"It is the only tool that carries and witnesses civilization. Words are the symbol of civilization."

As if she was afraid that the heat was not enough, Princess Sanwu added solemnly.

This sentence was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, opening a radiant door in my mind.

In the dazzling eyes, I passed through countless time tunnels and came to the past.

Witnessed with my own eyes the process of primates transforming into humans and the birth of intelligence.

Witnessed with my own eyes the birth of simple stone tools and the use of fire.

Then, the most critical thing is to pass on all these initial stone civilizations and simple wisdom experiences, passing them down from one generation to the next, the tools and writings that are constantly developing, changing, and progressing.

From the earliest and most primitive knots to record events, to the Hetu Luoshu, which was replaced by vivid patterns, and then to the prototype of writing, oracle bone inscriptions, they are constantly changing and simplifying, thereby spreading and spreading civilization.

I seemed to see the figures of ancient ancestors lurking in the dim light revising words. They had gray hair and a thin and old figure, but only those eyes were still bright and full of enthusiasm.

I seemed to see countless scholars and mages standing in the endless sea of ​​bookshelves, like small and hard-working ants, constantly recording history with words and using history to authenticate the past and the future.

Yes, that's right, that's it. Words are symbols of civilization and are sacred and inviolable things.

An unprecedented explosion of thoughts occurred in my mind. I seemed to have been reborn. Tears of emotion fell down my cheeks. After finding the truth in the time tunnel, my consciousness finally returned to the present and looked at Princess Sanwu again. The Duke of Beasts in my hand has a different look in my eyes, as if I am on a pilgrimage and want to worship with my luggage.

That's right, this book is the condensation of sacred things, noble and inviolable.

"I understand, little Jasmine, I already understand, thank you, thank you for telling me these important things." Wiping the corners of my wet eyes, I tightly grasped Princess Sanwu's little hand hidden in my sleeve, and kept shaking it up and down. With.

"Even if this is a Duke of Beasts series, the words that make up it are noble and cannot be blasphemed. You want to tell me this, right?"

"..." Princess Sanwu was silent. I thought I was right, and immediately became excited and foamed at the mouth.

"Just like a dish, no matter how bad the chef's skills are or how novel the food is, the ingredients are not wrong. It is noble and sacred to dedicate one's own ingredients for our survival. I am right. Bar."

“Boom————!!”

There was a sudden severe pain in my calf, and I immediately hugged him, hopping around, looking around with sharp and terrifying eyes, and shouted sternly.

"Who, who is attacking me?"

Is it little Jasmine? She is the only one who is suspected of committing the crime and has such abilities, such as princess kicking, princess kicking, and princess kicking.

But I clearly didn't see her move. Besides, aren't we discussing a very sacred issue now? There was no reason for her to suddenly attack me.

I was still immersed in the theory of the sanctity of words, and I didn't want to believe that the perpetrator was Princess Sanwu. I looked around several times, but couldn't find the culprit, so I just put my legs down in frustration.

Probably seeing that I had found my way back, Princess Sanwu thought for a while and suddenly handed the book over again.

"Yes, yes...are you giving it to me?"

I was so excited that I couldn't even speak clearly.

Nod, nod.

"But... but is it really okay to give someone like me a chance? I have just desecrated the text. Am I really qualified to accept such a precious thing?"

My legs went weak, as if I had been a devout believer all my life. Now I was dying and my lamp had run out. On my deathbed, I suddenly saw God coming to greet me, illuminated by countless angels and stars. Same as myself.

Nod, nod.

Seeing Princess Sanwu's statement, I quickly stretched out my hands excitedly, wanting to take it, but I stopped mid-air and noticed something. I quickly retracted it, wiped it clean on my clothes, and then stretched it out again with a slight trembling.

, holding the book.

At this moment, I feel that what I have received is not a book, but a heavy piece of civilization and a final party dues. I believe that at this time, the hearts of Princess Sanwu and I are both pure and flawless.

It was like being bathed in the holy light, and the whole room was overflowing with the bright light of civilization.

"Sir, are you up?" At this time, Vilas's voice suddenly appeared outside the door. She opened the tent door and walked in, holding a plate in her hand with a bowl, bowl and spoon on it.

"You haven't had breakfast yet. Today is a special one..." Veras put the plate on the table, picked up the spoon skillfully, scooped out the fragrant breakfast from the bowl, and poured it into the bowl. At this moment, the voice

Suddenly paused.

Those beautiful black eyes stared at me and Princess Sanwu without blinking. To be precise, her gaze fell on the book that was still being held in our hands by the two of us with solemn and sacred faces.

Silently, motionless, the spoon in his hand fell down with a bang, which was particularly jarring in the quiet tent.

It's strange. There's something wrong with Vilas's reaction. Usually when she sees the Duke of Beasts, she would immediately lower her head shyly, not daring to take another look. What happened this time?

