You Call This the Black Man Behind the Scenes? Chapter 71

The daily abandoned library should be empty and silent, like an outdated mythical creature without the slightest bit of anger.

However, now, bursts of sharp shouting continued to come from the central square of the library, echoing around, and there were bursts of echoes.

The voice sometimes screams in anger, sometimes laughs wildly, sometimes screams in horror, sometimes whimpering in frustration...

The mood swings are very violent, like a baby who can't control himself.

But if you take into account that it's gambling money, then this seems all too normal-

Before entering here, the old president had mentioned to Melen that the goblins in the library were imprisoned and could not make any fraudulent actions.

After Merron agreed to the other party's "request", through practical testing, he found that it was indeed the case.

So now it's a weird situation -

If both parties do not cheat and play the game in a regular manner, then who will be the victor?

This of course involves various technical and psychological games, but more importantly, luck.

Mellon never lacks luck.

After using 18 points of green life in a row and adding a three-hour lucky buff to himself, he is invincible in this regard!

Dice, Poker, Number Guessing, Big Wheel…

No matter what the game is, he's not wrong at all!

However, despite great luck, in this "fight", Mellon did not attack his opponent with a crushing advantage.

Instead, there are back-and-forth fights, always maintaining a state of winning some, losing some, and winning some more.

After all, if you really want to win all the time, it can't last, and even a fool can find something wrong.

The ugly goblin in front of him is not a fool, and even some aspects make Merron feel very mysterious

But it is obviously not mysterious enough to see through Merron's "cheating" means.

So it gradually loses its head, loses its red eyes, loses its wisdom, loses its mind...

Correspondingly, the more than 30,000 Contribution Points that Meren had obtained here before are also growing.

50,000, 100,000, 250,000...

Until the win reached 430,000, the ugly goblin sitting opposite it stood up cursingly, claiming to go back to find out the family, and come to Merron to get the big one.

"You won't have lost to a pauper, have you?"

Mellen is skeptical.

"You fart!"

The goblin jumped and scolded.

"Your grandfather can be your grandfather's grandfather at my age! The family is very rich, how can you be underestimated by a fool?"

"You give Grandpa I'll wait!"

After all, it didn't wait for Meren to respond, and turned and left aggressively.

Bad gamblers lose red eyes and always look angry.

Seeing this, Meren pouted in disdain, then turned to look at the crystal ball floating on the well not far away.

He didn't have any expectations for the goblin's words, because the other party had magic pockets on them.

Before, he always felt that he could win and was so mentally retarded that he didn't care about it, he had basically emptied the things in his pockets and exchanged them all into "chips".

The magic pocket was much more advanced than the one used by Mellon. Not only could the opening be pulled and stretched freely, but the interior space seemed to be bottomless.

So, what kind of treasure can it have that it doesn't carry on its body, but puts it somewhere?

80% is just bluffing.

Relatively speaking, Mellon is actually more looking forward to the "money" he earns, and what benefits can be exchanged from it.

So Merron stepped closer to the crystal ball, and without him saying anything, a voice suddenly rang out.

"You have a total of 431,140 contribution points, do you want to exchange knowledge?"

Mellen replied yes.

As a result, a bright spot of light suddenly sprang from the blue crystal ball floating on the well, gathered in front of Merron, flew and weaved, and finally condensed into a floating blue book.

The book looks like a parchment structure, without a cover, and when you open it, the content inside is very intuitive.

[Cleansing spell: basic magic for apprentice wizards, 45 points of contribution are required to exchange]

[Basic cane divination: general divination for wizards, mostly used to identify and guide the direction, the exchange requires 100 points of contribution]

[Herbalology: Standard knowledge of the wizard apprentice level, 95 points of contribution are required to exchange]

"So, this library used to be a place similar to the main god's space?"

This thought flashed through Merlen's mind unconsciously.

There are obviously standards for this kind of exchange, and since there are standards, there must be an organization that formulates standards.

