“...... Not all. "Pen &www.biquge.info amp; Fun" replied Stobel, "and the fellows divided the manuscript into six parts, lest anyone else have it for themselves. I got four of them - you can rest assured that this time, I will guarantee that they will be completely destroyed. ”

This is not "wealth" at all...... This is a calamity that will not be dissipated.

But he didn't know why he was so honest. He had made up his mind to claim that the manuscripts had been completely destroyed in the chaos and that they would be burned before some of the Archmage Towers could get their hands on them.

"I want to take a look. Ed said.

His tone was too calm...... Calm and polite, but this is not a request.

Stobel was silent for a few moments. He had countless reasons to refuse, but for some reason he couldn't say a single one.

“...... I hope you understand the dangers. In the end, he could only say, "It is not for nothing that this evil spell has such a powerful attraction, and people with great power and wisdom are often more likely to be tempted to seek certain answers that should not be sought......"

Ed glanced at him.

"Have you seen it?" he asked.

Stobel choked.

Yes, of course he did, he had to make sure what it was...... He should have answered this with confidence, instead of being inexplicably weak-hearted and unconsciously trying to avoid Ed's gaze.

He could have destroyed them as soon as he got them...... Why didn't he do it? Was there any desire in his heart that he didn't even recognize?

"Don't worry. Ed withdrew his gaze, "I just want to confirm one of my suspicions...... That manuscript is most likely not genuine. ”

After a moment of surprise and hesitation, Stormel pulled out a carefully stowed cloth bag from his wide mage robe and pulled out a stack of yellowed pages.

"They're not exactly continuous. ”

He pushed the stack of papers off the table, his gaze involuntarily resting on it.

He didn't doubt their authenticity. Those young mages may be arrogant, but they are also very good up-and-comers in the Archmage Tower, and they should not be fooled by people like Tellina. Let alone...... They did succeed in creating a being "between life and death", the only problem being that it was not a "slave" who would be subservient to them.

She may be in bondage, but she still has free will.

Ed pulled out one of the pages - it didn't seem like he had much interest in the content.

Stobel stared at him almost intently. He wondered how Ed could tell. The young mages must have confirmed it with a spell, but the spell could only tell that the manuscript was indeed more than a hundred years old, and could not tell whose pen it came from. Of course, if Ed could recognize the handwriting—it was possible, after all, he could come and go at will, Rockburg and the Black Tower, a privilege that even Stormbell did not have—but if he could, he would have had a deep knowledge of Doron Bofford.

So...... How deep?

Ed, however, only turned his wrist into the candlelight, letting the light flow over the handwriting that was a little delicate for a king, and strangely sniffed it closer, and put down the page.

He was stunned for a moment, a slightly bitter smile tugging at his lips.

"Fake. He said.

It took a moment for Stobel to react.

He instinctively grabbed the stack of papers, but he couldn't see anything wrong.

"Ink. "Although it somehow makes it look very old, the paper is probably more than a hundred years old...... But this is the ink of the Humberlyn family. The shop is almost as old as Stonebutch City, and the ink that was once reserved for the royal family is now available for money, but the recipe is not set in stone...... The ink was filled with a spice that was light but persistent—none of the whole of Rutger until my father brought it back from Rainbow Bend. ”

Stobel froze.

"It's fake. Ed repeated slowly, "And it hasn't been faked for long. ”

“...... And you know who did it?" Stobel began.

At this moment, the look on Ed's face was not difficult to distinguish - the mage couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief for it.

“...... Yes. Ed replied softly, "Perhaps." ”

This is a rare opportunity...... When he suddenly showed vulnerability. An opportunity to fight back instead of being suppressed all the time...... The thought crossed Stobel's mind and gave it up.

"If you find an answer and you think it's shareable," he said, "...... I think I'm going to be here for a while. ”

After a brief waver, Ed had quickly regained his composure. But when he looked at the mage, there was a faint warmth in his eyes.

He nodded silently, his gaze brushing over the stack of papers.

"It's a forgery," he said, "but it's just as dangerous...... Perhaps even more dangerous. I don't object to some necromancy that might need to be researched as well, but this one is definitely not - you might as well destroy it sooner rather than later. ”

Stobel pondered for a moment, then reached out and pressed his hand against the stack of papers.

There was no fire, and there was no smoke. The pages seem to have been corroded by time itself, a little bit dark and decayed, a little shrunk and broken...... A little by little, it was reduced to ashes.

Stobel slapped the embers off his hands, relieved.

But he couldn't ignore what Ed had just said.

"You say......" he began, "'There is also a need to study it.'"

Even he unconsciously avoided that title - it was kind of ridiculous.

Ed seemed stunned before remembering what he had just said, his eyes flashed, but he didn't deny it.

"Yes. He said, "I think you know that some of the spells we use actually have similarities with necromancy, but by a different name and from a different source...... Someone once told me that magic is like a warrior's sword, and that there is no such thing as good or evil, but only how and why it is used......"

“...... Even if that power comes from hell?" Stobel couldn't help but question.

"Even if that power comes from hell. Ed replied softly, "At the end of the day...... Hell is just another world. ”

Stormbell stared at the young man, who had once been called the "Sage", and was speechless for a while.

"Anyway...... I should thank you for being so candid. In the end, he could only smile bitterly.

He sensed unspeakable danger from Ed...... but they could not see the color of darkness.

Stobel was a mage, not a priest, and the world was never black and white to him—but even he, or the most arrogant young man in the archmage tower, dared not claim that "hell is nothing but another world."

That's going to upend so many things.

- But this person's best friend is a dragon.

Maybe he shouldn't have been so surprised

He was still in a bit of a trance as Ed got up to say goodbye. However, as Ed was about to walk out the door, the mage's body suddenly tensed.

“...... Wait a minute. He said.

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