Isidor skipped the shelves of popular literature and headed straight for the collection room at the deepest part of the library.
"Sir, you can't go in. Someone has reserved the entire place." The girl who was in charge of the collection room stopped him and said.
"Please go and inform them. I know the people inside," said Isidor.
"That won't work either. The guest who booked the entire place said that no one is allowed in except for an extremely obscene, cruel, evil pervert." The administrator girl shook her head.
"Ah? Is it necessary to add so many adjectives?" Isidor was immediately furious when he heard it. He reached out and grabbed the girl, ready to let her see what real beastly behavior was.
However, at this moment, the door of the collection room opened from the inside.
"Okay, stop making trouble. Esna is resting in there, just go find her." said the hooded Iovia.
"Tsk, if you had come out an hour later, I would have finished my work." Isidor left the frightened girl and walked straight into the collection room.
Among the scattered books, Aisina was sitting cross-legged in a magic circle. In front of her was a crystal ball that was bigger than a human head. There was a constant flash of light inside the ball, as if it was gathering magic power.
"Esina, didn't I tell you to take a break? Why are you casting spells again?" Iowa frowned and took out a piece of black cloth to cover the crystal ball.
"Sorry, sorry, I want to get the information earlier." Aisina smiled playfully and took the towel to wipe the sweat from her forehead.
"You are so stubborn even though you have exhausted all your magic power." Iovia said, taking out a bottle of magic potion and handing it to Esna.
"So, what does the little goblin want from me?" Esina asked while drinking the magic potion.
"I want to show you this." Isidor said, taking out a twenty-sided die and saying to Esna.
"Please help me get it. I can't step out of the magic circle now, otherwise the divination magic will be ineffective." said Esina.
Isidore suddenly realized. No wonder Iovia always stayed by her side. If she couldn't leave the magic circle, she would need someone to take care of her even in her daily life.
"This seems to be a creature called 'Dice Lady', which can only be opened after solving a puzzle. She once took the initiative to reveal her flaw, and I caught her once, but she accidentally retracted it again." Isidor said, walking forward and handing the Dice Lady to Esna.
"Dice girl? Is this really a living thing? Not an automatic puppet like a golem?" Esina said in surprise.
"Probably not. Her skin is soft, she can have normal conversations, and she has a strong sense of individuality. She doesn't look like an artificial thing," Isidor replied.
"It's incredible! This looks like an exquisite work of art, but it's a pity that I don't have much time to study it now." Esna said regretfully.
"Actually, I already know how to open it, but I don't know how to implement it." Isidor said, telling Esna the cracking method he identified.
"Continuously throw the dice to get the corresponding points? It's obviously impossible to do it by randomness. So we must find a way to cheat. The problem lies in the definition of 'throwing'. Assuming that one throw is counted as the dice spinning a certain number of times in the air before landing, then we only need to control the force to get the corresponding points." Aisina said, weighing the dice in her hand repeatedly.
"Is that possible? This is a twenty-sided die," said Isidor.
"This is actually a cheating technique. By mastering the center of gravity of the dice and controlling the initial number and the angle of rotation, you can get the number you want." Aisina said, and after throwing the dice several times, she was able to get any number she wanted soon.
"It's amazing! If I could take you to Gate O, you would become rich overnight!" Isidor exclaimed.
"Isidor, I need to focus on controlling my strength. You report the number you want to roll." Esna said while holding the dice.
“好！”伊西多把2、3、5、7、11、13、17、19这串数字写在纸上依次报给爱丝娜，经过几次尝试以后，终于成功掷出了这组数字。
A faint light flashed across the surface of the twenty-sided dice. The dice was lifted into the air by an invisible force and then slowly unfolded into a slender girl.
"Woo woo... Dice girl miscalculated again. Although I avoided the automatic feeding device, I didn't expect to be brought to Esuna..." The girl shrank her body and said in fear.
"Oh? From the tone of your voice, could it be that you know me?" asked Esina.
"I don't know, but you will break the Dice Girl and take it apart inside and out to study it." The Dice Girl said tremblingly.
"No, no, I'm not that crazy... So, Mr. Goblin, is the purpose of you bringing this to me just to open her up?" asked Esina.
"This guy claims to know everything. I wanted to ask her for methods to improve her mental strength. But she couldn't tell me, so I wondered if I could ask you for help." Isidor replied.
"Dice Lady, I have solved your puzzle. According to the rules, can I become your master?" asked Esina.
