"Hugo, send one for me."

An hour later, this little breakfast will come to an end.

After listening to Rupp's caravan report, Moriarty finally gave a relatively positive and approving attitude. This also made the caravan director Rupp breathe a sigh of relief.

"Then I'll take my leave, Sir. Thank you again for your generous hospitality. Rup saluted Moriarty respectfully, and then, humbly exiting the Swan Room, led by the butler.

Seeing Rupp off, Moriarty also left the dining table and returned to his private study.

There, the wooden box that Rupp had brought with him had been placed safely in a corner of the room.

"You all go out. Sue Hugo, don't disturb me before dinner. Moriarty walked into the study, looked at the well-wrapped box, and waved his hand.

The servant then gently closed the door and exited.

Sitting down behind his desk, Moriarty did not rush to open the box, but took out the reply letter from the far south.

The envelope was gently placed on the desk, and the silver starlight on the royal blue cover was mysterious and brilliant, as if it were starry in the night sky.

Moriarty looked at the envelope, and a magical power came clearly and unambiguously from the desk.

"Looks like this Uncle Schmidt wants to test my weight."

Moriarty smiled, calmed her breath, and held out her fingers to lift the envelope.

At the same moment, I saw a faint light between Moriarty's fingers, but not like the blue and silver light on the cover, but a crystal-like crystal.

"Huh."

When the brilliance of the two magic converged, suddenly, the royal blue envelope flickered slightly, and then the seal that had been sealed so that no gaps were revealed automatically unfolded, revealing a piece of white letter paper in it.

"Hehe, interesting uncle." Moriarty withdrew his magic, and his fingers and envelopes dimmed.

Then, pulling out the letter, Moriarty read it directly.

"Hello my nephew, Moriarty! It is a pleasure to hear from you, although the letter from the Ivy Manor, also from a few months ago, grieved me and is still difficult to reconcile. Eighteen years ago, Helen traveled on a travels. I thought it wouldn't be a year before I saw my sister again. However, fate arranged for her to gain her love, family, husband, and son in Erathia. As an older brother, although I have missed my sister because of her distance, I have no complaints when I think of Helen being able to live happily in that beautiful country. Even if Helen has essentially given up her mage status and is willing to be an ordinary nobleman. ”

"Hehe, willing to be an ordinary nobleman?" Reading this, Moriarty couldn't help but smile.

It can be seen that his uncle Schmidt is a great magical chauvinist, and there seems to be a natural contempt for professions other than mages, including nobles.

Leaning his back more comfortably in his chair, Moriarty continued reading.

"In your letter, it says that you are already a mage apprentice. I am sincerely pleased and proud of this. It seems that the flashy and boring life has not killed your inquisitive heart. ”

"Of course, please forgive me for the little settings I made on the envelope. If you have learned to meditate, mastered a first-level spell, and become a true mage apprentice under Helen's test, then I don't think these small settings will stump you at all. After all, the magic envelope is the most basic thing for any mage, including a mage apprentice. But if you panic, then I have to say that you will not be able to read my reply. Even, the brutal dismantling may trigger some adverse reactions and teach you a small lesson. Fortunately, none of this qiē seems to have happened. ”…,

"A little lesson...," Moriarty shrugged as he looked at the envelope on the table again.

"As for what you proposed, I hope I can give you remote guidance on correspondence magic, I have to say, this is impossible. I can't imagine any future for a mage apprentice who taught himself only guò letters and books. My dear nephew, if you really want to go on the path of glorious magic, then please come to Bracada. Only here can you become a supreme mage and make Helen and I truly proud of you. ”

"Sure enough." Moriarty nodded.

At the end of the letter, Uncle Schmidt also made a point of mentioning the mint black tea.

"I have tasted your ivy leaves, and it is true that as you say, it has many benefits for recovering from fatigue and relaxing the body. I bought all thirty pounds this time, and I hope to bring some more when the caravan comes back next time. Of course, as you ask, I will keep this secret. ”

This is the end of the letter.

At the end of the inscription, Uncle Schmidt ends with a magical signature that constantly sprays a little bit of light.

"Uncle Schmidt..."

After reading the letter, Moriarty folded the letter again and put it down. Then sit down in a chair and think.

It was about half an hour before Moriarty got back to his feet, this time in front of the sealed wooden box.

Grabbing a sharp paper cutter from the table, Moriarty bent down to unwrap the sealed packaging on the wooden box. Then, insert the key presented by Rupp into the bronze lock hole on the front of the box and twist it slightly.

"Click." In the sound of the spring beating, the lid of the wooden box automatically and slowly pops up.

