Chapter 1485: Birds and Return (30)

After Bruce moved all the books in the library of Beelzebub's palace back to the Forgotten Bookstore, Constantine was buried in the pile of books.

But Bruce still tried to dig him out, and pressed his shoulder and said: "Come on, John, we have to sort them all out and put them in different categories. This is our school's precious knowledge storage."

"Forgive me!" Constantine wailed: "No good will come of messing with you master and apprentice! There are tens of thousands of books here! Most of them are not in human language at all!"

"It doesn't matter, I can decipher these languages ​​first. Madam Xanadu said she would help me. She has lived for so many years, she can't be unfamiliar with some words in the mystical world, right?"

"Did you meet Nimue?" Constantine said while lying in the middle of the pile of books: "I advise you to stay away from that woman. It was she who killed Merlin back then, and has been entangled with the Phantom Stranger for many years..."

"I just need her knowledge reserves." Bruce said, while taking out a notebook and began to write and draw on it, and said: "Let's start with the pile over there. When I was in hell, I learned the common language there and the languages ​​of more than a dozen other races. The language systems there have something in common, I think it won't be long before the books written in demon language can be sorted. "

Constantine laughed dryly and said, "Then you decipher it first, I'll go first..."

"You can't go anywhere, and you, Tim, come here, I'll teach you the common language of hell first, and then you go to sort the pile of books, Jason, don't stand there, you sort the pile on Tim's right."

Red Robin, who was standing at the door, widened his eyes, he looked at Bruce and said, "Don't tell me, we have to sort so many books in one night? ? "

"Of course not. "

Bruce Ruth's answer made Red Robin feel relieved, and then he heard Bruce say: "It's not just one night, we can sort them all out in about a week, and then start studying step by step."

Red Hood screamed, and he looked at Schiller who was sitting at the table in front of the bookshelf drinking red wine with a look of help, but Schiller smiled and said: "You guys sort them out first, I'll go and determine the topics we're going to start in the early stage, and we'll see you in a week."

In the next week, screams in the Forgotten Bookstore came one after another.

Soon, Batman's claws reached the distant magical world of Maia, and Mrs. Xanadu sat in her cabin in the forest for a whole week because Bruce called her hundreds of times a day.

When she said she wanted to help Bruce, it was not just politeness. In her opinion, Bruce had the powerful power to summon Beelzebub directly, so using her knowledge to help him was the most labor-saving way to maintain interpersonal relationships.

After all, how much patience can a magic apprentice who has not yet graduated from his teacher have to study such obscure books?

Perhaps, when he really contracts a demon king, he will start to enjoy the life of a magician who squanders his power. Lady Shangdu has seen too many young magicians like this.

At first, they all said that they admired knowledge, but in the end, they admired the powerful power that knowledge can bring. If they can directly gain power without knowledge, who would not do it?

The answer is Batman.

Batman has been pursuing the truth behind power all his life. His creed is that if he doesn't know the truth, he will never use this power. It can be said to be a late manifestation of paranoia.

The Batman of this universe is not so paranoid, but his curiosity has not diminished at all. He studies the knowledge of the magic world just for knowledge, and doesn't care whether the ancient and obscure knowledge can bring him more powerful power.

So, Lady Shangdu suffered. Her words have been thrown to the ground. As a well-known figure in the magic world, if she breaks her promise to a magic apprentice, how can she survive in the future?

Therefore, she could only stay at her own home, trying to dig out the clues Bruce might need from the knowledge she had accumulated over the years, and help him decipher the ancient languages ​​that demons and angels thought were too difficult to use.

At the beginning, Mrs. Xanadu's knowledge was still enough, but as Bruce's research became more and more in-depth, the knowledge reserves of the forest fairy from her longevity were not enough.

Mrs. Xanadu herself was not a fairy who loved learning very much. Most of her knowledge came from her experience of traveling around the world. She was okay with answering some questions related to the human world and Maya, but once it came to more secret knowledge, she was also a headache.

So, she could only ask for help from her sister, Vivian, the fairy of the lake. Vivian was actually the kind of fairy imagined by humans, kind by nature, knowledgeable, and mastered many ancient secrets that humans could not understand.

After hearing that a human had actually studied to this extent, Vivian also expressed great interest, and the result was that she also sat in her own lake for a whole week.