“Woo woo woo, you’re right, but Dice Lady doesn’t want such a terrible master.” Dice Lady nodded reluctantly.
"I don't need your long-term service, but since I have become your master through legal means, can you now tell me how to improve Isidor's mental power?" asked Esina.
"It's not a question of method... It's not that Dice Lady doesn't want to say it, but even if she says it, she can't convey the correct message." Dice Lady replied.
"That kind of talk again!" Isidor said, slapping his forehead.
"This means that the method exists, right?" asked Esna.
"Yes! The method does exist." Dice Lady replied.
"Is this method related to the collapse of the soul?" Esina asked again.
"This is also something that cannot be accurately conveyed." Dice Lady replied.
"That's enough - Isidor, the method that Dice Lady mentioned to improve mental strength is to solve the soul collapse itself. But she seems to have been restricted by some force, which makes it impossible for her to pass on the relevant information to us. Obviously someone is trying to keep these secrets." Esna sighed and turned to Isidor.
"In this case, I won't be able to improve my mental power? The new skills I learned consume too much mental power. 50 points are gone in one use." Isidor said a little frustrated.
"Just to cope with consumption? If so, maybe I have a way..." Esna said, and asked Iovia to bring paper. She wrote and drew on it, as if she was calculating something.
Chapter 64 has been stamped, is there any way to remove it? Urgent, waiting online!
As night fell, Esna handed Isidor a rubber stamp she had engraved herself: "This is my solution."
Isidor took the seal, which had his name engraved in negative script on it, as well as some incantations and patterns of unknown meaning. It looked somewhat similar to the magic circle that Iovia had drawn on the top of the mountain that day.
"How do you use this thing?" asked Isidor.
"This is a magic seal, which is based on the spirit-sharing technique of the dark elves. It is equivalent to a simplified one-way contract. When you stamp the seal on the other person, the other person's mental power will be automatically replenished to you." said Esina.
"I see! If I can replenish my mental strength, the consumption will become acceptable." Isidor said happily.
"It's not over yet! This thing is not omnipotent. First of all, it will become ineffective if the distance between the two parties exceeds ten meters; secondly, the other party must obey you mentally; finally, the contract is one-on-one, and it will only take effect on the target who is stamped at the end." Aisina said.
"Ah? Isn't this restriction too big? It can't be used in actual combat under such restrictions." Isidor said disappointedly.
"Who said that? Isn't there a perfect candidate right in front of us?" Aisina smiled at the little dice girl beside her.
Isidor suddenly realized that the dice girl could be shrunk into dice, which was convenient to carry around. And since Esina had already solved the puzzle, it was not difficult to make her obey mentally.
"Dice Lady, I order you to treat Isidor as your master from now on, provide him with your mental power, and obey all his orders. Do you understand?" Esina turned and said to Dice Lady.
"Yes, master...it's really scary...there is not a single normal person in the family..." Dice Lady muttered softly.
"What are you talking about?" Isidor grabbed the dice girl and stamped the negative seal on her white and tender eggs with a "snap".
Looking at the seal with his name on the little dice girl's snow-white skin, Isidor couldn't help but think of the joke about a woman who had someone stamp her vagina with a pork quarantine stamp after a tryst.
After the seal was stamped, Isidor felt that a wonderful connection had been established between him and the Dice Girl, as if some power connected the two people's spirits together.
"Wow, wow, wow, Dice Lady has been branded with the mark of evil. She will become the goblins' exclusive slave from now on." Dice Lady cried.
"Don't cry, you can be my power bank, drink magic potions, and come out to play occasionally. It's more fun than staying in the dice all year round." Isidor said.
"Then you won't lock me in the automatic feeding device again, right? Dice Lady doesn't want to be filled with terrible things anymore." Dice Lady said with tears in her eyes.
"Hmm?" Esina looked at Isidor suspiciously.
"Ah, please don't get me wrong, she just refused to eat properly, and I was afraid she would starve to death so I forced the food into her." Isidor said, and quickly folded the dice into the shape of a dice and stuffed it into his pocket to prevent her from continuing.
"Don't hide it. I can't help but look at such a cute little dice girl a few more times, not to mention you, a lustful goblin. It's okay to vent your instincts occasionally, just don't delay your business." Esna smiled with an "I understand" expression.
Isidor was about to explain, but suddenly remembered that there was something fishy going on between him and Little Dice Girl, so he said nothing more. After thanking Esina, he left the library.
