After Richard determined that the knowledge contained in the Stitching Monster would be helpful to his research, he began to speed up the sorting and analysis of the information left by the necromancer, trying to grasp what the other party had studied as soon as possible.

But as time passed, more and more were sorted out and analyzed, and some of the contexts gradually became clear, and Richard found that things were becoming more and more wrong.

The most wrong thing is that the materials left by the necromancer are all research on the superficial application experiments of the stitching monster, and there is no research on the core knowledge at all.

For example, the temperature difference colloidal material in the body of the stitching monster contains a high technological content. Even on the modern earth, there is potential to reform the energy industry, and in this medieval-like wizarding world, once mastered, it would be a shame for everyone not to dig deep into the value.

Therefore, a normal researcher will continue to improve the temperature difference colloidal material, study the mechanism, study how to improve the efficiency of energy conversion, study how to reduce the cost to mass production, and so on.

However, in the materials left by the necromancer, there is no record of this kind of research, only how to make the stitching monster better fuse these colloids, or how much colloids are appropriate.

This gave Richard the feeling that there was a fault line in the necromancer's research, as if the necromancer thought that it was enough to study the core knowledge at all, and only study the superficial applications.

In this case, one explanation is that the necromancer is extremely intelligent, and has completely seen through the results of all the research directions of temperature difference colloidal materials, and firmly believes that his mastery of core knowledge has reached the limit, and he cannot go any further, and it will only be a waste of time to continue researching. Therefore, it is enough to focus on the application side and seal everything related to the core knowledge research.

Is this possible?

If there is only one study that is like this, Richard will believe it, but the research on the strengthening mechanism of the suture monster heart, the reinforcement substance of the suture monster shell, and many other aspects are like this, and Richard has to be skeptical.

Richard was very suspicious that the necromancer might not be extremely intelligent, but could be the opposite—only ordinary intelligence, unable to study core knowledge, and only able to carry out some superficial applications. Therefore, you can only make creatures with a very low cost performance like Stitching Monsters, otherwise you can use the knowledge of Stitching Monsters to make creatures that are hundreds or thousands of times more terrifying than Stitching Monsters.

If that's the case, then here's the problem.

The necromancer does not have the ability to study the core knowledge, so how can he determine and master these core knowledge? How does he know that the heart can be strengthened like that, the appearance can be modified like that, and the temperature difference colloidal substance can be synthesized like that?

Can't it be an epiphany and suddenly have this knowledge in your head?

Or is the other person born with the same soul of another world in his body?

With this in mind, Richard continued to organize and analyze the information left by the necromancer, patiently making out the words on the most scribbled papyrus.

It took an unknown amount of energy, and Richard forgot how many days he spent on the island, and finally completely sorted out and analyzed the necromancer's information.

However, after sorting out and analyzing, the doubts were not resolved - the necromancer left behind the information, and did not explain anything about the strange research method.

Just when Richard couldn't help but want to tear down the stone building, he found a secret grid on the second floor of the stone building, in the room where the necromancer lived, and found a lot of scrolls that looked like diaries in the dark grid.

The scroll looked like it had been many years old, yellow and brittle, Richard opened it carefully, his eyes fell on the top of the scroll, and he saw that it was written in a scribbled handwriting unique to the necromancer, and as he read it a little bit, Richard's expression began to change:

"Tonight is a full moon, and if I remember correctly, the ship was torn apart by the storm, and it was also a full moon when I swam desperately to this small island. So it's been a whole month.

For a month, there was nothing to say, just trying to live, and the wreckage of the ship was blown to the beach by the wind, and I could get a lot of food and useful things from it. Of course, there are also some things that are useless, such as a box of unsoaked scrolls, ink, and quills found in the corner, which I am using now.

Is there any use in lighting candles and writing my pathetic experience on papyrus scrolls with a quill pen other than to kill time?

Not...... There are no people on this island, and there are no ships passing by in a month, so there is a good chance that I will be trapped here. Writing about this experience may let future generations who don't know when they came to this island know that I once existed. Maybe!"

When Richard saw this, his eyes flashed, and he couldn't help but think: This experience described in the Necromancer's diary is a bit like a book on Earth - "Robinson Crusoe".

Read on.

"And if the things I've written prove that I ever existed, then I should introduce myself a little bit first.

First of all, I am a businessman. As a child, I was the son of a merchant, and for as long as I can remember, I followed my father, who was a businessman, and sometimes went to distant places to sell goods, so that by the time I was an adult, I had seen a lot of the world, could settle accounts, and spoke three different languages.

I think I'm better than most of the nobles, and I'm more than capable of running a shop on my own. But my father didn't see me that way, always treating me like a child, or more pathetically - like a guy who didn't need a salary. I kept him firmly tied to his side, and I was almost suffocated by not giving me freedom.

I was really fed up with this kind of life for a few years, so one night, I secretly left home, took a small amount of capital, and cautiously followed the merchant ships that sailed away. The results were good, the goddess of good luck favored me, and in the first three voyages and business, I made a lot of money by selling goods.

But that's not enough, I'm ready to make a fortune and make my fortune better than my father, to prove that I'm completely better than him, so that I can come home. So, I made my fourth voyage to business.

This fourth voyage is destined to be sad. The ship was hit by a great storm, the mast was broken, the deck was shattered, the whole ship was blown away, everyone on board fell into the water, and I was the only one who survived. I really feel sad for the people who died, and I feel sad for myself—if I died with them, maybe I wouldn't have to be so lonely. ”

When Richard saw this, his expression became more and more strange, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that the necromancer was similar to the protagonist in "Robinson Crusoe", so wouldn't the necromancer's name be called Robinson?

The eye fell back on the papyrus scroll.

"Okay, let's talk about myself. Latecomer, please remember my name, my name is Defoe. Well, Defoe. Because I made a lot of money selling handicap goods in the first three times, the people on the ship liked to call me Lucky Defoe. But I think it's only right to get to where we are now, and to call it the unlucky Defoe. ”

Richard: "......"

Well, no too much coincidence, the necromancer's name is not Robinson. But the name Defoe, if I remember correctly, is the author of the book Robinson Crusoe - Defoe, Daniel Defoe.

So...... A general coincidence?

Richard continued to read with a slightly strange expression, and after a quick browsing, he found that most of the contents of the next diary were the broken thoughts of the necromancer, which did not have much value, but a few shorter diaries caught his attention.

"It's been eight days since the full moon. It's getting colder, and I'm lucky I didn't get sick because of it. But anyway, I have to find a place to live, I can't build a house, and it takes too long, maybe I should find a cave. ”

"On the ninth day after the full moon. Today I searched for a cave on the island for a day and found nothing. But in the middle of the island, I found a deep pit and didn't know what was inside. If there are no beasts in it, I can try to live in it. But it's too dark inside, and I need to make a few torches and light up to explore. ”

"Ten days after the full moon. The torches were done, and the pit was explored, there were no wild beasts in it, and it was really possible to live in it, but it always felt a little weird. ”

"Eleven days after the full moon. Oh my God! There's a downward entrance buried in the dirt of this pit, and what's hidden in it? Is it a treasure? Well, I'm going to get rich! But ...... This iron lid at the entrance is hard to open, and I have to figure out something. ”

"Twelve days after the full moon. Daytime. I've found a suitable tool to open the iron lid, and I'm going to open it now and take a look, hopefully there won't be any danger. If I make it out alive, I will continue to write about my experiences.

If you can't get out...... Then you can't get out, after all, it's boring to live on this island, and if you die, you'll die...... Later generations, will you see these words I wrote......"

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