north of the north

Unlike what the man said, the words on the scroll will make people wonder what they mean when they are connected together.On the contrary, Chang Wuyong reads quite smoothly, and professional terms such as "anchor pattern" and "first-level basic link pattern" are quite clearly introduced in Chang Wuyong's inherited knowledge of the examiner.

It is similar to chemical elements and formulas. To those who do not have a table of elements, it is just a bunch of strange characters, but in the eyes of Chang Wuyou, she slowly began to understand the meaning of these scrolls.

There are a lot of daubs and changes on these scrolls, which are a draft of experimental records for on-site use.All Chang Wuyong needs to do is to transcribe the remaining uncrossed-out areas on a new scroll.Although the content of each scroll, the subjects, and even the materials used are different.But Chang Wuyong slowly discovered that all the scrolls were studying the content in one direction.

Yes, all the victims, all the personnel, all the materials.Judging from the scrolls that are often used, they are all researching content in one direction, but they have never been successful, and there are even few major breakthroughs.

Often useless to study hard, but did not figure out what direction in the end research.She can only tell that these contents are all preparations for a content, and the research difficulty of this content has already filled in hundreds of lives.

She began to try her best to remember the contents of these experiments. The contents of these researches were fragmented, unsystematic, and often useless. big.After a while, she began to feel exhausted, and she still had a lot of scrolls to transcribe before dawn.

These are the main body of the existence of this castle, and it is often useless to know. If you figure out these things, be bolder, and if you can advance the research results a little bit.Then, she will be incorporated into the value hub of this castle, and by then, things like tonight will never happen again.

Wherever it is, value is the best amulet.

Chang Wuyong rubbed her brows, and she began to feel aggrieved and tasteless again as a paper waiter.She remembered that Wu Enqi used magic power to strengthen his own weapon, and cut off the opponent's weapon in one fell swoop, so as to gain an instant absolute advantage.But she can only order a few mice...

Suddenly, Chang Wuyong slapped himself on the forehead, she was so stupid.

strengthen!

It doesn't take much insight, and it is often useless to know that a filer like Abbott and a filer like Wunqi develop in completely different directions.One is more mental and the other is more physical.

A thin layer of magical power began to be slowly transported to the brain, just like instinct, Chang Wuyou suddenly "saw" the functions of various areas of her brain.The magic power wrapped the cerebral cortex, spread to the hippocampus, and wrapped the long-term memory area.

When Chang Wuyong looked at the scroll again, she realized that she had a photographic memory.

this world…

Chang Wuyong has always felt that the technological development of this world is very backward, and the attendants other than Abbott seem to have superhuman abilities in terms of physical fitness and control of weapons, that's all.

But she found that she was dead wrong.

If these scroll attendant groups gather together, they will definitely develop technology far beyond her original world.Chang Wuyong couldn't help but began to doubt the origin of this world again. She remembered that Abbot was the "Guardian of the Western Continent", and he could bring Chang Wuyong from his original world to this world.So, how far has Abbott's civilization developed?

Maybe, she will know the answer in the future?

Chang Wuyong refocused on the scroll in front of her. Her hands kept on writing, and the contents of the scroll were memorized in her brain.When his hand was sore, Chang Wuyou tried to wrap his right hand with magic power, which effectively relieved the fatigue.

Time passed with the rustle of the quill.

There is not much magic power that is often useless, and by the time of daylight, her magic power has been exhausted.However, Chang Wuyou looked at the neatly written scrolls, and there were exactly the same scrolls stored in her brain.All the scrolls have been transcribed, either on parchment or in the brain.

A drowsy drowsiness hit Chang Wuyong, this drowsiness came violently and suddenly, Chang Wuyong was swallowed up immediately.

Chang Wuyong had a dream. She dreamed that Freya came to her and said that the owner of the castle had agreed for them to leave.They can go back to the tribe. In the dream, Chang Wuyou wept with joy. She hugged Freya happily and kept asking her, is it true?Really?

Chang Wuyong was roughly woken up.

The man's face was dark, and he lowered his voice and asked Chang Wuyong: "How much have you transcribed?"

Before Chang Wuyou could answer, he continued impatiently: "I knew you couldn't finish transcribing. After you have something to eat, continue transcribing. I will hand it in before sunset today. If you dare to be lazy again, I will Throw you back in jail."

In fact, from the man's happy face last night, Chang Wuyong knew that this man would never throw her back into prison.

But she stood up quickly, pretending to be scared, lowered her head, and said tremblingly, "I'm sorry...I'm sorry...my lord."

"Forget it, I know you won't be able to finish transcribing in one night, after all, I will also..." The man shrugged.

He suddenly stopped talking, and looked suspiciously at the neatly placed scrolls.Immediately, he stretched out his hand and flipped it over quickly. After one pass, he couldn't believe it, so he flipped it over again.

"You..." The man looked at Chang Wuyou as if he had seen a ghost.

Chang Wuyong murmured deliberately: "I finally finished copying it in the early morning. If my lord did it himself, it would be no problem to make another stack."

Chang Wu tried his best to look at the man with eyes of "worship and fear".

"Of course." The man smiled, he glanced at Chang Wuyou, and said, "You're still quite pretty.

Often useless heart a tight.

"I was born too lowly, I dare not contaminate adults." Chang Wuyong said with his head down.Not everyone can read and write, she made up her mind that this person must be a nobleman, but he only manages a small guard team in the castle, and is ordered by the engraving research team.He must be very unhappy, the only thing he can rely on is his aristocratic status.

"Hmph, of course I, the Sunrise De Clan, will not be defiled casually." The man was obviously very pleased with what he heard, and he raised his head high.

"My lord is actually from the Dasunde clan." Chang Wuyong pretended to be surprised, but she knew the top ten clans in the grassland, and had never heard of this Dasunde clan.

The man was even more proud. He thought for a while and asked, "Where are you from? Why are you literate?"

"I am a lowly Nanook in the north." Chang Wuyong said respectfully, "It was Lord Abbott who taught us how to read."

Chang Wuyou raised her heart quietly. She remembered that Abbot had many enemies on the grassland, but if she didn't say that, it really couldn't explain why she was literate.

"Oh, it's that Abbott." Fortunately, the man just responded casually.

He called a soldier to make a bed for Chang Wuyong beside the table, and brought some black bread and vegetable soup.

"You sleep for a while, I'll hand in the scroll, when I come back, you get up and help me transcribe it." He ordered Chang to no avail.

Chang Wuyong nodded obediently. Now the injury on her leg is warmed up with magic power. It is not too serious, but it still hurts.But Chang Wuyong didn't dare to ask for treatment immediately, she knew that she was just a prisoner of some value.After eating indiscriminately, she was so tired that she fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up again, Chang Wuyong was woken up by a maid.She stood up and found that the red-haired steward was standing in front of the table. Her light brown eyes looked at Chang Wuyong with interest, and she asked in a soft and delicate girlish voice, "Buhe, she was the one who transcribed it for you." reel?"

The man named Bu He responded in a panic, not daring to breathe.