While waiting for the weapon to be made, Isidor practiced swordplay every day in a place far away from the town, and familiarized himself with his new skills.
A month passed quickly, and Isidor was preparing to visit the leader of the Pure Love Adventure Group who was said to have recovered, but he didn't expect that the other party came to him first to say goodbye.
"Lord Isidor, I'm here to say goodbye to you. I'm going back to my hometown to get married, and my career as a bull hunter will come to an end." The captain invited Isidor to sit down in the tavern, ordered two beers, and said in a flat tone.
"Oh? Why are you giving up suddenly? Don't you always hate the Minotaur?" Isidor asked curiously.
"Remember the member of the adventure team who turned into a giant minotaur? When I was sorting out the relics, I found his diary. It turns out that it was not the minotaur who turned into his appearance to go undercover, but he fell into the darkness and turned himself into a minotaur." The leader said with a sad look.
"Is this really possible? Even the race has changed?" Isidor said in surprise.
"It's a long story: Actually, he is from the same hometown as me, and he and my fiancée know each other. I originally thought they were just ordinary friends, but after reading the diary, I found out that he had always had a crush on my fiancée, but before he expressed his love, my fiancée confessed to me first. From that day on, he has been forcing himself to smile. He saw the laughter and joy between my fiancée and me every day, and it was like a knife stabbing his heart. He didn't express anything, but his hatred for me had already begun to sprout at that time." The captain said, showing the original text of the diary to Isidor.
"Ah? This guy is too twisted, isn't he? Although it is indeed a bit pitiful for the person you like to confess to someone else, after all, he is just unrequited love and the other party doesn't even know about it. This has nothing to do with cattle. If you have to say, the difference between super NTRism, which is a generalized concept, and orthodox NTR is like the relationship between seahorses and horses, only the names sound the same!" Isidor couldn't help but complain.
"The strange thing is that he didn't avoid it. He even approached us intentionally, adding salt to the open wound again and again. The contents of the diary became stranger and stranger as time went on. He seemed to be obsessed with this kind of pain, intoxicated in the delusion of being persecuted. The contents of the diary also began to be a mixture of truth and falsehood. Some of the contents were real events, and some were simply his own fantasies." The team leader sighed.
"I seem to have heard of similar cases with this kind of mentality, but I can't remember it at the moment." Isidor nodded.
"It would have been fine if it was just a fantasy, but later on, in order to stand out, I formed a team with a few fellow villagers to become adventurers. Just as the team's reputation was gradually gaining popularity, we suffered a tragic defeat, and most of the members were killed by the minotaurs."
"Then, we two survivors joined the Pure Love Warrior Adventure Group and frantically sought revenge on the Minotaur. In the process, he gradually mastered some kind of dark ritual, transformed his twisted emotions into powerful strength, and turned into a giant Minotaur. During this period, his diary was filled with half-understood words like 'Bull hunters will eventually become bulls'. Then, it's what you know. After learning this, I felt very guilty. If I had noticed his abnormality earlier, perhaps all this could have been saved. But it's too late to say anything now." The leader said sadly.
"No, I think you've done well enough. People's hearts are naturally closed. Even they themselves may not truly understand themselves, let alone others?" Isidor comforted.
"That's right, let's just pretend that this never happened!" said the captain, borrowing charcoal from the stove and burning the diaries one by one.
Chapter 65: The next target! The city where the succubus lives!
After bidding farewell to the captain, Isidor came to Manglan's blacksmith shop.
Today is the day when the sword is completed. After the quenching is completed, I can get this top-grade weapon made of blue gold.
The blacksmith, old Manglan, with his upper body naked and his hair wrapped in a wet towel, took the red-hot sword out of the furnace with a huge pair of tongs and carefully placed it into the quenching oil.
Although the main raw material is the fat of the giant minotaur, some other liquids must have been added for mixing, so that the whole barrel of oil does not look viscous and does not feel like animal oil at all.
The moment the grease touched the blade, flames shot up into the sky. Manglan continued to let the blade sink deeper into the oil without caring.
The quenching oil soon boiled, and the boiling oil splashed out. The old blacksmith was sweating profusely, and the assistant beside him kept using wet towels to help him cool down.
Isidor felt a little worried, but seeing the old blacksmith's determined eyes, he didn't want to disturb him at this time.
As time went by, the grease in the barrel began to become viscous. The old blacksmith immediately picked up the sword and moved it to another barrel. He changed three barrels before he finally completed the quenching.
