Rainbow Country, Johannesburg.

Even at high latitudes, the world of Joburg is still very hot in the middle of summer, and the summer in the slums is even more difficult, not only is there no air conditioning, but even the electricity supply is not guaranteed.

Not long after arriving in the Rainbow Country, the Tibetans were almost completely integrated into the local lifestyle, bare-chested and bare-backed, replacing technological gadgets such as air conditioners with physical cooling methods.

"Uncle Jack, what's going to be for tonight?" Chubby Alger was thrilled when he saw a black Tibetan come out of the container room.

Edwin on the side was also excited, but after more than a month, Edwin, a slum boy, also had a tendency to develop towards Alger's size.

For no other reason, this Uncle Jack's cooking was so delicious, but after eating a meal, the two children, who were still wary, instantly stood in the camp of the black Tibetans.

No matter what kind of raw material it is, when it comes to Uncle Jack, it can always turn decay into magic.

Alger and Edwin were also curious to learn Uncle Jack's cooking techniques, but even if they were copied in their original form, the taste was far from comparable, and even after passing through Uncle Jack's hands, even the ingredients themselves had undergone a qualitative change.

"Eat beef, high in protein." An ugly smile hung on the cold face of the Kuro Tibetan.

"It's amazing."

Alger and Edwin clapped their palms at each other, their eyes full of eagerness.

The corners of Chubby Alger's mouth even left tears in his anger.

"Uncle Jack, we found this thing today." Edwin pulled out a thick book from his back.

The cover and the book had been badly damaged, and it was clear that the book was quite old, and the paper fiber style looked very cheap, which was something I didn't know where to find it.

The young two have become experts in urban survival, and even if they are thrown in a foreign city with a language barrier, there is a high probability that they will be able to survive well.

"Oh, it's about something."

"Magic, about the dark arts!"

Alger's rush to answer almost choked the black Tibetan.

"It's about powerful magic, and it's something that Alger and I have been trying to pull out with great difficulty." Alger's mouth is worth discussing.

John didn't reveal anything to the two of them about the identity of the Tibetans, but whether it was the child's instinct or the Tibetans' disdain to hide, the two children were convinced that the Tibetans must have mysterious powers.

"Whoa." The black Tibetans flipped through the pages casually, and the old books looked like modern prints.

It depicts a jumble of symbolic formations and explanations in English, as if to enhance the credibility of the whole book, and some Latin supplements are also written.

This kind of thing is very familiar to the black Tibetan, after all, he remembers that in his high school, the girls seemed to be very keen on constellations, tarot cards, and there were also those who were sick in the second middle school to buy some so-called professional books and study them in the classroom.

Except that the text is not an island country kana, the book in his hand looks no different from the liar book bought by the middle and second patients.

If you can master extraordinary power by reading this kind of book, then why do you need a lucky person like him?

Although the standard of living and the safety of life have been affected, the people of the black Tibetans laugh excitedly every time they think about it.

After having an inhuman talent in cooking, the Tibetan found that he liked cooking a little, just like when he was a child, he decided to become a mage not because of the influence of family tradition, but because he thought of picking up a scalpel and cutting it.

"Mr. Jack, I'm sorry for you again."

After there are no fox friends and dog friends, Van der Vaart's life has returned to its previous appearance, going outside every day to try his luck and find a job, if he can really play with fox friends and dog friends, it does have a chance to change his life, but after thinking of a few corpses that have sunk into the river, Van der Vaart put away this idea, and wants to change his life now instead of changing his life in the next life.

With Mr. Jack, a mysterious Oriental, his good days will come sooner rather than later.

Although Mr. Jack lived in seclusion, although Mr. Jack did not give birth, which greatly increased the family's expenses, but, but ...... But Mr. Jack is too powerful to get rid of him.

I can only hope that following Mr. Jack can become a human master as soon as possible and get out of this kind of rat life.

"Uncle Jack, your skills are so good, if you go to the hotel, you will definitely make a lot of money!"

The Oriental stir-fry skills of the Tibetans were beyond the knowledge of a few people, and although it is impossible to say that they can eat any bread with sawdust in the modern slums, Alger can usually eat very rudimentary.

"Recently, the security in the suburbs has been getting worse and worse." Van der Vaart said worriedly.

"We've heard about it too, and it looks like someone is missing?"

"It can't be killed, no, I guess it was organ removal."

The two children did not shy away from this kind of topic, the horrible topic of organ harvesting was not too new to them, and it was not without young people who voluntarily sold their organs in the slums.

"Fortunately, we are young, so even if we harvest organs, they probably won't look for us."

"John, you have to be careful, you look so weak, maybe you will be the next victim."

"You two little ones shut up, that's because you haven't seen me when I do it seriously, and there are not many people in the whole slum who are my opponents."

"You're going to be fine." The black Tibetan took a moment to cross Erlang's legs and gently flipped through the books in his hands.

The sun shone on the body of the black Tibetan, and he wore glasses to interpret what it means to be a Sven beast.

Sven is a real Sven, and a beast is a real beast.

"Uh, ah, thank you, Mr. Jack."

Van der Vaart smiled fearfully, Mr. Jack said this to reassure himself, but it was also a rare thing to be comforted by Mr. Jack.

Flattered, Van der Vaart looked like a Stockholm patient, and instantly felt that Mr. Jack had become a great good man like never before.

"Magic Array, you can also try it."

Putting away the printed and produced secondary two magic book, the black Tibetan walked towards his secret container with the mentality of playing.

"Squeak, squeak."

The container was filled with restless creaking sounds, and sensing the arrival of the black Tibetans, the little black insects in the box immediately quieted down.