Chapter 313 It’s so difficult
The salty sea breeze swept over the cliff and stirred up fine waves.
That slender figure stood quietly on the edge of the cliff, with short orange ear-length hair flying in the sea breeze.
Morrow stopped. From this angle, he could just see her profile. Between the messy hair, a pair of big brown eyes were particularly eye-catching.
That is the same eye color as Xiaojie and Jin.
Morrow turned his eyes, glanced at the simple local clothes on the woman, and roughly guessed the identity of the other party.
It should be Mitt who raised Xiaojie, and he and Jin are cousins.
Morrow stopped, hesitating whether to come up and say hello, or to leave first, and wait until Mitte left before looking for the secret book of the God Word strategy at the bottom of the cliff.
Just as Moros was paying his respects, Mitt happened to turn around and prepare to leave.
She casually tucked her hair behind her ears, but suddenly found someone standing silently behind her.
「Ah!」
Mitt was suddenly startled and subconsciously took two steps back.
When she saw that the other party was just standing there quietly, she stroked her chest to calm her breathing.
She looked carefully at this person who appeared quietly. He had thick dark circles under his eyes, a slightly pale complexion, and a sense of weariness in his whole person.
"You are——?"
"A tourist coming to the island."
Moro listened to Mo Laowu's reminder, and before coming to the whale, he had already used "biological mutation" to change his appearance.
He pointed at the cliff and apologized: "I'm sorry, did I scare you? I saw this cliff before on the boat, and thought it must have a good view, so I walked all the way -" At this point, he smiled awkwardly, "I'm not very sociable, and I was hesitant to say hello to you just now."
"That's right. It's me who's sorry, I reacted too much."
Mitt shook his head slightly, with a slightly apologetic smile on his face, and said softly, "The scenery here is indeed beautiful, so I won't interrupt your appreciation. I hope you can have a good time."
After saying that, she nodded politely to Moreau, and then walked towards the path between the grass where she came from.
Morrow did not speak any more and responded with his jaw.
The moment the two of them passed each other, the salty sea breeze was suddenly mixed with the fragrance of hyacinth.
That was the smell wafting from Mitte's clothes, mixed with the clean smell of sun-dried cotton and laundry detergent.
Mitt walked a certain distance, suddenly stopped, looked back at Morrow's back, and reminded softly: "Be careful."
"Okay."
Morrow turned his back to Mitt, and the awkward look just now had disappeared.
Hunted until the footsteps faded away, he turned back and looked at Mitt's retreating figure.
Hunting until Mitt could no longer be seen, Moreau was not in a hurry to get off the cliff.
Instead, he patiently checked that no one was watching around him, then jumped off the cliff and easily found the cave with a tree growing there.
Following Jin's prompts, Moreau dug out an unprotected light yellow book from under the root of the tree.
There is no word on the cover of the book. The two-finger-thick spine shows traces of time, and it feels weightless in the hand.
For some unknown reason, the book had been buried in moist soil for many years, but when it was taken out of the soil, the moist soil rolled down automatically like dewdrops on leaves, leaving no trace.
Morrow slowly opened the cover of the book and immediately saw the inner pages of the cover, which were densely covered with black two-dimensional barcodes of various shapes.
These complicated black lines are exactly the divine characters.
Fingertips gently stroked the slightly raised lines, and Moreau understood why this book can endure for a long time and is not stained by moisture or dirt.
"Just to achieve the effect of anti-corrosion and moisture-proofing, the entire book cover has to be engraved with complex divine characters. As Jin said,
Learning this skill is really thankless."
Morrow stared at the complex barcode on the inside page of the book cover, and couldn't help but think of the wooden box that Jin left for Xiaojie, and the space when he first entered the Greedy Island game.
Whether it is the wooden strips that make up the square box or the surrounding space, there are complex two-dimensional barcodes visible to the naked eye.
This impression that gradually became clearer in his memory gave Moreau the impression that, let alone the effect of the divine words, at least the pre-processing was outrageous.
Now it seems that even the learning process is very difficult.
Morrow even suspected that King was willing to put so much effort into the word "Greed Island" just to be able to make the game Greedy Island.
"It's all here."
Although he was worried about the cost-effectiveness of practicing the divine words, at this point, Moreau still felt that he could give it a try.
If you find that you are getting twice the result with half the effort during the study process, just stop the loss in time.