Bruce's questions to them were not random and unintentional. Each of his questions had a source and logic. In simple terms, if you couldn't answer them, you would feel that you were stupid, not that the other party was making things difficult for you.

Although Vivian knew a lot of ancient secrets, she was only well-informed and not good at logical reasoning. Her creativity was also average. After about a week, she would be speechless when asked by Bruce.

So, Vivian's evaluation of Bruce began to spread widely in Maya. She called him "the most difficult human since King Arthur".

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Lady Shangdu was also aroused. She really didn't believe that a small human could stump the fairy clan inherited from generation to generation in Maya?

When she and Bruce got into a fight, she began to look for someone in Maya who could answer Bruce's questions.

There are many ancient races living in the magical world of Maya. Even the rulers of many races came from ancient times and had a chance encounter with the compilers of the classics that Bruce studied.

But these naturally formed elves from the magical world can't understand why humans have come up with so many strange theories. They have hardly learned this in their lives because their power is innate.

So, they can only tell Bruce the historical secrets they know, and can't provide any help for his research.

But Bruce was very persistent and had to ask every piece of information from every race. For a while, the name of Batman could stop a baby from crying at night in Maya.

Not all the ancients of all races were so kind and willing to solve his problem, but since they had witnessed how those who did not cooperate were dragged for interviews, they felt that answering hundreds of calls a day was not a problem.

Back to the inside of the Forgotten Bookstore, if the situation in the past few days was summarized in one sentence, it would probably be "Constantine is in bad luck."

Needless to say, Bruce, in addition to solving the most basic physiological needs, he devoted himself to books. In just half a month, he not only finished reading half of the books, but also memorized them all.

Schiller did not even need to solve his physiological needs. He did not eat, drink or sleep, and went through all the contents of the thousands of books, and then began to screen topics non-stop.

Tim's talent is closest to Batman's. Whether it is runes, secret codes or symbols, he can crack them very quickly. He has cracked more than 20 languages ​​in two weeks.

Even Jason Red Hood can sit there and read books all day long, and even finds it very interesting. He has almost mastered all the sources of power and folk stories introduced in these books, and knows the life and background of each great wizard.

Then, there is only one person who is out of tune with the strong learning atmosphere in the room.

Constantine asked Red Hood a question in great confusion: "How did you read all this?"

And Red Hood also asked him in confusion: "Don't you know how to read? How can you not read if you know how to read?"

Constantine was speechless.

Since being forced to go ashore by Schiller and being supervised by his brother to quit smoking and drinking, Constantine has been pressed on the head by Batman and experienced a round of knowledge baptism.

Originally, he was only a top student in the magic world, but that was just a tall man among short people. Most of the knowledge he mastered in the mystical world came from practice.

But now, even if we only talk about theory, Constantine can be called a master. After all, he has been with the Bat Family for two weeks. The monkey should be able to write Shakespeare.

In the end, the magic world Maia could no longer solve Bruce's ridiculously difficult problem. Constantine had to mobilize his own connections and find all kinds of magicians with strange knowledge to solve Bruce's strong desire for knowledge.

And the facts have proved that there are only a few people in this world who can answer Batman's questions. Most people can't keep up with Bruce's thinking when discussing with him. Although a small number of people can keep up with his thinking, they are not creative enough and can't make any constructive suggestions.

There are also a very small number of people who did help Bruce in their professional fields, but Bruce would soon leave this field to study other related or completely unrelated fields. No one is an omnipotent master, and naturally he can no longer provide help if he leaves his professional field.

In the end, even Constantine's strange connections throughout the mystical world were exhausted, but Bruce was still not satisfied with his research progress.

Finally, one day, Beelzebub was awakened by a strange sound while sleeping in his palace. He listened carefully and it seemed to be a prayer from the human world.

"The great god of the spread of plague, the infinitely powerful ghost king Christ Beelzebub, I beg you to answer the doubts of your loyal believers-"

"If I want to add a prophecy of futurus to the rune named fortuna, so that the prophecy result directly acts on nov-fortuna-futurus, and exclude the possible influence of -actus on the prophecy result Certus category when using the rune object, then how to avoid the error of Tempus ruina caused by point offset when the prophecy occurs?"

"...Ah?"