"The sword is now finished. My month's hard work paid off. You can try it!" The old blacksmith stuck the pitch-black sword into the ground and said proudly to Isidor.
"Thank you for your hard work, old man. Go and have a rest!" Isido happily drew up the greatsword, but felt it was heavy in his hand. Even with his evolved strength, it was not easy to wield it.
However, the performance of this greatsword is unquestionable. Isidor tried to chop the anvil used for forging the sword, and he was able to cut through several inches of wrought iron with one sword, and the edge did not curl at all.
If used in battle, even a magical beast known for its defensive power like the scaly bear could probably be cut in half with one blow, right?
And judging by the thickness of the sword spine, it can obviously be used as a shield, which can be said to be both offensive and defensive. If someone else used it, they might get tired very quickly. But my current endurance value is as high as thousands of points, plus the increase of endurance skills, I hardly feel tired, which can be said to be suitable to be the owner of this sword.
Unfortunately, there is no enemy nearby that can test the actual combat effect. After the second evolution, Isidor's attributes have grown to a very amazing level, and the monsters nearby are not able to make him do anything serious. The strongest adventurer in Lodria Town is only A-level. Although he can barely be regarded as an opponent, it is just an ordinary sparring and the actual combat effect cannot be seen at all.
If you want to find monsters of the level of the giant minotaur, you have to go deep into the Death Mountains, which is too troublesome.
"The sword is good! But if there is no scabbard to store it, won't the blade be easily damaged?" After expressing his regret, Isidor suddenly asked.
"Don't worry, the material of Cang Jin is not so easy to wear out, and the edge of this sword is not sharp. It mainly relies on the power of swinging the sword to kill the enemy. If you are worried about damage, you can wrap it with cloth strips for protection." Manglan said.
"That's true. This sword is already big enough. If I make a scabbard for it, it will be inconvenient to carry." Isidor nodded and took out the money he had earned from the recent bounty mission to reward Manglan.
"No, no, I haven't used up the money you gave me last time. And you entrusting me to make this sword has fulfilled my long-cherished wish. After all your efforts, I, an old man, have made a name for myself. Do you still have to worry about having no food to eat in the future?" Manglan insisted on refusing.
Seeing that he was so determined, Isidor stopped forcing him and left the blacksmith shop with his sword on his back, ready to find Esna to discuss the next course of action.
When Isido was crossing an empty street, he suddenly felt a chilling murderous intent coming from behind him. He almost subconsciously dodged the attack by turning sideways, then hurriedly took out his greatsword and turned around to stab.
However, this lightning-fast sword strike missed. Looking back, he saw Iowa standing in front of him.
"That's a good reaction, an improvement over before!" Iowa said with a smile.
"It turns out to be you. I was scared to death. You said I had made progress, but I still can't even touch your hair." Isidor breathed a sigh of relief, retracted his sword and said.
"I make a living by my speed. How can I survive if you easily surpass me? And your reaction speed just now, to be honest, gave me a cold sweat." Iovia said.
"Don't flatter me. Why do you come to me again if you don't protect Esna well?" Isidor asked.
"that is because..."
"That's because I don't need protection anymore."
Iowa was interrupted by a gentle voice before she finished speaking.
"Esina? Is your magic finished?" Isidor looked in the direction of the voice and saw Esina walking towards him.
"Yes, the divination magic has shown me the direction - in the city of Stern Crow further north, there is a living demon hidden. According to the guidance of the magic, she is likely to understand some ancient demon language. In other words, she may be able to directly read the words on the Babylonian Cup." said Esna.
"But, I remember you said that the demons were killed a thousand years ago." Isidor asked curiously.
"That's true, but the demons were a huge race that once ruled the entire world, so it's possible that a few of their descendants managed to escape. Moreover, divination magic shows that the sub-order of that demon is 'succubus', which is the most skilled in disguise among the demons. Once they blend in with humans, it is difficult to identify them." Eisna explained.
"I'm super? Succubus? What are you waiting for? Let's go straight to Ravenstern!" Isidor said excitedly.
"Eh? Why are you so excited? Do you also have an irreconcilable feud with the demons?" Esina asked curiously.
"No grudge, but that's a succubus! A succubus! The succubus that is distributed every day in the village but no one has ever received one!" Isidor clenched his hands, as if he had already grasped the succubus's wings and was fiercely exporting the goblin's evil genes to her.