After all, the same amount of time spent on improving mindfulness skills or abilities may yield higher returns.
As his thoughts flowed, Moreau turned over the first page. What he saw was not the expected universal Chinese characters, but rows of unfamiliar characters shaped like tadpoles. Each stroke exuded an unfamiliar atmosphere.
"This is - Krakauer script."
Morrow recognized this rare language that was only spread in the ancient Ganyu Kingdom.
The first time I came into contact with this kind of writing was because there was a part of the Krakauer writing engraved on the "Eye of Truth" card.
I didn’t expect that the book left by Dong Fulisi would use such a niche text carrier.
But when I think about the divine background of the ancient Ganyu Kingdom, I inevitably feel that there is a reason for this.
"Fortunately, there are annotations left by Jin."
Morrow's eyes scanned the content on the page. Those difficult characters were densely covered with Common Language annotations, and even the complex array of pictures of divine words was marked with the derivation process.
The entire book is like a carefully organized notebook of a top student, breaking down the obscure content layer by layer.
Without these detailed annotations, just the pages of words like a heavenly book would be enough to make Moreau give up on the spot.
Morrow leaned against the cave wall and looked carefully.
In the slightly narrow cave, you can only hear the sound of waves hitting the rocks.
It was not until the orange-red twilight spread to the corner of the cave that Moreau realized that night was approaching.
It’s too complicated.
This is Moreau’s feeling after studying for several hours.
He needs to memorize every QR code-like module that can form a complete divine word.
There are so many types of "modules" that just memorizing them is already a difficult challenge.
Morrow saw the first example of a divine word picture from a book. Its effect is preservation, and it is composed of 29 different modules.
This means that if Moreau wants to replicate the effect of this divine word, he must do four things.
1. Memorize all basic divine word modules.
2. Accurately screen out the 29 specific modules required.
3, put them together into a strict matrix arrangement.
4. Make sure that the position of each module is exactly the same.
When you are finally finished, you still have to prevent the divine word module from being damaged. Once a part of the divine word module is damaged, even a small part, the entire divine word module will lose its effect.
This knowledge point is recorded in the first two pages of the book, as if to tell the reader: Are you sure you want to fall into the trap?
In fact, even if this was not stated in the book, Moreau also knew that the divine word barcode module could be easily destroyed.
After all, he once destroyed the divine characters arranged by a telepathic person on the airship, thus helping Kang Zai get out of the siege.
"No wonder so few people practice divine writing."
Morrow slowly put down his hand, feeling that his temples were still a little swollen and painful.
I once overlooked the world as a reader, and at that time I was still wondering why the divine characters that could support telekinesis products of the size of Greedy Island had such a weak presence on the stage of capable people.
The case is now solved.
It’s not that the sense of existence is weak, but that the difficulty of practice is too high.
It is similar to the circle in mindfulness skills.
Skills like "Circle" are very difficult to practice and are of little use in actual combat. Therefore, unless it is strictly necessary, few people with telekinesis abilities will practice this skill assiduously.
The same is true for the word "神".
Even more difficult to practice! "Yuan" is too much higher.
Even though Moreau holds a secret book of the Divine Word Strategy that has been annotated by a top student, he still feels that the threshold for entering the trap is extremely high.
"Just hold on for a while. Before Xiaojie comes back, if I can find the value of practicing the divine words, then I will continue to learn."
Morro put away the book, went out of the cave, and returned to the edge of the cliff.
At this moment.
The last rays of the setting sun disappeared at the end of the horizon, and the night enveloped Whale Island like a veil.
In the slightly cool sea breeze, Moreau walked along the grass path towards the village where the lights were gradually lighting up.
Whale Island has a small population, but it has complete facilities, including markets, hotels, and even a port.
Morrow entered the village, thinking that he would stay on Whale Island for a while, so he naturally wanted to choose a hotel to stay for a long time.
However, there is no need to choose at all.
Because there is only one hotel in the village.
After Moreau checked in at the hotel, he started looking for a restaurant for dinner.
Soon, a house integrated with a big tree attracted his attention.
There is no signboard above the store-like door, but there is a wooden sign saying "Open" hanging on the door, swaying gently in the evening breeze.
Morrow stopped and could hear laughter and the sound of clinking tableware coming from inside the house, so he walked over and pushed the door open.
The moment he opened the door, the aroma of wine mixed with the rich taste of stewed seafood hit his face.
