Applied magic book?
How could this be put up for public sale in a bookstore?
According to the rules of the Magic Council, in addition to going to the Magic Academy, Arcane Library and other places to redeem, there are only two ways to obtain applied knowledge beyond one's own level and level, one is to take risks to obtain it or family inheritance, and the other is to become a private student of a certain magician and get his teachings, there has never been an ordinary bookstore that can openly sell magic books!
This is a parliamentary control measure over magic to maintain a safe and orderly society, and has received enthusiastic approval and active cooperation from the nobles.
"If, if I can parse a one-ring spell in advance, or directly become an official magician, then my future at Heidler Academy will be brighter......" Donnie felt his heart about to jump out of his chest.
He was not born in a magical family, nor had he had any adventures, but he relied on his own hard work, analysis, and practice to achieve today's strength, which is much worse than other students with rich resources, but he believes that with his solid foundation, it is not difficult to analyze formal magic.
Donnie's eyes quietly looked at the counter at the entrance of the bookstore and found that the owner, Doros, was watching the TV show intently, so his heart beat faster, as if even a few nearby customers who were planning to buy books could hear it.
"With my memory, I can write down a model in one minute......" Donnie's fingertips slowly touched the spine of the book.
The cover paper of this magic book is very special, giving people an unusually cold and slightly paralyzing touch, like a frozen lightning bolt.
This crispy feeling made Donny slightly stunned, and then, a heavy breath erupted from his nostrils.
Then, he opened his mouth wide and breathed heavily, and retracted his hand as if he were about to cut off his arm.
In less than three months, I will be able to learn a ring of magic and corresponding applied knowledge openly at the Heidler Academy of Magic, so why sneak and cower to read it now?
If caught, they will be thrown into the Forbidden Demon Prison, and will they be completely destroyed in the future?
The benefits obtained are completely disproportionate to the risks taken, so what is there to hesitate?
The more Donnie thought about it, the more he felt that he had just been dizzy with desire, what "Death Scrolls", in the current parliament, may be just a classical work with research value!
After all, since the establishment of the council, the development of magic has been rapid - most obviously in the past fifty years, most of the achievements of the ancient magic empire have been turned into "antiques", and the value has shrunk significantly.
After getting rid of the impact of desire, Donnie subconsciously wiped his forehead with his right hand, and suddenly felt a coldness, he looked up in astonishment, only to find that his right hand was holding a rag to wipe the bookshelves and books.
"It's like being hit by a chaos spell...... Downey shook his head self-deprecatingly, then glanced at the Death Scrolls, his expression showed obvious hesitation, putting the applied magic book in the bookstore for public sale seems to be against the rules of the council and the laws of the empire, what should he do?
Report to the Department of Corrections or the National Police Agency?
Maybe it's not an applied grimoire?
Donnie hesitated for a long time, gritted his teeth, took the rag and walked towards the boss Doros, as he walked, he looked at several customers in the bookstore out of the corner of his eye, once they approached the row of bookshelves of "The Scrolls of Death", he immediately found an excuse to stop it, if this matter was poked out by others, he would also be implicated, and it was also a crime to know and not report, but fortunately, those guests turned a blind eye to the row of bookshelves, and no one went over to look at the books, which made Donnie quietly relieved.
"Boss." Donnie whispered next to Doros.
Doros turned his head expressionlessly: "What's the matter?"
"There is a copy of the Death Scrolls on that row of bookshelves, did you forget about it?" Donnie had pondered the tone of this sentence several times in his heart, but he was the same shriveled and dull when he said it.
Doros's expression suddenly became vivid, and he said with a smile: "Yes, that was the harvest of an adventure of mine, I forgot it when I changed the bookshelf layout last night, Donnie, thank you for the reminder, I will put it away immediately."
Seeing that Doros followed the excuse he had found to solve the matter, Donnie did not deny it, and described "The Scrolls of Death" as a historical work or anecdote, and breathed a long sigh of relief in his heart, so that the boss would not take into account that he knew too much and secretly silenced himself - there are similar plots in many TV series adapted from stage plays recently, and they have to be guarded against.
Doros got up slowly, took out the "Death Scrolls" in front of the bookshelf, put it on the counter, and said with a kind smile: "It's almost noon, go solve your lunch, I won't provide you with free food and accommodation, of course, your reminder this time is worth my little reward for you at the end of the month."
"I should have done it, no, no need!" Donnie hurriedly waved his hand, but Doros didn't say anything more, he had to walk out of the bookstore and go to the alley near Triumph Square to find a cheap lunch.
Doros watched his back gradually disappear into the crowd in the square, and gently stroked the Death Scrolls with his right hand, with a playful smile on his face.
The "Death Scrolls" suddenly glowed with a cold and evil faint light under Doros's touch.
A customer in the knowledge bookstore pressed his soft hat, glanced at Doros, and walked out the door slowly.
