Facing an Ancient God for a Year-Chapter 486 - A Hundred Years of Shocking Romance_1
Chapter 486: Chapter 486: A Hundred Years of Shocking Romance_1
Chapter 486: Chapter 486: A Hundred Years of Shocking Romance_1
Fu Qian was not rambling.
He had a reason to believe that the item Tyler had taken out was actually a diary.
Because the page Fu Qian casually flipped to contained the following content:
“Rayelle does not truly have affection for me. What draws her close to me is the desire for the power within me, and she uses her exceptional acting skills to mask this…”
And that’s a lot of information!
Fu Qian nodded repeatedly, looking at Tyler with a profound gaze.
“So, is your book a romance genre?”
“Strictly speaking, it’s an ancient journal.”
Tyler, who was sitting opposite, obviously saw the content on the page as well and cleared his throat before explaining.
A journal? That does sound more plausible.
Fu Qian pondered thoughtfully.
“How ancient?”
“At least a thousand years. It’s been passed down through generations of my family.”
In response to Fu Qian’s question, Tyler remained composed and responded with a hint of a smile on his lips.
So, was I just reading a tragic romance from ten centuries ago?
Fu Qian rubbed his temples and turned to the next page.
“…After repeated testing, garlic indeed affects the state of the Bloodline Clan, although it doesn’t directly harm them but does suppress fertility… This is an effective way to prevent pregnancy when being intimate with human females, unlike the past, where it resulted in their deaths…”
Huh?
Fu Qian confirmed that this was indeed directly following the tragic romance.
Of course, concerning the original author of the journal’s romantic encounters, Fu Qian withheld comment.
What he wanted to emphasize was that the tone seemed off!
A journal from over a thousand years ago, and the content is all in vernacular language?
Even with stable transmission, the way people spoke a thousand years ago would be different, right?
This strong sense of discord was like a hundred-year-old vintage recipe list printed in Microsoft YaHei.
Hehe!
Seemingly noticing Fu Qian’s confusion, Tyler once again chuckled lightly and waved his hand nonchalantly.
“Isn’t this world full of wonders? Be they people or objects.”
“Mr. Fang must be wondering why he can understand everything written on it? Actually, it’s not difficult to explain—it naturally changes its presentation according to the Observers’ differences.”
Is that so?
Does that mean it automatically becomes understandable to me when I’m flipping through it?
Indeed, it’s a magic item!
Moreover, not only did he just address me directly as Mr. Fang, but based on his following words, this was no longer an implication.
He was outright saying I know you’re not an ordinary bookstore owner, I came here because of a previous grievance, to see what kind of demon you are.
In front of you is a magical item that has been passed down through my clan for a thousand years. Haven’t seen something like this before, have you?
Scare the living daylights out of you for an entire year, cackle cackle cackle!
Alright, Fu Qian admitted that the part about the tone was his own extrapolation, but he couldn’t help it; it was just too smooth.
So arrogant!
And yet, in spite of that, his gaze instantly sharpened, showing that he was so immersed that he was starting to get angry.
Bang!
The next moment, Fu Qian slammed his hand down on the counter.
“How much?”
In Tyler’s suddenly vigilant eyes, he asked coldly.
…
For a moment, Tyler almost thought the guy was going to start a fight.
After all, from the information they had gathered, not only was the guy’s identity mysterious, but he was also capricious and prone to violent actions without warning.
Even though Tyler had nearly revealed his identity as a member of the Gulad Family, even here in Shangjing.
Unexpectedly, the guy was actually asking for a price.
“How much can you offer?”
Tyler slowly sat back in his chair, his emotions instantly readjusting as he looked at Fu Qian with interest.
“This book is quite damaged, it’s hard to sell it at a good price.”
Fu Qian, shaking the notebook in his hand, spoke with the tone of a professional.
“Additionally, though it has many pages, there’s a lot of blank space towards the end; the truly meaningful content doesn’t even make up half.”
Fu Qian wasn’t just talking nonsense – he had flipped through it casually earlier and saw the many blank pages towards the end.
A thousand years and you haven’t filled it up, could it be that people of your family are a bit lazy?
“Actually, this is where the notebook’s value lies.”
Tyler said, looking at the blank part where the notebook was opened to.
You can write anything you want in the blank section.”
“And then?”
“And then? Then comes the miraculous aspect of this notebook.”
Tyler laughed heartily.
“It only accepts ‘true’ things.”
“If you write something that actually contradicts the facts, it will quickly fade and can’t be retained.”
“Is it that miraculous?”
After hearing Tyler’s explanation, Fu Qian looked down at the notebook once more.
“Seems like it would be perfect to bring to the casino, for betting on things like high or low.”
“Unfortunately, that’s not possible, because what you write has to be something you deeply believe in without doubt, and any speculative content does not fall within this scope.”
Tyler frowned, looking at Fu Qian, clearly unable to comprehend the idea of using such an incredible item as a cheating device.
It has to be something you deeply believe in, and then by quickly fading away, it tells you your deeply-held beliefs are false?
This thing feels chock-full of malice.
However, if what Tyler said was true, then just based on this one effect, this miraculous item would be worth a fortune.
The observer is often blind – at some crucial moments, having a chance to verify the authenticity of one’s innermost card is absolutely significant.
“Truly miraculous!”
Thinking this, Fu Qian nodded thoughtfully.
“If that’s the case, I can offer one dollar.”
What?
Even someone as composed as Tyler was momentarily stunned.
“Are you joking?”
“Why would I joke? That’s how business is done.”
Fu Qian had an expression that suggested Tyler was making too much of a fuss.
“Don’t underestimate this one dollar; my monthly turnover might not even reach that figure.”
…
With the way you run your shop, it’d be a real miracle if you had any turnover at all!
Tyler clenched his teeth inwardly and looked at Fu Qian coldly.
“Can I take this as an insult to our entire family?”
“Pulling out such an item for people to price at will is an insult to yourself, isn’t it?”
Faced with the implicit threat in Tyler’s words, Fu Qian remained unmoved.
“It seems Mr. Fang lacks the sincerity to cooperate.”
Tyler snorted, his face showing he had no desire to waste words with Fu Qian, and reached out to take back the notebook.
Just as he stretched out his hand, the notebook was pinned down by two of Fu Qian’s fingers.
“You?”
Before Tyler could say anything else, Fu Qian looked around and finally found a coin, pressed it on the table, and slid it over.
“Is this coercion?”
Killing intent was already visible in Tyler’s eyes.
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“Is that not allowed?”
Fu Qian pointed his chin towards the empty bookstore.
“I thought you understood my style before coming here.”