In the history of this world, what organization would set such a standard?

Merron couldn't help thinking that when the teacher mentioned the history of hunters to him before, he had said that hunters hunted monsters and even gods everywhere, and then got contributions from the church.

But right now this place shouldn't be the same thing as the church.

After all, the rules customized by the church will not always be exchanged for "money", right?

There were a lot of doubts in his heart, but it didn't affect Mellon reading the catalogue of books in his hand.

The front of the catalog is filled with some very cheap knowledge, and it is also the apprenticeship that Melen should have needed to exchange.

But at this moment, he has a huge amount of money, and he really does not look down on the benefits of this level.

So after a few glances, he turned the book to the end.

Then, Mellon was pleasantly surprised.

[Hosin Amini: Master assassin, assassinated the Archduke Rose of Norton Kingdom in 1547, and served as the instructor of the northern branch of the Scarlet Cross in the same year. This is his lifelong inheritance of skills, and the exchange requires 429,850 points of contribution]

[Madison Bell: Distinguished Professor of Potions at the Imperial Academy of Wizards, Level 9 wizard, good at concocting cursed potions, this is his lifelong inheritance of skills, and the exchange requires 423,790 points of contribution]

[Abu Huzaili: The shaman, psychic, and dream maker of the Red Mountain Tribe in the Southern California Continent died of exhaustion after dragging the 10,000-strong army of the Northern Empire into a nightmare. This is his life... 】

Meren doesn't understand assassins and shamans, but he still knows a little bit about what a level 9 wizard represents—

A 7th-level wizard can already be called a high-level wizard, and it is impossible for a medium-sized pure-blood family to have several wizards of this level.

And the 9th-level wizard seems to be only one step away from entering the top ranks!

Although the old president has said it before, only simple memories can be obtained here, and it will take time and energy to digest it later, and it is impossible for him to gain real power all at once.

but…

"From now on, I will never live with the poison."

This thought flashed through his mind unconsciously, and Meren quickly began to rummage through the catalog in his hands.

The Assassin Legacy seems to be very good, but he is not sure if his master breathing method is suitable for this profession.

So to be on the safe side, he was going to find a hunter.

In fact, this is what Merron is most concerned about. After all, he had dreamed that he had committed some kind of lewd behavior not long ago.

Consider the risk that lies behind this act - offending the whole Holy Spirit.

Mellen felt that the reason why he did that must be that a crisis more serious than that happened to him, so he would use that method to alleviate it.

What kind of crisis, he obviously can't know now, but it made him feel a sense of threat.

So there was an idea in Mellen's mind that was always brewing.

That is to strengthen one's own strength, strengthen it to the limit, and even surpass those heavenly holy spirits who will revive in the future.

In this way, even if the crisis is too big to be mediated, even if he still has to do that wretched thing in the end, he won't be knocked unconscious.

What kind of strength can fight against those former overlords?

Mellon didn't know, and the matter clearly needed to be investigated.

He didn't even know where the peak of combat power in this world was, and whether he could single out a group after reaching the peak.

If not, he has to prepare another way.

That is to make fewer enemies and more people who support oneself.

Put yourself on the side of "justice", and then go back and gang up on the enemy.

Therefore, when he faced interviews before, he only thought about adding buffs to himself. The purpose was actually to pave the way for this.

But on the other hand, there is nothing wrong with finding ways to increase your own strength.

And the fastest way Meren can think of now is obviously the hunter profession.

As long as I fill up the skills, I can be "invincible".

He always had this expectation.

So now, those redemption options that did not meet his expectations were directly ignored by him.

Until Mellon saw an option that also did not meet expectations, but seemed to meet the requirements-

[Eric Deco: The 37th commander of the Knights of Dawn, who was in danger, died in the final battle of the Church of Evernight to destroy the Temple of the Sun on the Isle of Thunder. This is his lifelong skill inheritance, and the exchange requires 390,740 points of contribution. 】

"I'm practicing Sun Knight's breathing method, should it be more suitable for this one?"