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Before evening, Donnie took leave from the "Knowledge Bookstore" because he planned to go to the post office to send letters to his family.
Although wired telephones and telegraphs have been basically popular in big cities, Donny's home is in a small town and is not wealthy, so he can only rely on cheap postal channels.
Considering that his family did not have much literacy - basically he taught it himself, Donnie's letter was very simple, but it was just a rough report of the exam, the magic academy he applied for, the arrangements in the past few months, and the situation at home, so when handing it over to the post office staff, there was no need to put extra overweight stamps.
"It will take a few days to arrive, when will I receive a reply?" Donnie hasn't sent many letters in recent years, and the time is different every time, so he couldn't help but ask.
The staff looked at the address of the envelope without a smile: "Normally, it is five days, but as for when there is a reply, it is not something we can control."
Although it was sarcastic, Donnie still burst out laughing, it was rare to meet such a humorous municipal worker, this bald uncle was much more interesting than he looked.
Not long after he left, a middle-aged man came back rubbing his stomach, muttering as he walked: "How could you have a bad stomach all at once? Oh, no, I have to go! Wait for someone to help me!"
In the storage room behind the post office, the bald man gently wiped his right hand on the envelope, and the tightly bonded opening naturally separated, revealing the letter paper inside.
「…… Nothing special...... The bald man opened the letter and muttered to himself, while quickly recording something in a small notebook.
After recording, he folded the letter again, glued the opening without any flaws, and then casually took out a seal and covered it at the opening.
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In a small town near the Stroop Forest.
Dong dong dong, there was a knock on the door.
"Who?" A young girl with flaxen hair is busy preparing dinner.
"Postman, your family's letter." An unfamiliar male voice came.
The girl was stunned for a moment, looked out the window, and saw that it was evening and there were people everywhere, so she let go of her worries and opened the door: "My letter? Where did you send it?"
"Rentat." This postman is an ordinary man who makes people unable to remember his appearance at all.
"Rentat? Brother's letter!" The girl cheered up, took the letter and opened it on the spot.
The postman did not stop her, but quietly looked around the room, and a beetle crawled out of his trouser leg and crawled into the gap in the wooden floor.
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The mayor's house.
A stranger was looking at the old man opposite with serious eyes: "I need to check the townspeople's information of the entire town."
"Yes, sir." The old mayor did not know what was happening, but he recognized the identification and coat of arms.
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Rentat City Hall.
Several staff members were standing respectfully in front of a prominent figure.
"I need the entire Rentat bookstore material." The big man who held a high position in a certain department of the empire said with a serious expression.
"Yes, my lord." The staff replied in unison.
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The city in the sky, the Magic Tower of Alinge.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Commissioner." The arcanist guarding the Magician Archive stood up and saluted, because the visitor was a member of the committee wearing a black fire emblem on his chest.
"According to my authority, I have access to Doros's information......" the council member said in a flat tone.
"Yes, Mr. Commissioner."
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In a dimly lit palace.
"Your Highness, Donnie's letter......"
"Your Highness, information from Pico Town......"
"Your Highness, the filing materials of the Knowledge Bookstore in the City Hall......"
"Your Highness, Doros's information ......"
The materials were placed on the mahogany desk, and five slender white but not feminine fingers gently tapped on the materials, elegant and calm and rhythmic, like playing a calm music.
"Born in poverty, his talent is average, he is not cheerful, but he has a resolute personality, can work hard, and his character is quite good, and he has not been tempted by Doros' "Scrolls of Death"......" With the tapping of his fingers, a low, magnetic male voice sounded to himself, and there was a peculiar gentleness in his voice, calm and calm.
"There is no problem with the family background, my father is a grocery store owner, my mother helps maintain it, and my sister is not studying...... Relatives, neighbors, friends, I can't find the problem for the time being......"
"Doros, don't think I can't find out who is behind you, hey, you do other things, I'm too lazy to care, but if you exceed the boundary and are confused by greed......" Five fingers clenched into fists and gently pounded the information.
In the palace, the strange ticking of the second hand echoed melodically, and behind the mahogany desk was a sideways backrest chair, on which sat a black-haired man with his left hand rubbing his chin.
In the dim light, his silhouette was still extremely profound, his eyebrows were thick and slender, diagonally inserted into his sideburns, setting off a pair of black pupils sharp but deep, and at the same time, his long legs stretched forward lazily and without an image, even if he didn't stand up, he could imagine his height.
He pushed the information aside, opened the drawer, and looked at the stationery inside, his expression suddenly became annoyed.
The letter read:
"Lu Xiaoen, protect Lu Xiaoxi and love your father and mother."
"Why does my gentle and elegant father always like to use strange and peculiar pinyin methods to give us such inexplicable nicknames, and keep calling us!" The young man spat out a lot of words without any pause, no longer his previous calm and calm temperament.
(End of this chapter)