As soon as mind moved, bang! Ange bumped into something and his thoughts were bounced away.

When he came back to his senses, he saw that he was blocked from the core area of the Palace of Rest. Inside was the sleeping place of the king.

Obviously, there was some barrier that prevented Ange's thoughts from entering this area, but Ange didn't feel anything. He was neither surprised nor disappointed, so he turned around and drifted towards the tallest tower to the east.

The Palace of Rest is very large, with five major building groups. The center is naturally the core area of the Palace of Rest. The other four major building groups are divided into four corners and arranged symmetrically. The tower on the east side is the tallest.

Ange's mind entered here in a swish and did not encounter the barrier.

It looks like a tall tower from the outside, but when you come in, it looks more like a chimney. The internal structure has no levels or intervals at all. It is a cylindrical space that goes straight up to the top of the tower.

It was empty, there was nothing except a small podium on the ground in the middle with a book on it.

Yes, there is a book on a small podium, and these are the only two things in the whole tower.

Ange's mind drifted over, touched the book, and found that it was actually a book made of brass, hard and heavy.

With Ange's touch, the brass book opened like a brush, and a huge phantom rose into the sky, instantly filling the entire interior space of the tower. Is the phantom of this book.

Ange somewhat understood why the tower was built so high. If it were not so high, it would definitely not be able to accommodate the phantom of this book.

The virtual image of the book was opened and stood up, showing the inner pages. There were originally no words on the inner pages, but after being opened, large golden characters gradually appeared on the pages.

Ange tilted his head and stared blankly, making no move for a long time.

From the pages of the book, a phantom of a giant brass dragon appeared, and said with some confusion: "Why is it a small skull? Ahem, um, don't you know how to read?"

Ange nodded.

“What are you doing in the library if you can’t read? You’re fooling around.” The brass dragon complained: “Forget it, although I can dictate it, but that would be too boring. I’ll give you some benefits.”

A message was poured into Ange's soul and printed directly on it.

"Huh? Your soul is quite solid. Why did you only reach the level of gray bones?" The giant brass dragon murmured in confusion.

Ange was at a loss. He didn't understand what it meant, but he could understand the words on the page. The message printed by the brass dragon in his soul turned out to be the knowledge of words.

The words on the page read: The Book of Brass, which knows all things and can only ask one question at a time.

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Can I ask a question? omniscient? Ange tilted his head and asked with his soul: "Who are you?"

"Lol Lol, finally someone asked this question, finally someone asked this question, my God, my God, you are so smart, you actually thought of asking this question?" The brass dragon was so excited that he almost jumped from the page of the book come out normally.

Everyone who is allowed to enter the library knows about the Brass Dragon. In addition, the rule here is that you can only ask one question. No one will waste the precious opportunity to ask who the Brass Dragon is. The Brass Dragon is Brass Dragon, who else could it be?

"Good boy, you asked the right question. Listen carefully. I am the Book of Brass, the God of Knowledge, and the all-knowing Negris!" Negris's voice was like a bell, rumbling in Ange's soul sound.

Ange tilted his head and looked at it, and Nigris also raised his neck and stared at Ange. After looking at each other for a long time, Nigris couldn't hold himself back and asked, "Have you never heard of my name? "

Ange nodded.

Nigris was slumped: "I know, what can a little skeleton know? Don't you have any other questions to ask?"

Ange tilted his head, and his soul asked in confusion: "A question."

"No, that's not a question, but a reward. Anyone who knows my god's name can ask me a question every day as long as he calls my name." Nigris said quickly.

Originally it was an interesting trap set by Negris. If someone asked him who he was, he would tell the other person that it was a question after answering, and then when the other person was heartbroken and sad, he would tell the other person that he could call his god's name. , come and ask him questions, one question every day.

After struggling to get into the library, but could only ask one question, now can ask one question every day, which is of course a reward. Then can see the other person's expression change from great sadness to great joy, with great ups and downs, and in this extreme emotional change, can satisfy own evil taste.

However, from the time it was sealed here, for thousands of years, no one has stepped on this trap. After finally getting an opportunity, who wouldn't ask about the origins of Nigris before coming in?

As for its god's name, no one pays attention to it. No matter how powerful the god is, isn't it sealed here? Can he be more powerful than the Immortal King?

Thousands of years have passed, and finally I met someone who stepped into a trap, but it was a guy like Ange who didn't follow common sense. After asking who it was, he really didn't want to ask anymore, and he almost gave up Nigris choked to death.

"Ask, ask one more. I am the God of Knowledge who knows everything. There is nothing I don't know." Ange's indifferent attitude made Nigris a little annoyed, and he couldn't help but urge. Ready perfectly answer Ange's question and let him feel the power of the God of Knowledge.

"Oh." Ange thought for a moment and asked, "King, where?"

The phantom of the huge Brass Book closed together with a snap, including the phantom of the Brass Dragon. Then it quickly shrank and retracted onto the brass solid book on the small podium. With a snap, the solid yellow The copper book was also covered.

The space echoed with the angry voice of the brass dragon Nigris: "I don't know."

Not asking other questions, but asking this one, Negris himself wanted to know where the immortal king had gone. It's obviously a little skeleton, with such a weird personality, so tricky questions, and not cooperating at all. I won't play anymore, shit!

Looking at the space that had returned to its original state, Ange tilted his head and withdrew his thoughts. The little temper played by the brass dragon had no impact on him at all. Ange was just a small skeleton, and there were not so many problems to solve.

His thoughts changed and he was about to drift to another building complex when Ange felt someone push him.

Ange's mind retreated back to his body, and he immediately felt someone shaking his body desperately. When he turned around, he saw that it was a little zombie.

Seeing Ange reacting, the anxious little zombie continued to scream and pointed desperately in one direction. Ange looked in the direction pointed by the little zombie and saw a bast zombie moving from a distance. stretch hands, full of aggression, ready to catch Ange.

Does this count as an ‘active attack’? A question arose in Ange's soul. He reached to his waist and pulled out the sickle, and slashed it out deftly.