To Hell With Being A Saint, I’m A Doctor Chapter 564

Episode 564 Dragon Rare (2)

Likewise, Gide with a slightly agitated face opened his mouth.

“Isn’t it great? It’s as if a great being had just been in this room. Is there some kind of magic? It is still amazing to see it without a single speck of dust.”

At that, Ray looked around.

A finely crafted work of thread.

If you feel the remnants of mana, each item was a magic tool that was not easy.

Although it is said that it is no longer functioning properly due to the passage of a long time, there were no treasures when it came out.

Even the dwarves called artisans could turn their eyes to it.

The existence living here must have been a fairly frugal person, so there were many books here and there instead of the usual treasures or sacred things.

A few messy things on the floor and dozens of things piled up on the bookshelf.

If it is messy, it is a joint that can be called messy.

Ray touched the book on the desk.

I wonder how many times I’ve read that the book with the preservation magic got my hands on it.

Carefully open the first page of the book.

It was written in an admirable style.

– I’m worried. A race of foolish humans and half-knowing half-punches. A race that abandoned their bravery and wasted their time confined to a closet. May they not be swayed by wicked tricks plotted by those who should serve and support the high in the sky.

It is a truly incomprehensible sentence.

Judging from the fact that it is written in the common language of the continent, it must have been written in hopes that it will be discovered by someone.

However, from the first sentence, I wrote something that would make my head tilt.

Gide seemed to understand Ray’s reaction.

“Isn’t it difficult? I can read it, but it’s hard to guess what it means.”

“A race of stupid humans and… half-knowing half-punches.”

Looking at the relationship between the two, Ray remembered what Aira had muttered one day.

‘Elf’s eyes of truth are also called the eyes of truth among humans, but in the end it’s just proof of weakness to see even half of them.’

Wouldn’t that be the ‘half-knowledgeable, half-punishing race’ that the great race refers to?

Then, what is the meaning of a species that wastes time confined to a small room?

The different races that exist in Middle Earth are not one or two.

Ray put his thoughts aside for a moment and turned the page.

-If an unknown former person is reading this book, Gwa-in did not survive. That means that this middle world has passed on to the demon world, and Gaia must have finally got what she wanted.

The middle world goes over to the demon world?

In addition, middle-earth was taken over by the demons, but what the hell are you talking about when Gaia gets what she wants?

Amid growing curiosity.

the author of the book said.

– The wine is dead. Many of his own people, including Guwain, must have died. Concerned about the future, an arrangement is made, so that all people should absorb the rare knowledge of Gwain and make a key. I’ve placed a future helper here on the continent’s largest mountain range, so find him when the key is finished.

The author’s words ended with that.

After turning the pages, there was a myriad of magic arrangements and spells written on them.

It was different from normal worldly magic.

It was something ordinary wizards couldn’t solve even if they used up their thousand lives.

Even Ray, who learned the magic circle from the high elves and Sunbok, sometimes couldn’t understand it.

“This…”

It was clear that it was the arrangement of the great race.

Gide shook his head and said.

“I tried to release it, but it was too much for me. That’s why I go to a famous wizard and ask for an interpretation…”

He tried to lift the book on the desk.

However, the book, which looked like it could easily be lifted by Gide’s hand, did not budge.

Let’s try a few more times.

Pajijik-!

Gide’s hand bounced back with a spark.

Apparently, the author of the book had made arrangements to keep his book from falling into the hands of criminals.

Gide sighed, rubbing his numb hands.

“As you can see, I couldn’t take it.”

Dragon magic is special.

In some ways, it seemed to be more special than his own magic.

Drain, which draws mana from the atmosphere, which has now become his exclusive property, is nothing more than an imitation of the great races.

There’s no way anyone can touch it since it’s the last thing that such a great being left behind.

In a way, it was a natural result.

Ray raised mana all over his body.

Let’s try to lift the book carefully.

Kaaaang-!

The two mana collided with each other with a grotesque roar.

Gide, who was by the side of the huge mana collision, felt his breath choke.

‘It’s breathless…’

It seems that all the surrounding mana is being sucked in.

By the time Ray’s hands and books start to look a bit distorted.

He removed his hand from the book.

When the terrifyingly swirling mana returned to normal, Gide gasped.

“Hee-eok… Hee-euk… what the hell is going on?”

“I was denied. I guess I’m not allowed to get out of here.”