The five wooden tables in the store were all occupied. Behind the wooden bar at the innermost side stood a dignified and beautiful woman.
It was Mitt who I met during the day.
At the bar, Mitt placed the freshly washed wine glass on the water filter rack and looked up at Moreau who pushed in the door.
The corners of her lips naturally raised, showing the shopkeeper’s characteristic friendly smile.
The customers in the store were basically fishermen from Whale Island. Seeing that Moro looked unfamiliar, they took a few more glances.
Morrow walked straight to the bar.
Only there is room there.
As soon as Moreau sat down at the bar, he heard Mitt ask: "Guest, do you want to drink or eat?"
"Eat."
Morrow said, looking at today's menu handwritten on the wall, and said: "Give me a seafood fried rice."
"Okay, do you want something to drink?"
Mitte asked with a smile.
Morrow subconsciously glanced at the dazzling wine cabinet. Considering that he would continue to study the divine words after the meal, he asked: "Is there orange juice?"
"Okay."
Mitt responded with a smile, went into the kitchen and called for a portion of seafood fried rice, then returned to the bar and poured a glass of orange juice for Moreau.
Gently pushing the orange juice in front of Moreau, Mitte put his hands on the edge of the bar, leaned forward slightly, and asked curiously: "You won't stay there until now, right?"
"Hmm."
Moreau nodded.
MIT blinked, slightly surprised: "Is the scenery there so attractive to you?"
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"Although the scenery will not change, you will never get tired of staying there until the novelty wears off. Besides, as you said, the scenery there is indeed beautiful."
Not long after, a steaming plate of seafood fried rice was served.
Morrow took a bite and unexpectedly found that it tasted quite good.
He has long been accustomed to Menqi's cooking, and over time, he has become picky about food requirements.
This was not his original intention, but Menqi had an almost demanding pursuit of cooking.
And every time she ate, her bright eyes would always look at him expectantly, waiting for his evaluation.
Although he sincerely replied that it was delicious every time, Menqi always seemed to feel that it was not enough, or perhaps worried that he would get tired of it, so he always put more thought into preparing various dishes in different ways.
Morrow once asked Menqi this question: Wouldn’t it be boring to cook in different ways every day?
Menqi answered in a matter-of-fact tone at that time: I like cooking, and you like every dish I cook. I can feel the joy brought by these two loves at the same time. How can I get bored?
So under Menqi's ultra-high-intensity feeding, Moro felt that this seafood fried rice was good, which proved that the standard of this fried rice was indeed good.
"Does it taste okay?"
Mitt's bright eyes were fixed on Morrow's reaction, and his tone was filled with a little pride that could not be concealed.
Just after Morrow swallowed a mouthful of fried rice, before he could speak, a drunken drinker next to him rushed to dispel the accusation: "Mitt, you didn't make this fried rice, look how proud you are."
"If you want to talk too much, why don't I choke you to death with a sip of wine!"
The gentle smile on Mitt's face disappeared instantly, and his right hand that was leaning on the edge of the bar clenched into a fist, and he glared at the regular customer fiercely.
But the next second, she quickly returned to her dignified posture, and her face changed so quickly that it was staggering.
The drinker subconsciously shrank his neck, and the drunkard picked up his glass and took a sip, only to choke and cough.
When Mitt saw this, a gloating smile appeared on his lips. In just a few seconds, Moreau had already eaten all the fried rice.
"Please give me another piece of seafood fried rice."
"Huh?"
Miter looked at the empty plate and said in surprise: "You—eat so fast."
Humbling again, he immediately ran to the kitchen to make another seafood fried rice.
When the seafood fried rice was served, Mitt saw that Moro had eaten a generous plate of fried rice in less than ten seconds.
"One more."
"Qi, Dai's——
As time passed, among all the customers in the shop and Mitt's dumbfounded eyes, the empty plates next to Moreau were stacked higher and higher.
When Moreau checked out and left, thousands of people in the store were still staring blankly at the tower of at least twenty empty plates.
"That young man looks so disgusting. I didn't expect that he has such a terrible appetite. He is really a weirdo."
A bartender in front of the bar said in disbelief.
MIT immediately glared at him and said, "Don't speak ill of others behind their backs."
After teaching the regular customer a lesson, Mitt looked at the closed door of the store, and the face of Moreau, who seemed to be awake, flashed in his mind, with a hint of curiosity in his brown eyes.