My cousin is becoming a legend.

Chapter 112 Hayard's Memories

Ten thousand words are omitted here.

Close the book.

Lynn let out a heartfelt sigh.

Art truly transcends time.

The artists of two thousand years ago had an understanding of the human body that was no less profound than that of artists today.

The vast difference in time even brings a sense of novelty.

"You still have to learn this art."

Lynn shook his head with a sigh and put the book back into his storage ring.

"nice one."

Lynn turned to the next book.

Hylad, the Terrifying Bandit King of Penderfar

After only a short while of flipping through the pages, Lynn's expression became somewhat strange.

This book is quite difficult to understand.

It's not because the vocabulary is obscure or the structure is chaotic.

It's simply because the author of this book doesn't seem to have a very high level of education.

Every now and then a misspelled word or a grammatical error appears, which is quite a headache to read.

Who exactly is this author?

How could a publishing house allow such a book to be released?

Lynn looked at the book cover again.

Below the title, three large characters were prominently displayed.

Hylad.

Lynn suddenly realized.

It was me all along.

So this really is an autobiography.

It's already a rare thing for a bandit leader to be able to write a book.

It would be asking too much of him to be demanding of his writing style.

Let's save it for last.

Lynn closed the book and picked up the copy of "Laughter and Flowers: The Art of Living in Penderfar".

After skimming through it, Lynn closed the book in disappointment.

This book only talks about local customs and does not mention any information about the Spirit Race.

Could it be that the trail has gone cold?

Or perhaps he still has to go to Pandefar in person?

Although the city of Pandefar is not far from the Kingdom of Siernus, it is located in a relatively remote area, blocked by the vast Bilis Mountains, and bordered to the north by the dangerous Kingdom of Areca.

It is said that their country is also experiencing a civil war.

It can be said that they were in dire straits.

If it weren't for the fact that maritime transport was barely keeping the city afloat, the population would be even more pitifully small.

For people from other places, going there is quite difficult.

But if the trail really goes cold, then we have to go.

Just as Lynn was thinking this, he suddenly realized that he seemed to have one book left to read.

Lynn hesitated as he picked up the local bandit's autobiography.

This book probably doesn't contain any useful information. Is it worth reading?

Reading this book is as difficult as deciphering a long code.

After much hesitation, Lynn decided to read it carefully.

After all, what if?

Lynn took a deep breath and forced himself to continue reading.

As Lynn read on, he gradually became somewhat surprised.

This bandit was actually a fifth-tier transcendent being.

No, it should be said that he is already a fifth-level superhuman, yet he is still a bandit!

The era two thousand years ago was indeed wild enough!

However, Lynn soon found the answer.

"Being a bandit is a noble cause; never underestimate this profession."

To put it bluntly, bandits are despised scoundrels. But at the same time, their potential is extremely high; I've never understood what the difference is between nobles and us.

So the goal I set for myself when I was young was very realistic: I wanted to become the bandit king of the land of Pandefar, and in fact, I did achieve it...

It seems this is a bandit with ambition and ideals.

Lynn nodded.

Of course, it would be even better if this ambition could be changed to another direction.

Lynn continued reading.

In short, this is simply the story of an old bandit leader reflecting on his life in the last few years before his death.

His vocabulary was extremely limited.

Fierce, strongest, and invincible are frequently used words in this book.

But when he describes his concubines' performance in bed, he becomes like a literary giant.

It can only be said that art comes from life, which is true.

Lynn gradually adapted to his writing style, and reading it became much easier.

Putting aside the writing style, this book is definitely a wonderful novel.

As the protagonist of the novel, Haylad becomes the secret boss of Penderfar in just a few years, almost as if he has a cheat code.

Gang fights, combat experience, bedroom anecdotes, and more are all included in the book.

Information only regarding the Eldar...

Ok?

Lynn's hand, which was turning the page, suddenly stopped for a moment.

He flipped back to the page and carefully read the wild text.

"Ah, I think that was when I was in my forties."

That day, a group of outsiders suddenly arrived in my territory. They were all young and beautiful, with skin as white as boiled eggs. Even the men looked no different from pretty young girls, not to mention the sluts.

This is insane!

Damn it, no matter where you're from, once you're on my territory, you're all mine! The men are for my brothers to play with, and the women are all for me to sleep with as my concubines!

I immediately led my men and charged forward!

The battle that day was fierce. I, your humble servant, led the charge and fought valiantly until half of my brothers were dead. It wasn't because I was afraid, but because I suddenly realized that those effeminate guys on the other side also possessed a wild, manly fighting spirit.

Men appreciate each other, and men never lay a hand on another man.

I decided to give them a piece of land to live on as a sign of respect.

To express their gratitude, the leader lowered me down from the air.

Damn it, what kind of shitty ability is this? I've never seen anything like it before, it's so damn weird! However, this didn't stop me from developing pure love with them. I was thinking of definitely getting one of their girls, but at the time, the guys were a bit tired and needed to rest for a while, so it wasn't convenient to make a move.

Speaking of which, the black dog I kept in Kok Shui Po also died around that time. Damn it, I cried for a long time back then; that period was probably the lowest point in my life.

Once I had recovered from my injuries, I gathered the brothers and held a funeral for my little black dog and the other brothers who had died. That day, I unusually wore a proper outfit because I was going to personally preside over the funeral for my brothers, and the occasion had to be solemn.

I stood on the stage, my heart filled with unbearable grief. But just as I was about to deliver the eulogy, two dogs suddenly appeared at Xiao Hei's grave—a spotted dog and a white dog. The white dog was Xiao Hei's wife! These two bastards were fighting at my brother's grave! Damn it, how could I tolerate this? I went straight up there and…”

Continuous page turning.

Lynn frowned as he quickly scanned the large amount of text.

This nonsense is worthless.

What about the Eldar?

Where did the Eldar go after that?

Lynn quickly scanned page after page.

Finally, at the very end of the book, I saw content about the Eldar again.

"Maybe the thing I regret most in my life is not being able to sleep with those strange and beautiful girls?"

No, maybe it was when I was eight years old. I came home too late that day and couldn't save my mother. I think I'll never forget that, not even in my next life. Of course, maybe the death of Xiao Hei is even more unforgettable. That was entirely my fault; I shouldn't have acted so impulsively..."

It's another long and drawn-out memory.

Old people tend to talk a lot, especially towards the end of a book.

Lynn turned a few more pages.