“...... What can I pursue?"

Ed paused, trying not to reveal too much irony in his tone, but it was a bit difficult, "Jay Ilan left the ** Division Tower decades ago, and when did Black Sail occupy the Gate of the Wind......"

He couldn't go on.

"I'm sure we'll get an answer soon. Stormbell took it calmly, "In any case, for Riversinger to suffer such a misfortune, the ** Master Tower is more or less responsible, I know very little about the Black Sail Pirates and necromancy, if I can get the help of two adults......"

"I would be grateful. ”

Ed was finally able to say it calmly, even if the curvature of Tooms's lips hurt from the bottom of his heart.

He didn't come to declare war...... At least not yet.

"I have sent someone to inform the lord of the city, and we will meet as soon as possible to discuss how to deal with those pirates. Tumus lowered his eyes and straightened the folds of his cuffs, "Given that the two of you are the ones who know the most about the situation......

"Always at your command. Stobel bowed slightly.

Ed bowed his head silently, though he doubted what would be left of the Gates of the Winds when the ships of Neo City sailed with warriors and mages on board.

"As for your father...... "Toombs spread his hands, "I beg your pardon for not being able to do anything...... Necromancy is absolutely forbidden in the ** Division's Tower, and I'm afraid I'm going to have a hard time finding someone who can undo the spell cast by Jao Ilan. ”

Ed hadn't counted on that either.

"Is it just a lost soul?" asked Verona, nonchalantly.

It's just that?

Ed's eyebrows twitched.

“...... It should be, my lord. Stobel looked at Ed, who was speechless, and could only answer on his behalf.

Verona tilted her head and thought for a moment, then slowly stood up.

"Follow me, kid. He said.

Ed looked unconsciously at Stobel, and the old mage had already stepped into the shelves.

Stobel nodded slightly, and Ed followed. The two mages who were thrown down looked at each other, and they looked away, they knew each other too well, and when no one else was present, even the void and the snake became unnecessary.

It took a long time for Tumus to laugh dryly.

"The old man liked him. He said, "Congratulations." ”

Stobel grimaced and didn't respond. He knew it wasn't gibberish...... He just wasn't sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing.

The staircase leading to the upper floor is hidden behind bookshelves. Ed didn't know why the old mage had to drag his staggering steps up instead of using spells or something...... But he still subconsciously reached out and held the old man's arm.

Through the thick robe, he could feel that the arm was dry and hard like a wooden stick, so thin that his hands were clumsy, and a chill involuntarily ran up his spine, but he couldn't let go anymore.

The old man glanced at him. The meaning of the look was uncertain, and Ed didn't bother to guess. He was ridiculously stupid compared to these old people who were about to turn into monsters...... It's a pity that this is not something that any spell can change.

They climbed to the top. It was a laboratory in Verona, but it looked more like a giant cavern, with countless gems growing on a high dome that were growing, not setting, even though they could not have grown together in the first place.

Clusters of amethysts are bordered by rough brown conglomerates with a hint of shiny diamond grains, grayish rhyolite wrapped around dark red nematolite, and a pale green topaz pegmatite......s pegmatite

It's not beautiful, but it's a miracle, and the dwarves will probably be fascinated.

In comparison, everything that remains is pretty ordinary. There are also tall cacti, and there are also rows and rows of bookshelves stretching out into the darkness. The gray curtains were drawn tightly, the huge wooden table was jammed with all kinds of materials and tools, and there was a strange smell in the dull air that irritated his nostrils, and Ed endured and endured, but he couldn't help but let out an earth-shattering sneeze.

The atmosphere instantly became a little awkward. Ed rubbed his nose, and suddenly realized that the mage's big cloaks were actually quite useful things, in addition to pretending to be mysterious, such as hiding their blushing faces at such times.

He could hear Verona's gasping low laughter, but he could only pretend not to hear it.

There was only one chair as large as a bed, dug out of a single thick piece of wood, piled with fluffy pillows and soft fur. Ed helped the old man to sit down, watched him retract into the pillow like a child, breathed a sigh of satisfaction, and his expression suddenly relaxed even for a moment.

Then he waved his hand. There was a sound between the shelves, as if some animal was scurrying about, and a moment later a thick, black-skinned book rushed like a dog with a happy child, and crashed into Ed's arms.

Ed was knocked back two steps, and his ribs ached.

"I don't think you're comfortable sending your father here. Verona said, "Then try it yourself." ”

He said it lightly, and Ed's heart beat like a drum as he looked down at the barely legible silver handwriting on the book cover.

"Book of the Dead. He said, his mouth dry and so shocked that he could barely hold it, "This is the Book of the Dead...... You give me the Book of the Dead?"

Compared to the old man in front of him, he was definitely unheard, but he had also heard of the Book of the Dead, and even Icabold had mentioned it, and even the Book of the Dead that he longed for...... It is the most rigorous record of necromancy handed down from the darkest of times, and no one knows who its author is, and no one can deny its authority.

Legend has it that it is cursed, and when you place your hand on its black cover, endless darkness seeps into your soul and you can't break free.

Ed's hands were shaking, but he hadn't dropped the book to the ground.

His panicked and incredulous look seemed to please the old man, making him laugh out loud again. There was almost a childish hint in that laughter.

"Don't worry. He said, "It won't bite you and turn your blood and soul black." ”

Ed took a deep breath and tried to compose himself.

He didn't know what it was, whether it was teasing, seduction, or temptation...... He didn't like any of them.

"Did you ever send it to Jay Ilan like that?"

He could barely control his anger when he said this.

"Nope. Verona replied calmly, "He was just a low-ranking apprentice at that time...... He doesn't even have the qualifications to get here. ”

"So, I should feel honored?" asked Ed, gritting his teeth.

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