Could it be...there's something wrong with the title of the book?

What needs to be added is that Princess Sanwu and I held the four corners of the book respectively, letting the book stand on its side, causing the front of the book to be facing the tent door. In other words, from Vilas's perspective,

The cover can be seen clearly, but I have to turn my head to see the front of the book.

What is written on it? Although I don’t have optimistic hopes, I was still shocked as I read it slowly.

"Beast Duke Series Gaiden No. 87 - The Duke and the Dog Collar, the Correct Way to Train and Raise a Beginning Dog Girl"

I:"……"

Vilas: "..."

I seem to understand a little bit why Vilas's reaction was so big.

"Sir...it turns out...it turns out that I...have this kind of hobby." Vilas took a step back.

No, no, no, Vilas, you have misunderstood, you have definitely misunderstood something!

"There's nothing I can do...I can't help it. After all, adults are men. They all like...all like this kind of thing...Don't worry, I...I won't...won't..." Vilas's eyes flickered.

Tears.

They said no, you misunderstood.

The more anxious I became, the more speechless I became.

"But...but could it be...could it be that your Excellency wants...to put...the book...the...those...those...strange things you see in the book...want to...do something to me...to me...

…Do something weird?”

No, no, absolutely not, Vilas, you have to believe me!

I was so anxious that my face turned red, and I stammered and didn't know what to say first. Because of this, Vilas misunderstood and thought that she had guessed it right. It was because of my guilty conscience that my face turned red.

"Sir...Sir...Sir..." Vilas took a step back again, suddenly picked up the plate, turned around quickly and ran away in tears.

"Sir or something...a super pervert!!"

In the blue sky, Vilas's words echoed for a long time, condensing and never dissipating.

At least leave me breakfast, Vilas!

I desperately stretched out my hand to grab the back of Vilas, but my steps were like jelly, and I couldn't take a step forward. I could only watch in stunned silence as Vilas disappeared together with the breakfast.

"It's all your fault."

No matter how sacred the words are, for me, Vilas and her breakfast are the most sacred things now, so I decisively regarded the book in my hand as a naughty card and slammed it on the table again.

"And this is a mass-printed version! It's basically a mass-produced product! It's not a manuscript that you wrote out stroke by stroke!"

My eyes glanced at the cover of the book for a moment, and I raised the table again and roared, wishing that there were three Empire State Buildings in front of me for me to vent my anger.

"I told you, can't you wake me up in a normal way?"

Back to the topic, I think it is necessary to teach this little princess the correct outlook on life and the correct way to wake people up.

Although I don't seem qualified to teach others in this regard.

"Although it's a pity, it's a pity that I didn't come up with the solution." Princess Sanwu responded indifferently.

"Hey, who is that... No, you are so sorry before this!" I grabbed the mistress and wanted to slap her on the butt. At this time, the tent was opened again.

Along with the dazzling morning sun, a long black shadow came in.

This... this kind of mysterious atmosphere that only bosses have, could it be the behind-the-scenes instigation that Princess Sanwu just said?

I swallowed nervously, stared at the shadow, and walked in step by step.

The tent was closed again and the light dimmed. After I could see the shadow clearly, I was stunned, then turned my head away and continued to hold the struggling Princess Sanwu on my lap, trying to spank her.

"Don't ignore this arrogant mount like this." The little King Arthur drew out his sword neatly and sheathed it. Not only did he save Princess Sanwu, but he also made me fall down on the bed and roll on the bed, covering my forehead.

"You...you guy, you take action out of nowhere, you are truly a cruel king."

After finally stopping the bleeding, I sat up. I stared at the little King Arthur, thinking about how to train her to wield a sword at every turn.

"I heard from Princess Sanwu that you are the one behind the scenes, right?" I leaned my upper body forward slightly, rested my elbows on the table, put my chin on the back of my hands, and instantly transformed into Commander Ikari.

"That's right, it's Subenangda." Little King Arthur's eyes also became deeper. In an instant, the atmosphere became like two gangsters negotiating with each other, and the scene was full of gunpowder.

"Why do you do this? It's such a meaningless thing." My eyes deepened again, and I was about to reach the point of discussing human nature and philosophy.

"Humph, this is for revenge, revenge!" Little King Arthur raised his sword high.

"revenge?"

"Yes, could it be that he has forgotten what he said the day before yesterday and what he did to Ben Ang?"

"The day before yesterday?" I suddenly clapped my hands and remembered.

It seemed that this was indeed the case. When she woke up one time, she saw that little King Arthur was sleeping soundly, so he got excited and kept making weird laughter in her ears, muttering something, causing her to have nightmares all night long.

I remember that the word "ru" that I kept mumbling over and over again was the word "ru".
Chapter completed!