Moriarty then looked down and saw that the inside of the box was properly divided into two layers.

The upper floor is not very large, taking up only about a fifth of the box, but it is filled with a thick, soft layer of red velvet. On the velvet padding, there are two booklets stacked on top of each other and tied tightly with a cross ribbon.

On the lower floor of the box, there are five or six strange-looking, dilapidated and defective magic props, which are obviously the "old goods" that were packed and purchased from the underground market.

Ignoring the magic items below, Moriarty picked up the two booklets first.

"The Theory of First-Class Spells" and "Elementary Alchemy Guide", the titles of the books written in Bracada are clearly displayed on the somewhat yellowed pages.

It can be seen that these are two hand-copied magic books that have been around for some time. Although it has been a long time since the book was written, there are still faint magical fluctuations that can be revealed from the book.

"Manuscript magic books, no wonder they are so expensive." Moriarty sighed as she rubbed the book cover lightly.

It's been a while since I've been in this new world, and all the books Moriarty has seen are manuscripts. Whether it is the large collection of books in the baron's study, or some novels in his own study, they are all copied by hand.

Obviously, the so-called printing press did not appear in the New World. Therefore, books are undoubtedly very expensive for the residents here. And the price of magic books copied by mages is even more prohibitively high.

The two books, which together were only three inches thick, sold for as much as 1,200 bracada gold coins, and they were not sold by non-lawyers. Faced with such a high price of knowledge, Moriarty could only shake his head and smile bitterly. It is no wonder that Uncle Schmidt faintly looks down on nobles, perhaps in the eyes of the mage, the net worth of an ordinary nobleman is no different from that of a commoner.

But no matter what, with the help of Cousin Haiyna, who suddenly appeared, Moriarty still got what she wanted.

"Perhaps, when Rupp sets out again before winter, he can bring some gifts to this cousin." With that in mind, Moriarty untied the ribbon and separated the two magic booklets. …,

After that, Moriarty stayed in his study for the whole day, and it was not until Hugo, the butler, came up and knocked on the door before sunset, that Moriarty put down the two booklets that he had read roughly, and walked out of the room.

"Young master, do you want a cup of tea first?"

Moriarty looked a little haggard as he walked out of the study.

Although it was only a cursory glance without explanation, it still consumed a lot of Moriarty's spirit and mana. Unlike ordinary reading, reading magic books requires mana, and a mishandled one may even cause all kinds of accidental harm to the reader. It is in response to this situation that Bracada prohibits the sale of magic books to people other than mages.

"Yes, Hugo. Have a cup of ivy leaves, and be thicker. Moriarty nodded, cheering up.

"Yes, young master." Hugo immediately arranged for the servants to make tea.

Dinner moriarty was simple, a few slices of white bread, a roast chicken and a plate of creamy chickpeas. Of course, mint tea is served directly as a drink for dinner.

After the meal, after a short rest, Moriarty returned to his study.

This time, however, Moriarty didn't continue to read the magic books. The continuous morning and afternoon study had exhausted him. The so-called desire to be quick but not to achieve, Moriarty understands this simple truth very well.

In addition, the two magic books had been included in the crystal book without fail, and Moriarty could read and study them at any time.

Putting down the magic book for a moment, Moriarty shifted his gaze back to the power box. There, worn-out magic props still lay quietly.

Walking to the wooden box, Moriarty carefully picked up the tray at the bottom of the box and placed them all on the desk.

A "teapot" with a missing lid and a leaky bottom, a broken green sword, a brass pocket watch that no longer moves, a five-star badge that is only half left, a tattered pocket tent, and a "book" that seems to have been scorched by lightning and blackened to the point where it is impossible to see its contents.

"These things..."Looking at the "magic props" on the table, Moriarty wanted to laugh but couldn't.

Sure enough, it was a bargain bought in a pile, and each piece was damaged beyond any worse. It seems impossible to find one or two magic items that can still be used. Moreover, based on Moriarty's current magic and alchemy prowess, it would be tantamount to a fool's dream to repair any damaged magic item completely.

However, Cousin Haiyna's original purpose was just to let Moriarty find the most basic feeling from these damaged props.

"Teapot... Broken Sword... Pocket watch... There are only two and a half stars left of the five-star badge... Broken tents... Book...? Book?! ”

Just as Moriarty was holding the five props in his hand one by one and looking at them, suddenly, when he had just touched his finger to the charred "book" at the end, the crystal book in his soul suddenly throbbed.

With a flick of thought, Moriarty frowned.

"Huh."

An invisible light flashed, and the blackened book had disappeared from the desk without a trace.