The handwriting on the pages is simple and clear, and the content is no longer trivial records, but systematic discussions.
The beginning of the chapter discusses the physiological structure of dragons.
Then analyze the dragon flame temperature of different dragons in detail.
The book also cites a large number of records of dragon training in the early Targaryen dynasty, analyzing the compatibility between the personalities of different dragon knights and the temperament of dragons.
What makes Liu Qian even more excited is that the book devotes a considerable amount of space to in-depth discussion of the physiological activity cycle of dragon eggs and the impact of different environments on the development of dragon eggs.
There are even several secret magical experiments conducted by the royal family and the school city during the reign of Jaehaerys I to stimulate the rejuvenation of the "petrified dragon egg".
It describes in detail the preparation of the experiments and a detailed analysis of the failures of those experiments.
Liu Qian's eyes eagerly swept to the title page, hoping to find the author's name.
However, there is only a trace of deliberate scraping, and the remaining ink and broken paper indicate that the signature that once existed has been artificially and crudely erased and is no longer recognizable.
But Liu Qian had a guess.
Who else could there be but the legendary Friar Bath, who served as the hand of the king during the reign of Jahaerys I, known for his erudition and reform?
And his most famous and most regrettable work in later generations is the book "Dragons, Dragons and Longworms: An Unnatural History of the Evolution of the Dragons", which was ordered to be burned by the "blessed of God" Baylor I.
Liu Qian is almost certain that this nameless book in his hand is the core part of the survival of that extraordinary book.
It's just that for some reason, it was secretly transferred and hidden in the dust on the top floor of the crow's building, and even the title and author of the book were carefully erased.
Could it be that Jaquon Hegar, or the Black and White House behind him, took great pains to sneak into the city, taking huge risks, and the ultimate goal was this Brother Bath's legacy?
Are they trying to find a way to hatch that possible dragon egg?
Liu Qian's eyes flashed with a cold light.
Whatever the Faceless Spirit's purpose, he would never allow this treasure book containing the mysteries of the dragon to fall into the hands of others, especially the Faceless One, who might hold the dragon egg.
A bold plan took shape in his mind in an instant.
Without the slightest hesitation, he carefully put the precious book back in its place, then quickly turned around and went downstairs, returning to Malwyn's office as quickly as possible.
When he slammed the door open, Malwyn, who was sulking, was startled: "Coming back so soon?" Got it? "
Liu Qian did not explain his actions, and asked directly: "Doctor, do you have any books about dragons here?" I don't want those that have been printed and widely circulated, I want the kind of materials that have not been stitched and glued and are in the state of the original manuscript, the more remote and fragmented the better. "
Although Malwyn was full of suspicion, seeing Liu Qian's serious expression, he still held back and didn't ask, got up and rummaged through his treasure chest-like drawer.
Soon, he pulled out a stack of paper tied with hemp rope straw and full of scribbled handwriting: "Well, that's it, they are all fragments of legends about dragons and legends that I bought from the ruins of some ancient temples or from the hands of traveling merchants when I traveled in the East in my early years... Feed! What are you doing?! "
Malvin's words came to an abrupt end, because he was horrified to see that Liu Qian grabbed a quill pen on the table, dipped it in ink, pulled a few blank pieces of parchment, and wrote like a dragon and phoenix.
I saw that Liu Qian's pen was windy, but the content he wrote stunned Malvin.
Malwyn's eyes were about to bulge when he saw it, pointing to the absurd words, and his voice changed tone: "Are you sure you wrote this... It's true?! "
Liu Qian didn't raise his head, kept writing, and replied casually: "Of course it's true - I just made it up." "
"You... Are you trying to mix all the bullshit you wrote with the manuscripts I have worked so hard to collect? ! "
Malvin was so angry that his beard stood up, and he felt that his academic dignity had been insulted like never before.
Liu Qian ignored his thunderous jump, and wrote a few more pages, the content became more and more bizarre and absurd, but it was written very seriously, quoting the classics, and the logic seemed to be self-consistent.
