Downey seemed to be able to hear his own heartbeat. It was so intense and so crazy. According to the regulations of the Magic Council, apart from going to the Magic Academy, the Arcane Library and other places to exchange, there were only two ways to obtain more than his own. The level and level of applied knowledge can be obtained by oneself through adventure or inherited from the family, or by becoming a private student of a certain magician and receiving his teachings. No ordinary bookstore has ever been able to openly sell magic books!
This is a measure taken by the Parliament to control magic in order to maintain a safe and orderly society. It has received the enthusiastic approval and active cooperation of the nobles.
"If, if I can parse a first-level spell in advance, or directly become an official magician, then my prospects at Heidler College will be brighter" Downey felt that his heart was about to jump out of his chest.
He did not come from a magical family, nor did he have any adventures. He relied on his own hard study, analysis and practice to achieve the strength he has today. He is much worse than other classmates with abundant resources, but he believes that with his solid foundation, It's not hard to parse out formal magic.
Downey looked quietly at the counter at the door of the bookstore and found that the owner Doros was watching the TV program intently. As a result, his heart beat faster, as if even several nearby customers who were planning to buy books could hear it.
"With my memory, I can completely memorize a model in one minute" Downey'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 numb touch, like a frozen lightning bolt.
Such a numbing feeling made Donnie stunned for a moment, and then, he blew out thick air from his nostrils.
Next. He opened his mouth wide, breathing heavily, and suddenly retracted his hand as if he was about to chop off his arm.
¡°In less than three months, I will be able to openly study magic and the corresponding applied knowledge at Heidler Academy of Magic. Why bother to read it secretly and timidly now?
If caught. But will he be thrown into a magic-forbidden prison and his future will be ruined?
The benefits obtained are completely out of proportion to the risks taken. Is there anything to hesitate about?
The more Downey thought about it, the more he felt that he had just been carried away by desire. The "Death Scroll" might just be a classical work with research value in the current parliament!
After all, the development of magic has been rapid since the establishment of the Parliament - most obviously in the past fifty years. Most of the achievements of the ancient magic empire have long since been turned into "antiques", and their value has shrunk significantly. It will basically never happen again that someone accidentally obtained the ancient magic book, and then used it as a trump card to defeat one contemporary after another. It's about the magician.
After getting rid of the impact of desire, Downey subconsciously wiped his forehead with his right hand. Suddenly feeling a chill, he looked up in shock and found that his right hand was holding a rag for wiping bookshelves and books.
"It's like being hit by a chaos spell" Downey shook his head mockingly, and then glanced at the "Death Scroll", with obvious hesitation in his expression. He placed the applied magic book for public sale in the bookstore as if It violates parliamentary rules and imperial laws. What should I do?
Report to the Department of Corrections or the Police Department?
Maybe it¡¯s not an applied magic book?
Donnie hesitated for a long time. Gritting his teeth, he walked towards the boss Doros with a rag. As he walked, he looked at several customers in the bookstore with the corner of his eye. Once they approached the row of bookshelves with the "Death Scroll", he immediately found an excuse to stop them. If this matter was revealed by others, he would also be implicated. Failure to report the matter would also be a crime. Fortunately, the guests turned a blind eye to the row of bookshelves. No one came to look at the books, which made Donnie quietly sigh in relief.
"Boss." Donnie whispered next to Doros.
Doros turned back expressionlessly: "What's the matter?"
"There is a "Death Scroll" on that row of bookshelves. Did you forget it on it?" Danny had already thought about the tone of this sentence several times, but when he said it, he was just as dry and dull.
Doros's expression suddenly became vivid, and he said with a half-smile: "Yes. That's the harvest of an adventure I took. I forgot it when I changed the layout of the bookshelf last night. Donny, thank you for reminding me. I'll put it away right away. .¡±
When Donnie saw that Doros had settled the matter according to the excuse he had made, and did not deny it, describing the "Death Scroll" as a historical work or an anecdote, he breathed a long sigh of relief. In this way, The boss won't care about knowing too much and secretly silence him - there are similar plots in many TV series adapted from stage plays recently, so we have to guard against it.
Doros stood up slowly, went to the bookshelf and pulled out the "Death Scroll", put it on the counter, and smiled kindly: "It's almost noon, go and settle your lunch, I won't provide you with free food and For accommodation, of course, your reminder this time is worth a little reward from me at the end of the month."
"What I should do, no, no need!" Donnie waved his hands hurriedly, but Doros didn't say anything more. He could only 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 of people in the square, gently touched the "Scroll of Death" with his right hand, and showed a playful smile on his face.
The "Death Scroll" 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 of the door slowly.
