Go back to the guild, chat with Aina, then go to the tavern to find Xier and then go home. My God, this kind of life is simply comfortable.

When I got home, I saw Hestia ready for supper.

After dinner, Hestia suddenly mentioned: "By the way, Yang Cong, let me see the book yesterday. I have nothing to do anyway, so it's boring."

"Okay." Yang Cong nodded, and gave Hestia the book he brought from Xier yesterday.

The reason why Hestia knew about this book was because Hestia saw Yang Cong reading last night, and looked puzzled, so she was a little curious.

However, because it was too late to sleep, otherwise I wouldn't wake up the next day, so I didn't ask, but Hestia remembered today.

"Huh... I feel the more I read the book, the more strange it is...what...this..."

Hestia heard a surprised voice, which caught Yang Cong off guard.

Yang Cong and Lily both looked over.

Hestia closed the book, let out a light breath, and looked at Yang Cong: "Yang Cong, do you know what book this is?"

"I don't know, it's just because of the magic I learned after reading this book." Yang Cong said.

"I tell you, this is a magic book," Hestia said.

"Magic Book?" Yang Cong didn't understand these things, and he didn't understand many things in this world.

“mo,modaoshu?”

Hestia inexplicably said something that could not be understood, leaving Yang Cong clueless.

"What's this?" Yang Cong was puzzled.

"Simply put, this is the mandatory mastery of magic." Hestia explained: "You must not understand "development ability" or something. In short, only those who develop rare skills similar to "demonic" and "mystery" to the limit can produce books...."

Actually... Yang Cong understands this.

Two types of "development ability" cultivated...that is, members of the [family] with the lowest Lv.3 or above. This book is written by people who are far stronger than these adventurers...

Mostly, they are people of the same kind as the legendary figure called "Sage Lord", and they are all in the soul...

"You know how to master magic, but this is actually because of this." Hestia said: "By the way, where did you get this magic book?"

"It was borrowed from an acquaintance." Yang Cong felt that it seemed a bit bad to say that Xier's name at this time, after all, they were not in the same way.

"This... your acquaintance is really..."

"Is this thing very important?" Yang Cong asked.

"This thing is the same level as the first-level equipment bottle of the Hephaestos family, or it must be above it."

When Yang Cong heard Hestia's words, he was stunned.

Isn’t the first-level equipment just my own sword?

Something that is even more awesome than this sword is simply...

"By the way, the effect will disappear after reading it once. After using it, it will be just a bulky ordinary book..."

To put it bluntly, ordinary books are meaningless things. Apart from some knowledge after reading them, they have no other meaning.

At that moment, Yang Cong was stunned.

Isn't this thing just used once?

He actually used it for such a precious time.

That's simply a waste.

This is worth a lot of money. If you buy it, won’t you sell it for a lot of money? They won’t have to worry about their lives in the future.

But since you have read it all, there is nothing you can do.

Yang Cong still regretted it a little. Hestia would have taken a look if he had known it.

Hestia said, "Listen to me, if you meet the owner of this book, you will say that you have returned it to that person before you read it, so you don't have it in your hands. As for those who have used the Magic Book, there is no such thing as this."

Yang Cong was stunned and said, "No, then will this be too unintentional?"

"There are many things that cannot be perfectly settled in the lower world. I have witnessed them with my own eyes. It seems like I was driven out of my place where I live, I feel hungry when I can't afford the potato balls, I am locked in the basement of the ruins every day... I am forced to bear the unreasonable amount of debt. There are so many things in this world that are overflowing."

Hestia reasoned to Yang Cong seriously.

But this truth...

Yang Cong said: "This kind of thing is obviously caused by Hestia yourself."

"Ahem..."

"No, I have to go and ask the person who lends the book to me to make it clear." Yang Cong said.

He felt that such things cannot be deceived. After all, Xier is the one who trusts him very much. If he blames Xier, wouldn't it be too much?

"No..." Hestia shook her head and said, "If you do this, you will not be good for yourself, and it will be harmful without any benefit."

Yang Cong still shook his head and said, "I still have to make it clear, otherwise I can't even sleep."

He never does this kind of thing that owes others. Even if he owes it, he still owes the person he knows. This book is not Xier's.

Then it would be even worse. If it were Xier's, it would be better to say it, but it wasn't at all.

So Yang Cong is going to find Xier tomorrow to explain it.

............

The next day, Yang Cong came to find Xier early in the morning.

When I arrived at the door of the "Born Hostess" shop of the tavern, I saw the cat-man girl sweeping the floor.

"Ask, is Xier here?" Yang Cong asked.

"Huh... the black-haired boy, it's so early."

This cat-man girl Yang Cong remembers that she should be a clerk named Chloe.

Yang Cong said: "Good morning... Can you please call Xier for me? I have something urgent to come to her."

"Good meow..."

Catman girl Chloe nodded and then walked into the store.

Then Xier walked out.

At this time, Xier was dressed in a hygienic manner, and she seemed a little anxious.

It must be because I knew that Yang Cong was waiting for her outside, so I left so anxiously.

"That..." Yang Cong couldn't speak.

"You can come in and say something about Congjun." Xier smiled and said.

"Okay then." Yang Cong nodded.

After entering the pub where they were still cleaning, they found a seat, and the two of them sat down.

Then Yang Cong told Xier about the Magic Book.

When Xier found out, she was also very surprised.

"I don't know that this is a magic book," Yang Cong couldn't help but smile bitterly and said, "If I knew it, I would definitely not read it."

Xier was silent for a moment and said, "There is a reason for this matter. If I hadn't asked you to study, this might not have happened."

Just as the two were talking, Miya, the owner of the tavern, came over and saw that they were like this, and couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong? It's early in the morning."

Yang Cong did not hide it, so he told Miya about the matter.

After listening, Miya nodded and said, "It's indeed a magic book, but... Is there any way to do it after reading it? There is no way. I don't have to mind it."

"Huh... Boss, do you actually know it's a magic book?" Yang Cong looked at Miya in surprise.

Xier, who was standing beside her, also looked at her Miya's mother in surprise.

It seems that her mother Miya knows that it is a magic book, but why not say it?

He had to leave it there, and he didn't say anything after knowing that she had lent it out.

Miya said, "It was, please be sure to read this book. It's wrong for the people who put it in the store like that. Even if you don't read it and find such a valuable magic book, adventurers around here will definitely aim at this book and say it's their own thing. This is that kind of thing."

When Yang Cong heard Miya's words, he couldn't help but feel something was right, it seemed like that.

Miya said, "That's the case. No matter how much you mind, it will be useless. Just think of it as a pie falling from the sky and forget it quickly."

To be honest, it seems that there is something really right.

But it doesn’t make sense, but it makes sense.

That's what I said.

Yang Cong felt that the boss Miya was right.

"Okay, then let's just pretend that way." Yang Cong nodded: "If someone really comes to me, please make sure that person comes to me."

No matter what, Yang Cong still wanted to make up for it, so that he could obtain the secret of the word "公" which was like giving him many more lives.

This kind of thing cannot be forgotten just by forgetting, but it still needs to be made up for it.
To be continued...