After writing, he dug out a few old cotton threads that were already a little black and yellow to bind the manuscript from the corner of the bookshelf, and quickly mixed the pages of "masterpieces" he had written with the scattered manuscripts provided by Malvin, and carefully strung and bound them into a simple "book" without a cover.
"Doctor, is there any way you can make these newly written papers look... Well, a little older? Like the kind that has been stored for decades or even hundreds of years? "
Liu Qian asked with this newly "baked" pseudo-book.
Although Malvin was so angry, when he saw Liu Qian's look of "not giving up until he achieved his goal", he thought that he was going to leave anyway, and the school city was chaotic and did not have anything to do with him?
A mischievous thought rose instead.
He snorted angrily, walked to a shelf full of various reagent bottles, fumbled for a while, took out a small beaker with a viscous yellow liquid, and a smug smile with a hint of bad taste on his face:
"Hmph! You kid asked the right person, this is my carefully prepared reagent, imitating the natural oxidation and yellowing and brittleness effect of ancient book paper, which is a must, and only needs to be applied gently..."
Before he finished speaking, Liu Qian had already snatched the beaker and poured most of the yellow viscous liquid inside directly onto the freshly bound pseudo-book without hesitation and evenly.
The liquid quickly penetrated the paper, and a pungent smell of sulfur and rotting plants filled the air.
The paper begins to yellow and darken from the edges at a speed visible to the naked eye, showing traces resembling mildew and water stains, and even the edges begin to curl slightly, looking like it has "aged" for decades in an instant.
"You... You prodigal! My reagent! "
Malwyn screamed in distress.
I saw Liu Qian carefully pick up this pseudo-book that exuded a strange smell and looked a lot "old", and showed a "reassuring" smile to Malwyn: "I'll go back when I go, and I'll give you a 'better' book later." "
After saying that, without waiting for Malwyn to react, he turned around again and rushed out of the office like the wind.
Malwyn looked at the open door, then at the yellow reagent remaining on the table and the empty beaker, and a strong foreboding premonition surged in his heart: "What the hell is this kid going to do? "
Liu Qian returned to the attic on the top floor of the Crow Building as quickly as possible.
He quickly found the real Friar Bath and carefully pulled it out and hid it in his arms.
Then, he took out the newly "old" forged book that exuded a pungent smell, carefully brushed off the dust from the original position of Bath's writings, and put the forgery back tightly.
In order to be more realistic, he also deliberately grabbed a handful of dust from the side and evenly sprinkled it on the pseudo-book and the surrounding scrolls.
After all this, the attic returned to its original state, as if no one had ever touched it.
Carrying a real priceless treasure, Liu Qian quietly returned to Malwyn's office like a ghost.
When Malwyn saw Liu Qian take out another thick booklet that looked even older, with severely damaged edges and binding threads about to fall apart, his eyes instantly widened like copper bells, and his mouth was open enough to fit a duck egg:
"What did you kid do just now? This is..."
He recognized that the aura that this book exuded was truly precipitated over the years, which was by no means comparable to his scattered manuscripts, and this was definitely an ancient book at the level of the secret collection of the school city.
Liu Qian gently placed Brother Bath's belongings on the table, with a slightly sly smile on his face: "It's nothing, it's just that I used the manuscript you just provided and my 'masterpiece' to exchange places with a certain book on the bookshelf on the top floor of the Crow Building." "
"You stole the banned books in the school city?!"
Malwyn's voice changed, and his fingers pointing at Liu Qian were trembling.
Liu Qian shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "So what if you find it?" What do I have to lose? By then, we will have been far away in the Stone Steps Islands, if they hadn't found out..."
He deliberately lengthened his tone with a smirk on his face: "Hey... That's interesting, especially if a guy with ulterior motives tries his best to steal that 'secret book' and then follow the above method... Hmm..."
Malvin's old legs were cold, and he instantly remembered the absurd secret method written by Liu Qianqian at the end of the pseudo-book about "sacrificing the root of life to hatch the demon dragon".
He seemed to have seen some unlucky guy holding the "ancient book" as if he had obtained a treasure, and then studied the "shocking" incubation steps with a pale face...