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Before evening, Downey asked for leave and left 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 widely spread in big cities, Downey's home is in a small town and he is not wealthy, so he can only rely on cheap postal channels.
Considering that his family didn't know much about literacy - he basically taught it himself, Downey's letter was very simple. He just briefly reported on the exam situation, the magic school he applied for, his arrangements for the past few months, and asked about the situation at home. , so there is no need to affix additional overweight stamps when handed to the post office staff.
"How many days will it take to arrive? When can I receive a reply?" Downey hasn't sent many letters in recent years. The time is different every time, so I couldn¡¯t help but ask.
The staff looked at the address on the envelope without a smile: "Normally it takes five days. As for when we will receive a reply, that is beyond our control."
Although it was sarcasm, Downey still laughed. It's rare to meet such a humorous municipal worker. This bald man is much funnier than he looks.
After Downey left, the bald staff member suddenly picked up Downey's letter and walked back. Not long after he walked away, a middle-aged man came back rubbing his belly. As he walked, he muttered: "How can you eat all at once?" Bad stomach? Oops. No, I have to go! I¡¯ll find someone to help me with it later!¡±
In the warehouse behind the post office, the bald man gently touched the envelope with his right hand, and the tightly glued opening opened naturally, revealing the letter paper inside.
"Nothing special" The bald man opened the letter and muttered to himself. At the same time, he quickly recorded something in a small notebook.
After recording, he folded the letter again, glued the opening without any flaws, then took out a seal and stamped it on the opening.
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??In a small town near Stroop Forest.
¡°Dong-dong-dong,¡± there was a knock on the door.
"Who?" A girl with flaxen hair was busy preparing dinner.
"Postman, a letter from you." A strange male voice came.
The girl was stunned for a moment. I looked out the window and saw that it was evening and there were people everywhere, so I put down my worries and opened the door: "A letter from my family? Where did it come from?"
"Rentate." The postman was an unremarkable man whose appearance was hard to remember.
"Rentate? Brother's letter!" The girl got excited, took the letter and opened it on the spot.
The postman did not stop her, but quietly looked around the room. A beetle crawled out of his trousers 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 across from him seriously: "I need to check the information of the entire town's residents."
"Yes, sir." The old mayor didn't know what happened, but he recognized the identification and coat of arms.
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Rentat Town Hall.
Several staff members were standing respectfully in front of a prominent figure.
"I need information about the entire Rentat bookstore." This big shot in a high position in a certain department of the empire said with a serious expression.
"Yes, sir." The staff responded in unison.
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?City in the Sky, Arlinge Magic Tower.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Commissioner." The arcanist guarding the magician's library stood up and saluted. Because the person who came was a committee member wearing a black fire emblem on his chest.
"According to my authority, I will access Doros's information" the affairs committee member said calmly.
"Yes, Mr. Commissioner."
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In a dimly lit palace.
"Your Highness, Downey's letter"
"Your Highness, information from the small town of Pico"
"Your Highness, the registration information of Knowledge Bookstore at the city hall"
"Your Highness, Doros' information"
Materials were placed on the mahogany desk one by one, and five slender, fair but unfeminine fingers were tapping the materials gently, elegantly, calmly and rhythmically, as if they were playing a piece of calm music.
"Born from a poor background, with average talent, not very cheerful, but with a strong character, able to work hard, and a fairly decent character. He has not been tempted by Doros' "Scroll of Death"" Following the tapping of his fingers, there was a low magnetic sound. The male voice sounded like he was talking to himself, with a strange 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 with the maintenance, and my sister is not studying Relatives, neighbors, and friends can't find any problems for the time being"
"Doros, don't think that I can't find out who is behind you. Hey, I don't care if you do other things, but if you exceed the limit and are deceived by greed" Five fingers clenched into a fist and pounded lightly. Checked out the information.
In the palace, the strange ticking sound of the second hand echoed melodiously, and behind the mahogany desk was a side-backed chair. On the chair sat a black-haired man with his left hand rubbing his chin.
In the dim light, his outline is still extremely profound, with thick and slender eyebrows, slanting into the temples, making a pair of black pupils sharp but deep. At the same time, his long legs stretch forward lazily and imagelessly, even though Even without standing up, you can imagine his height.
He pushed the information aside, opened the drawer, and looked at the letter paper inside, his expression suddenly became annoyed but not annoyed.
The letter reads:
"Lu Xiaoen, protect Lu Xiaoxi, and love your father and mother."
"Why does your gentle and elegant father always like to give us such incomprehensible nicknames using weird and peculiar pinyin methods and keep calling us!" The young man spewed out a lot of words without any pause, no longer like before. Calm and calm temperament.