If he tried to force it too hard, the book would have been torn to shreds.

That would mean that great beings should make a key from their own rare.

Why?

‘This book will know why.’

The magic formula written in the book.

I wonder if the contents behind the letter are continuing.

Ray took an interest in the book.

“Can you show me somewhere other than here?”

At his words, Gide nodded with a slightly nervous face.

When he found out that a book he had taken lightly for so long contained enough mana to take his breath away, he became wary.

“Follow me.”

He ushered into the cavity.

The lair was much wider than I thought.

Could it be because it was definitely a place used by dragons?

I hadn’t seen it myself, but it looked big and hard enough for a dragon to sleep curled up on.

The outer walls were also protected by magic.

Even now, after a considerable amount of time, there will be no scratches unless it is a moderate shock.

While walking along the inside of the joint, I saw some paintings.

An antique painting in a large frame.

However, I feel a strange sense of alienation.

I frowned and looked closely at the painting. Inside the frame, there was a man who looked the same, doing different things.

Could that man be the owner of this joint?

The red-haired handsome young man was either reading a book or standing with a sword in his hand.

If it were only that, he wouldn’t have cared too much, but all of the paintings seemed to have a hint of vertigo.

‘I can’t feel the mana.’

It’s a ghost to sing.

It’s because you can feel the subtlety in the picture that doesn’t feel a single mana.

It wasn’t just the pictures that were strange.

There were bloodstains on the common floor.

There was so much dried blood that I mistook it for a moment for a red carpet.

Gide asked as Ray looked closely at the surroundings and the painting.

“Is there anything in the picture?”

“I just wanted to draw well. Who drew this?”

“Well…”

said Gide, who was silent for a moment, with a slight smile.

“You never know. Maybe the owner of this place drew it.”

Certainly, if he had time to become a member of the great race, he would have a good understanding of painting.

If so, drawing a picture like this doesn’t make any sense at all.

After giving the painting a glance, Ray followed Gide.

There were quite a few rooms in the common.

There were several rooms like ant nests on the ground, but Gide showed me only three.

The first room was full of herbs.

The herbs, which would not be strange even if they had become rotten and soiled over time, somehow kept their freshness.

The second room I saw had books scattered all over the place.

Did you live by cleaning instead?

Looking at the fact that even the teacup he was drinking right away was left unattended, it was possible to know the personality of the owner of this place.

However, all these rooms were mediocre compared to the last one.

When Ray opened the door to the last room and entered, there was a picture of a naked young man staring straight ahead.

A picture on the desk.

There were no objects in the large room except for the two of them.

The chair, the bookshelf, and even that common book.

Unlike the other rooms, this room was neatly cleaned.

“Isn’t it a bit bizarre? When I first opened the door, I was terrified too.”

The eyes of the red-haired young man were unfocused, and somehow he could feel the weariness on his blank face.

Definitely bizarre.

No, beyond bizarre, it was even scary.

“Let’s see another room.”

Let Ray try to leave the door.

Gide shook his head.

“This room is over.”

“yes?”

Haven’t you just passed through countless rooms?

But is this room over?

So what about the rest of the rooms?

Looking at him with a puzzled look on his face, Gide quietly closed his eyes.

“The great ones are resting.”

After

“…”, Gide did not explain further.

Rather, they move away as if to look at it directly.

After leaving the room of the young man who was caught, Ray opened the door to the nearest room.

Kiyi-.

There was a small coffin inside the door that quietly opened with a creaking sound.

A bloodstained letter lies on the front of the coffin.

In front of him was a single flower that hadn’t withered yet.

“These are…”

“Perhaps they are great beings.”

Like being possessed by something.

Ray got out of the room and opened the door to another room.

There was a coffin a little bigger than before.

Likewise, a letter with a little blood on it and a flower that did not wither were together.

Whiik-!

I looked at another room.

A large coffin and a letter.

And a flower lying faintly as if mourning him.

The coffins were all different sizes, but the ones placed in each room were the same.

Heavenly Demon War.

I heard that the dragons of Middle-earth became extinct in the aftermath of that long and bloody war.

Did this common owner squeeze out the last of his strength and bring all the bodies of his people to his site?

His gaze caught the dried bloodstains of the common hallway.

leading the injured body.

I forcibly dragged my weak knees.

It seemed that I could see the figure of a naked young man who would put the bodies of his own people in coffins one by one, write letters, and finally lay flowers.