Mellon pondered secretly.

The Knights of Dawn belong to the Church of the Sun God.

And the teacher said that his breathing method is the core secret book of the Sun God Church. After practicing, he can be either a hunter or a knight, so he doesn't have to stick to the hunter's ability.

Although the knight seems to specialize in defense, Meren feels that it is impossible for this knight's inheritance to have no offensive skills at all.

After all, he is a leader of the Church of the Sun God, so he can't practice a lower-level exercise than the Sun Knight's breathing method, right?

And although they are specialized, it is impossible for high-level knights to have no offensive means at all.

Even if not, he is also a wizard, and it is impossible to lack the means of attack in the future...

While thinking about it, a dry cough suddenly came from behind.

Melon heard the sound and closed the book in his hand, turned to look, and found that the goblin who lost the red eye before was standing not far away with a smile on his face.

"Are you ready?"

It held its head high and said: "I have prepared a good thing as a bargaining chip this time, it depends on whether you dare to gamble."

Does it look full of confidence?

Merron was a little wary of this.

Although the luck buff has not dissipated, it stands to reason that the other party cannot defeat him, but he is afraid of the eventuality.

What if this guy thinks of a way to win?

Or is it actually capable of cheating and cheating, and wants to give himself a big one after holding back for so long?

If you really want to do this, don't you fall into the pit?

However, although he was alert, on the surface Melon did not hesitate.

"I'll look at your chips first."

The goblin didn't speak, but coughed again and again solemnly, and then turned over and took out a small-looking diary.

"An endless tome of deceit, the ultimate work of Mehndi Fenouche, the inventor of the Book of Secrets, in his later years."

It boasts: "It has unlimited pages, it can fake its nickname at will, and it can force communication with each other without their consent."

"How is it? This is a big baby, don't be ignorant."

Is this not right?

Mellon became even more suspicious after hearing the words.

Even if you don't need this kind of thing here, do you hide such a small notebook instead of carrying it on your body?

The inner vigilance has increased, and on the surface he asked: "So, what do you want?"

"What I want is very simple. You need to stay here and replace me for fifty years."

"That's actually a good thing for you," said the goblin.

"Good thing?"

Melon was stunned, "Could it be that you can get any benefit from being in jail here instead of you?"

"That's not true, and that's not what I'm talking about."

The goblin said: "This involves our next gambling method. UU reading www.uukanshu.com"

"What gambling method?"

"Your future destiny."

The goblin smiled and said, "I bet you will die at the end of this month."

Melon was startled when he heard the words, and then looked strange.

"Why, are you afraid?"

Seeing Merron's "dazed" look, the goblin hurriedly added: "That's why I said that this gambling method is good for you."

"What do you mean by benefits?" Merron asked in a complicated tone.

"I'll give you a temporary contract later, so that when you're about to die, if you don't want to die, you'll naturally sign your name on the contract and be sent here."

"It also means that I won, otherwise you will win."

Saying that, the goblin threw the small diary in his hand to Melon's feet, and when he heard a bang, a big hole was smashed at his feet.

"I'm not afraid that you will find out that although this treasure has an infinite number of pages, its weight is astonishingly heavy, and there is no way to weaken it with any spell, and putting it in a magic pocket can't block its weight."

"So in this gamble, it's just a cover, your life is the point."

Mellon pondered when he heard the words.

It seems that this guy used something to foresee some information about his future after he left just now, so he is full of confidence...

After confirming this matter, under the expectant gaze of the goblin, Meren said, "You are very sincere, and I really don't believe that I will die at the end of the month."

Then, seeing the goblin's sneer, he slowly said: "So, I agree to bet this game, but..."

"but what?"

"I don't think you have enough chips."

"You have to pay more."

Chapter end