"Come on, let me see, can you only express your thoughts alone?" Nageris said excitedly.

Oh my God, the exchanges and trade of the whole world are carried out through the House of the Reed, and Duroken can control it, so isn't all the information open to them?

Even if Negris is not as proficient in business as the God of the Prodigal Merchant, he knows how terrible this is. It is well used, collecting taxes while sitting on the ground, making money while lying down, and getting rich overnight is not a problem.

"Only one thought can be connected." Lockes responded, and no such small questions needed to be answered by Duroken.

However, her answer was not valid for Duroken. Duroken looked at it and said, "I designed this sacrificial magic circle. In order to facilitate verification, I could only send one to the screen and I will modify it."

After saying that, he took out some golden sticks, slashed a few times on the altar, and then said, "Okay, come in."

Angres, Negris, and Lockes extended their thoughts together and threw themselves into the fire of the faith.

Crazy! They only felt that they had entered a high tower. The width inside the tower was not very large, but it was towering into the clouds. The environment seemed quite familiar.

"Isn't this my brass book tower?" Negris was surprised. It was not the shape of a book at this moment, but it turned back to the shape of an embryonic dragon.

Apart from the fact that there is no small podium in the center, the brass book is placed on the shelves around it, and the bookshelf full of books extends all the way, so high that it cannot be seen.

Ghosts floated back and forth, taking books out of the bookshelf,

Duroken spread his hands: "So, Your Majesty copied my design, and I also designed the brass book tower."

Then he gestured to introduce the surrounding environment: "I have talked about the difference between dots and nets before. The vertical channel in the center of the tower is dots, and the relay spirits are connected. The books on the bookshelf around him are nets. Each book belongs to a mark, which corresponds to individuals like Lockes who have applied for marks."

"Looking at those ghosts, they are all undead creatures that are projected into the relay spirit and deal with work. They use low-level marks, and we use the highest power marks, so we can see them. These are not real existences, but manifestations, so that they can be more intuitive and better understand them."

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Negris was stunned for a moment: "Let Your Majesty understand better?"

"Well, when I originally designed it, there were no books, towers, etc., only these marks, which was more convenient. But it was rejected by His Majesty. He said he couldn't understand it, so he asked me to make it simpler, and it turned out like this in the end."

Duroken floated onto the bookshelf, took out a book, and showed it to everyone, and saw it: Onia, coordinates:…￥%#, time:￥…#%￥*, and then it disappeared.

Duroken put the book back and took another one, which also wrote the name, coordinates, and time.

Negris said: "These two times are different, they should refer to the registration time. What are those? What do those luminous books represent?"

Duroken floated up, found the glowing book and floated back. When he floated up, he accidentally bumped into a ghost.

The ghost could not see him, but felt he was hit, looked around in confusion, and then continued to work inexplicably.

"You bumped into the ghost, is it okay?" Negris asked.

"It's okay, it can't see us. We use the highest power to mark it in. They use the low-level marks. From its perspective, they can't see these towers. The whole world is dark, and only those luminous marks can it be seen." Duroken explained.

In addition to the name coordinate time of the book, a lot of things are added to the book. A farmer who looks like an old farmer said anxiously:

"If you want to buy, we need 20,000 kilograms of grain. We are willing to pay the price of twenty gold coins per ton. If you want anyone who has extra money, you can sell it to us a little, or we will starve to death soon."

A ghost looked down at this direction, floated over in a little confusion, grabbed the book and twitched it, couldn't twitch it, and twitched it again, but it still couldn't twitch it.

It bulged its cheeks, rolled up its sleeves, hugged the book tightly, and pulled it out with all its might.

If this continues, it may become suspicious. Duroken had to let go. The ghost immediately misjudged his strength and turned around with the book in his arms.

After getting up, it grabbed its head in confusion, but didn't understand what was going on, so it had to slap the book angrily, and then pushed the book undulating and floated upwards.

Duroken floated up again and drew another book, which was also a message of asking for food purchases. He drew several books in a row, all of them asking for food. It was not until the seventh book that he finally had some other needs.

A female swordsman showed her long sword, and finally stopped on the grip of the hilt of the sword, showing it in detail, saying: "The Fiery Sword Saint Lutixiya, I want to buy a flame emblem, and ask it to have a level six flame gain ability and be able to store more than two level six defense magic. I can pay 50,000 magic crystals."

"This is good, you can take it." Duroken wiped it on the book, and the book no longer shines.

The book does not shine, and the ghost cannot see it. A ghost floating here is scratching his head and floats back.

"Let's go out first," said Duroken.

Exiting the soul network of the Dead House, Duroken said to Ang, "Sir, I need some dragon rebar and mitril."

Ange nodded, focused his attention and took out a large piece of dragon-benz steel anchorage.

Duroken casually refined several flame badges and put them aside for later use.

Twenty minutes later, Ange reached out to take out another piece of mites silver.

Lockes' eyes were wide open, and his eyes were almost stuck to the mites. Shebada, the thigh he hugged this time seemed to be made of magic crystal, why is it so rich?

Negris also found a question: "It's only twenty minutes, how can you catch it again?"

When Anger first started, it took thirty minutes to grab it. Now the time has been shortened by almost ten minutes. What causes the time to be shortened?

"The soul is strong." Ange responded.

Negris leaned over and sensed it, and it was indeed stronger. Compared to half a month ago, Ang's soul heart had begun to shrink since it was originally dry, and now it has returned to the "normal" level.

"It seems that your grasping ability is related to the strength of your soul. If you continue to improve your soul, then you can catch it once in a minute? Or even once in a few dozen seconds?" Nageris muttered.

Ange tilted his head and suddenly froze there, and he felt someone touching his body.

The thought retracted back to his body, lowered his head, and saw the little angel pouting his cheeks, poking his ribs with his fingers angrily.

Not far away, the little zombies, lightning and big cats, Lisa and silver coins, etc., all came.
Chapter completed!