I'm Not the Hands of the Devil

Chapter 6: Sects, Rites & Corpse-Eating Ceremonies

“Ah! A-is this written by you?”

Wilde's expression changed. He originally held the book carefully but now, his actions were even more gentle, as if he was dealing with a fragile piece of glass.

Lin Jie's words were printed clearly there and in retrospect, everything that was said was clear he was recommending his own work.

Wilde glanced at the printed title, Corpse Devouring Sect, Rites & Ceremonies. He lifted his head and asked carefully. “Is this your research field? Rites and ceremonies?”

Rites and ceremonies are easy to understand when the Corpse-Eating Sect. This sounds like a certain religion.

There are three main religions in Azir:

With knowledge as their belief, Truth Union.

Moon Worshippers, Dome Church.

Imprisoned Believers of the Fog, the Church of the Plague.

There were also other scattered religions that were somewhat obscure, but as witches who roamed around and did work as wage laborers for the various factions, Wilde would still know little about them, however, The Corpse-Eating Sect does not ring any bells. .

This sounds like a demon tribe religion that eats humans. If not, it means…

Wilde felt his heart tremble.

Scholars and academics tended to be both legally and during this time, Wilde assumed that Lin Jie would at least be neutral. That was the reason why he did not dare to reveal too much of his own identity or talk about his past.

Charity of these kind of higher beings is usually temporary so he also cannot be sure that the owner of this bookstore is not only running experiments out of boredom for “talking about the cruel black magician being good.”

There may be unimaginable consequences if Wilder defies the wishes of this higher being.

However, this book written by Lin Jie had a sinister vibe. Without a doubt, the author is aligned with evil.

A formidable scholar researching taboo issues would definitely be knocked out by the mainstream. Is this the reason he became a hermit?! With his heart pounding, Wilde looked towards Lin Jie, who did not mind the curious gazes of the customers and with a gentle smile he nodded with memories. “Yes, this is part of my research assignment that also changed my fate.

“Already, it's something that happened a long time ago. No reason to dig it again.” Lin Ji sighed.

Anciently? Change fate?

An outrageous conjecture surfaced in Wilde's mind, however, he noticed Lin Jie's expression and thus turned his attention to the rather rough cover of the book. “This book looks like it was hand-woven,” he said.

Lin Ji nodded. “At that time, I was unable to publish it due to unforeseen circumstances and was only able to save the book I printed with this hand. I have decided to lend this book to you because we are the same spirit. Of course, if you don't trust me, I can also recommend you other books!”

Before the transmigration, Lin Jie was a cultural sciences doctoral student and lecturer. There is history behind “Master Lin” title. Furthermore, giving life advice and handing out chicken soup to the soul was not something he learned overnight.

If Lin Jie had not chosen to transmigrate back then, he would likely have become a professor and would probably have published the sixth edition of his book on popular customs.

Although not too prominent considering the many youngest association “professors” and other “genius” students, he is confident in his specialty.

“Thank you. It is my greatest honor to read your work.” Wilde bowed slightly and continued. “However, having the only copy of a book so important in the hands of a pathetic old man makes me uneasy.”

As a cunning old Witch, Wilde is not worried about losing his book. However, it is an unpublished book which means that all the things recorded in it are experimental.

From the looks of it, it seemed like Lin Jie thought of it as some sort of guinea pig …

“Wil Tua, there is nothing to worry about. I believe that you will bring this book even more valuable. My research only has value when viewed by others.”

“As well as being the only copy? It no longer matters to me.” Lin Jie smiled and pointed at the bookshelf behind him. “I now have the entire forest. Moreover, I can easily produce a replacement at any time. Knowledge in one's mind cannot be stolen while fame and fortune can be taken away. But, in my opinion, it doesn't matter.”

Lin Jie looked at Wilde attentively.

Accept it, Old Wil! This is the last of my chicken soup!

Lin Jie could feel Old Wil's worry about his research. However, this is not directed at the subject but rather, a concern about what might happen by studying this.

As an empty person, Old Wil may seem friendly, but his haughty and uncaring nature has caused him to stay away from friends and family. As a result, he considers academia very important.

He needed the achievement, fame, and wealth of this aspect to fill the void in his heart!

However, it is an unhealthy and fanatical mentality that distances itself from society. Therefore, Lin Jie decided to guide her to once again experience the attention and attention of others!

Wilde met Lin Jie's gaze and was momentarily shocked. He took off his hat and said, “I benefited from your suggestion.”

His fingers holding the hat trembled.

Fame and wealth are not important.Is this a warning not to divulge this information to others? He must have sensed that I had known his identity.

The heart of the black magician grew heavier.

Lin Jie then continued. “Oke, back to topic. Since you can understand, cough, demon language, you should be able to understand this book, and if you think it's good, I'll be more than happy if you recommend it to others.”

He revealed a polite smile that seemed full of hidden meaning.

Looking at the book in his hand, Wilde nodded. “Understanding, I will do my best.”

It seems he wants me to help spread his work. This must be the price I have to pay.

Wilde felt his heart become light.

There is a price to pay after all. Free lunch is not in this world.

Wilde would be more frightened if Lin Jie continued his generosity because it meant that the price to pay was more expensive in the future, perhaps eventually having to take his life.

Spreading the contents of this book but never divulging the identity of the author. It seems like the only way to do it is to study the contents first and pass it on to others verbally. Wilde thought to himself.

“Then, I have to go.”

Wilde put his hat back on, then hesitated for a moment before taking out a jet-black stone statue from his breast pocket and placing it on the table.

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