Amid the choking of the mages.

Roger visited the entire Mount of Truth in one breath!

After leaving the library.

He rushed to the "experimental area" without stopping.

In twenty-six areas, large and small.

Roger found the place where the "Demon Martial Artist" was imprisoned.

It was a huge cage, a bit like the ancient Roman arena.

A tight physical barrier is arranged around the arena.

It can be seen that after Old Bard took over, he carried out a large-scale cleaning of the place.

But through extraordinary perception.

Roger still saw the bloody nail marks on the stone wall of the arena.

He could feel the pain the martial artists suffered at that time.

That is an inhuman torture!

While Roger "visits" the experimental area.

The mages were obviously farther away.

Their bodies couldn't help but tremble.

But Roger remained calm from beginning to end.

After leaving the experimental area.

He went to the "Dungeon Area", "Seal Area", "Old Things Hall" and "Truth Hall" accordingly.

What surprised the wizards was that.

In the process.

Roger did not reach out again.

He just stayed outside the Hall of Truth for a while—

It was a not-so-open square.

Seven statues stand on the square.

It is said to be the founder of Mount Mali and six floating islands.

Six of the statues are all human images.

The last one is a familiar giant dragon.

Roger walked around the statues several times.

After a moment.

He walked down Mount Shili with a black coffin on his back.

When he came, he had empty hands.

I only had 1,024 more books when I went there.

...

"That's right! These are the books that those idiotic mages snatched from our outer dojo!"

"At that time, they kept saying that they were borrowing, but they didn't expect that they would take more than a hundred years to borrow!"

"Pity I have only one head left, otherwise I would have fought with them long ago!"

Qingquan Sect Headquarters.

In a tall loft.

Seeing Roger put more than one hundred books that originally belonged to the Qingquan Sect on the bookshelf one after another, Ah Qi cried so hard.

At this moment, she was held in her arms by Qin, like a talking pumpkin.

"Ajie, how did you get these books back?"

Ah Qi couldn't help asking.

Roger's expression was relaxed:

"Just like them, it's just a tenfold return."

"Good job, Ajie!"

Ah Qi blinked wildly with excitement—

She can only express her emotions in this way now.

...

"Done."

Roger stretched.

Sorting books is really a physical job. Despite the help of Qin and A Qi, he was almost busy all day.

And in this process.

Ah Qi's emotions changed from excitement at the beginning to worry.

She kept asking:

"Ajie, you have taken so many books from them. What if those wizards get angry?"

"They can't get in the mountain protection formation, but they can block outside!"

"I remember that's how they did it for a while."

Roger calmly patted her head:

"Don't worry, they dare not come to the door."

Ah Qi asked in a daze:

"How did you do that guys are so fierce?"

Roger took Aqi's head from Qin's arms, hugged her out of the door, and said:

"It's okay to be more fierce than them.

Dealing with bad guys is actually very simple.

The more vicious they are in front of the weak, the more humble they are in front of the strong.

As long as you are strong enough, even if you meet, just slap them in the face-

They will also take the initiative to find reasons for you and doubt whether they have done something wrong."

While they were talking, they passed through a crescent door.

Come to an open courtyard.

Roger took advantage of the situation and put down Ah Qi's head and finally concluded:

"They never dare to hold a grudge against the strong, they only vent their anger on the weak."

"This is the truest thing that bad guys look like."

Ah Qi said "Oh" with a slight understanding.

"Ajie, you said a little too much today."

She glanced at Qin beside her sneakily.

Roger put her head on the ground and pulled out a bunch of parts and materials.

"Because I'm going to reopen the Qingquan Sect Dojo."

"When I'm not here, you have to hold on."

"But before that, there is one more thing to do."

He picked and picked the parts and asked casually:

"What kind of body do you want?"

...

Red soil wasteland.

The mages on the magic carpet were patrolling the four directions in an orderly manner.

The sky and earth around 180 kilometers have been blocked.

The range of mobility of the wanted person is shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye.

On a magic carpet near the north.

The fat old Bard was closing his eyes and resting, while listening to his subordinates’ reports:

"…It's that. He borrowed more than 1,000 books, but he didn't get anything from the old hall."

"The specific losses are still being counted..."

"This is a very shameful humiliation! No one of those backless things dared to stop him. If it were me, I would have to do my best..."

Hearing this.
To be continued...