritual sense as soon as he saw it. He didn't notice it at all on this young man. No trace of appearance.

all natural.

Just as the tombkeeper was examining the young priest, the young man seemed to have noticed the tombkeeper's movements. He raised his head and glanced briefly, his expression quickly became serious, and he quietly placed a hand on his waist. .

Although he has not yet stood up, his upper body is already slightly lowered, and he is obviously ready to fight.

This kid is quite cautious.

Nowadays, the temple is in chaos at dusk, and it is normal for such a reaction to occur.

The priest was eating, and the tempting aroma came from the barbecue in front of the priest. With his strength reaching the level of a tombkeeper, food was no longer necessary.

However, I had never tasted meat in eight thousand years, and for a moment, I felt greedy.

Completely ignoring the young man's actions, he walked up to him carelessly. The man and woman before had just acted because they rejected him and made him feel humiliated. He was not the kind of butcher who would kill everyone on sight. He didn't intend to kill the young man directly, but if the young man himself didn't know what to do, don't blame him.

His careless behavior seemed to make the young man even more frightened.

A layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he quietly took a step back. The tombkeeper could even see his neck squirming, as if he had swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

The tombkeeper was not surprised at all by this young man's reaction. With this boy's strength, he might not be able to tell what level he was at, but at least he could tell that he was definitely not someone he could mess with.

In addition, the Twilight Temple has almost been reduced to a mass grave. It is normal for this boy to regard himself as a shameless person who wants to kill people and seize treasures.

"Boy, can I have some of your barbecue? Old man, I happen to be hungry too." The tombkeeper said to the young cleric in front of him.

It seems that he is seeking what this young man means.

But he had no intention of waiting for the young man's response. He stretched out his dirty right hand, grabbed a piece of meat that was grilled to perfection, stuffed it into his mouth and started chewing it.

This barbecue is piping hot in the mouth, tender and juicy. Although the taste is a little stronger, it still has a different taste for the tombkeeper, an old man who has not eaten meat for eight thousand years.

The young man was stunned, watching the tombkeeper gobble up his food, his mouth opened, but in the end, no words came out.

The young man's reaction was completely seen by the tombkeeper, and he sneered in his heart. He was just eating a little barbecue from you. Fortunately, you didn't refuse or stop him. Otherwise, he would have put his body on the fire and roasted it.

One bite after another... He looked like a refugee fleeing from famine.

It didn't take long for a roasted leg of lamb to be completely stuffed into the tombkeeper's stomach. Even a bottle of good wine standing next to it was poured into his stomach by the old man.

He wasn't worried about this kid poisoning him at all.

After all, this kid was planning to bake it for himself to eat, so there was no reason to poison himself.

What's more, what is his strength?

If there was anything unusual about this barbecue, he would be able to detect it quickly.

There's no way, I'm just so confident.

After eating and drinking enough, the old man casually raised his sleeves and wiped the dirty corners of his mouth: "Have you been staying here?"

Gudong!

The young man swallowed again.

"Yes."

The tombkeeper nodded with satisfaction: "Have you ever seen anyone walking past this way?"

"There is one."

The gravekeeper's wrinkled face raised a brow slightly: "One? Did you read that right? What does that person look like?"

The young cleric thought for a moment and then spoke slowly: "Sorry, that man seemed to be in a hurry. He ran very fast. I couldn't see clearly what he looked like. I could only see a rough outline. He was tall. , tall and majestic, with dark complexion.”

The tombkeeper thought about it in his mind. He was tall, muscular, and dark-skinned. Isn't that the same man from before?

That boy was also alert, and actually knew how to separate from the woman next to him.

Huh, stupid, do you think you can't find them if you separate like this?

"Then do you know where he went?" the tombkeeper asked again. "Over there..." The young cleric pointed to the side and spoke quickly, as if he was a dead Taoist friend but not a poor Taoist.

Glancing in the direction of the young man's finger, that place seemed to be the palace of the Twilight Dynasty... The wrinkled old face of the tombkeeper gradually revealed a smile that made people feel numb.

The palace is the residence of the Twilight King.

The resentment of the last Twilight King is still entrenched in the palace even though eight thousand years have passed.

Could that kid want to use the resentment of the last Twilight King to deal with him?

Although he was tall and thick, he was really a cunning guy... The gravekeeper believed more and more in this young priest whom he met for the first time.

Without saying much, he decided to let the boy off for the time being because he was so knowledgeable. But just after he took a few steps out, the tombkeeper suddenly stopped and looked at the young man again. .

The young man's body suddenly tensed up.

This kind of performance made the tombkeeper sigh inwardly.

That's all, that's all, although this kid's strength is not very good, and his courage is pitiful, but he doesn't look annoying at all.

This boy may not be able to inherit the inheritance of the Guardian of Destiny.

He doesn't have the ability or the character.

And if I can't find someone to pass on my experience of studying magic in the imperial mausoleum for eight thousand years, I will feel regretful after all, even if my life span ends and my body dies and my soul disappears.

It was fate to meet this boy.

Perhaps, this is fate?

The gravekeeper smiled slightly, reached out and took out a dirty, tattered-looking notebook. He tossed it to the young man and said, "Boy, I have been studying magic for tens of thousands of years."

"There are eighty magic notes left in a lifetime, if not a hundred."

"However, this one alone is a collection of the essence of all magic notebooks. It contains all my experiences in practicing magic, as well as my own original magic, which even contains forbidden spells."

"Today I saw you were destined, so I gave it to you."

"You have to study hard and don't neglect it. I think your qualifications are limited and it will be difficult for you to achieve any great achievements in this life. However, this magic notebook will allow you to break through to the legendary level without any problem."

"In the future, if you have the opportunity, you can find a person with excellent talent for me to pass on my unique magic, and the fate between you and me today will be in vain."

This young man seemed to be frightened. He didn't seem to expect that a bottle of wine and a few slices of barbecue could be exchanged for such a gain.

For a moment, I didn't know how to react.

The tombkeeper didn't say much. After throwing the magic note to the young man, he left in a daze. His appearance, temperament, and tattered coarse clothes gave him a perfect interpretation of the demeanor of an expert. The ultimate limit.

He also wants to kill the fox girl and that man.

The superior will return to the superior.

However, he did not intend to let go of anyone who dared to reject his kindness.

What's more, the man punched him, and his eye sockets are still blue. It's really hard to relieve the hatred in his heart without killing him.

As for the young man, it was only after the tombkeeper left that he raised his head and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

This kind of fear is not fake.

The aura of the tombkeeper was so fucking terrifying, especially at close range. During the entire process, he even felt that his breathing had completely stopped.

"It's so fucking scary..."

The young man muttered, then looked at the magic notebook in his arms, the expression on his face became increasingly weird.

He never expected that the tomb keeper would be willing to hand over to him the magic notes he compiled by integrating the essence of his 10,000 years of hard training.

There is even a forbidden spell he created in it?

Darling, this tombkeeper can actually create his own magic and forbidden spells?

So how terrifying was his strength in his heyday?

If he hadn't been imprisoned in the imperial mausoleum for eight thousand years, his strength was exhausted, and his mind was even a little unclear, and he was afraid that he would kill him the first time he met him, how could he have given this precious magic note to him? ?

"He's quite a weird person..."

The young man muttered softly: "I can't bear to poison him!"

He couldn't help but wanted to worship this tombkeeper as his adoptive father.

　Chapter 4 is presented.

　　

　

(End of this chapter)