Early the next morning, Dylan walked out of the town alone, set a simple trap on a nearby hillside, and placed a little food on top of the trap to wait for the prey to take the bait.

This time, Dylan prepares to capture a field possum. Because this rat is extremely greedy and easy to catch, the vegetables and fruits grown by farmers are often eaten by field opossums.

Because of this, farmers hate field opossums, so they often hunt them on a large scale. However, this rat is very reproductive, so it often begins to flood again soon after being killed.

Dylan finished laying the trap and quickly ran off to the distance to watch. He hid behind a large tree and watched from afar on the dirt slope.

It didn't take long for the tempting scent of the bait to attract a fat field opossum, which did not rush to the location of the bait, but left its front feet on the ground and stood up to look around.

Dylan couldn't help but curse in his heart for being cunning, it seems that this field opossum is quite vigilant.

After a long time, the field opossum still did not let down his guard, and Dylan was a little anxious at this time. He couldn't wait to run up and arrest him directly.

At this moment, another field oculus also ran over, and as soon as the two big rats met, they began to bite for food.

Seeing that the opportunity was not to be missed, Dylan was immediately ready to rush up and grab the two voracious field possums together. But no one expected that the two voles were biting and hugging each other and fell into the trap.

Dylan was overjoyed and hurriedly stepped forward to check. saw two foodies, who fell into a deep pit at this time, and were still fighting.

"Hehe, since you took the initiative to send it to the door, then you're welcome!" Dylan immediately took out the cage prepared in advance and loaded the two field opossums into it.

It was only then that the two unlucky little ones realized that something was wrong, but it was too late. Dylan returned to the tree with the cage in his hand, ready to test the effects of the three magic spells he had just learned.

Seeing that there was no one around, Dylan immediately sat up straight and prepared to start the experiment.

He concentrated his mental strength and recited the first sentence to one of the field possums. After reciting the mantra, the field opossum froze in place, and after a long time, it began to resume its activity, and left a puddle of pale yellow liquid on the ground, which should have been urine. It was clearly frightened and tried to break out of its cage and escape.

Dylan was stunned: "What kind of magic is this?

Dylan thought about it and finally named the magic "Shock" for the time being, because the field possum was scared to pee.

"Let me take a break and let me see the effect of the second spell. ”

Dylan set his eyes on the other possum that was clutching at the cage, and his mind was highly focused, and then he recited a second magic spell. As soon as the incantation was finished, the field opossum heard a high-pitched cry and began to scurry around in the cage, and finally lay on the ground, his legs twitching. Soon after, the mouse foamed at the mouth, apparently not alive.

Dylan froze, how lethal this spell was, he remembered that it was he who had used it when he faced the strange black wolf. However, the black wolf seemed to have only been traumatized and did not die so quickly.

"It seems that the lethality of this magic should have a lot to do with the strength and size of the enemy. Moreover, there do not seem to be obvious injuries on the body surface of the field opossum, and it seems that the internal organs should have been affected. That's going to call it a disease for the time being. ”

Dylan thought for a moment, then looked again at the field possum, which had recovered more or less well. "Little guy, I'm really sorry, for the sake of my magician career, you can sacrifice again!"

With that, Dylan focused his mental power on the poor big rat and then recited the third incantation.

As soon as the spell ended, I saw a somewhat hideous wound on the back of the field opossum, and even its bones could be seen. The poor creature let out a scream of pain and kept ramming inside the cage.

"What is this? I didn't hurt it with any weapon at all, why did he have an extra wound on his back?" but Dylan soon realized that the magic he had cast was a terrible weapon in itself.

"Let's call it Rip for now. With that, Dylan was ready to open the cage and let the screaming field possum go.

At this moment, a familiar voice sounded behind him: "If you let it go like this, it won't survive." Such a wound would soon become infected, and within three days, the poor little fellow would die.

Dylan was taken aback, and quickly looked back to see that it was Stephen, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. He experimented with the three magic spells he had learned today, not wanting anyone to know about them. But judging from the feeling of getting along in the past few days, Dylan still trusts Stephen.

Stephen came to Dylan's side, saw the painful field possum in the cage, sighed, and then took out an unknown packet of powder, and sprinkled it on the wound on the field possum's back.

When the powder first touched the wound, the field opossum screamed even more miserably, but soon it quieted down, and the pain seemed to lessen a lot.

Stephen then opened the cage and let the unprovoked rat go.

"Do you know what kind of magician you are?" asked Stephen, looking at Dylan.

Dylan shook his head blankly: "I don't know." All I know is that I can't sense fire, water, light, wind, and earth magic stones. ”

Stiren patted the remaining powder from his injury: "Of course, because you don't belong to these five systems, you belong to the shadow system that has been banned from use!"

"Shadows?" Dylan had never seen in a book about the so-called shadow magic.

Stephen said, "Yes. It's just that more than ten years ago, shadow magic was recognized by the Wizards Association as evil magic, a force from hell, so it was completely banned at that time! At that time, many books and records about shadow magic were destroyed by the Wizards Association. ”

Dylan casually touched his chest, and his heart suddenly changed. "It's no wonder that this code has been burned, and my mother must have found a way to save it. ”

"However, my mother is obviously a Holy Light mage, so why would she risk keeping a copy of the Shadow Codex?"

But soon, Dylan realized another problem and immediately asked, "Since dark magic was banned more than a decade ago, how do you know this?"

You know, Stephen is only eleven years old this year, and he has been living in the city of North Wind, how did he know so much information about dark magic?