Magic Items: Spell Books;

Maker: John. Tuck;

Grade: Normal;

Quality: Yan zhòng damage;

Contents (Function): Level 1 Qi Magic "Wind Breath (Acceleration)" (the only readable one).

In just an instant, Moriarty's soul received the above message from the crystal book. Moreover, before he could react further, another invisible light suddenly lit up, and a new first-level magic "Wind Breath" immediately appeared in Moriarty's crystal spell book. Just a minute ago, as a mage's apprentice, the magic he had mastered was nothing more than a "magic arrow" taught by his mother.

"Auto-copy spellbooks?" Faced with yet another miracle unfolded by the mysterious golden shards, Moriarty was once again frightened.

According to the most basic magic knowledge, in order for a mage to successfully learn a new magic, he must first have a certain amount of mana and mental strength. It's like the power of a car engine is limited by the size of the cylinders and the capacity of the fuel tank. The larger the cylinders and fuel tanks, the more power and sustainance the car will have. Similarly, the amount of mana and mental strength required for different levels of magic are completely different. If a mage is not strong enough but tries to learn by skipping a level or performing a higher level of advancement, the possible consequences are a mana countercurrent explosion or schizophrenic death. Only when the mage's mana and mental strength meet the needs of the new magic can the mage officially start the learning journey.

In addition to the two hardware indicators of mana quota and spiritual strength, the learning of every spell is inseparable from the study of magic theory.

Any magic, from the simplest level 1 magic to the legendary level 5 magic, has its own trajectory and structure pattern. Moreover, the higher the level of magic, the more complex its structure and the more difficult it is to perform.

When a mage learns a new spell, he must analyze and understand every magic trajectory and every energy structure until he completely understands it and finally memorizes it in his mind.

Finally, the mage is required to record the magic they have learned into their spellbook. This is the final and most crucial step in learning magic. Only by burning the learned magic into one's own spell book can it be considered truly accomplished, and only then can it be freely used in the future. Otherwise, you can only suffocate in your head, empty of theories and unable to operate.

But now, the crystal spell book that was transformed from golden shards combined with the spell book of the dead mother Helen was able to read a spell book that was almost destroyed beyond recognition, and burned and memorized the spells that were still intact in it. This is simply unimaginable for the mages of this world. Come to think of it, even the most powerful angels or demons don't have such abilities.

Moriarty stood in front of his desk for a long time before he slowly came to his senses.

Struggling to calm his breath, Moriarty closed his eyes and meditated for a moment.

Suddenly, Moriarty was seen to gently chant the incantation, and at the same time his hands were linked to make a series of special spell casting gestures. After a few seconds, an invisible wind suddenly blew in the study. Then, a whirlwind of light lit up on Moriarty's body.

At this moment, Moriarty opened his eyes and jumped slightly upward. In an instant, Moriarty soared more than three meters into the air. If it weren't for the high ceiling design of Moriarty's study, I am afraid that Moriarty's forehead would have been in close contact with the ceiling.

"Copy... Burn... Cast..."

Falling back onto the soft carpet, Moriarty burst out laughing silently.

Although he didn't know why his crystal spell book had such ungodly powers, Moriarty was certain that it would take him much less time to learn magic than ordinary mages in the future. …,

With the Crystal Spell Book, even if the high-level magic can be touched by oneself once, it means that the whole thing can be copied and burned. As long as Moriarty's mana and mental strength can keep up, he can instantly learn and cast a completely unfamiliar magic.

Of course, simply copying and burning does not make Moriarty a truly powerful mage, and a simple hard copy may not even be able to exert half of the power of the spell, so the necessary theoretical habits and structural memory are also very necessary.

After a long time, finally calming down, Moriarty reappeared and set her eyes on the desk.

At this moment, Moriarty once again stretched out his left hand and touched several other magic items. Unfortunately, they still can't be included in the Crystal Book. It seems that the remaining props have indeed been damaged quite badly, and they are no longer even magical items.

"Perhaps, it's time to seriously consider Bracada." Moriarty sat back in his chair and let out a long sigh, stunned.

After about an hour, Moriarty retrieved the damaged prop into the wooden box, then opened the door and walked out of the study, onto the star-sprinkled lawn.

"Young Master, do you need a cup of ivy leaves?" The old butler was a little strange that the young master behaved differently from his usual behavior, and quickly followed, and at the same time beckoned the maid Nanni to fetch a cloak and tie it for Moriarty.

"Thank you, Hugo." Moriarty turned back to the butler and smiled, "Let's have a drink of Lester tonight." ”

"Okay, young master." The old butler also smiled.

Since starting her daily meditation, Moriarty hasn't tasted this purely alcoholic drink for a long time.

Soon, a valet came out of the building with a silver platter. Topped was a crystal glass with ice cubes, and a bottle of Reste filled with a dark red liquid.

The old butler poured half a glass of wine, and Moriarty took it and drank it all.

"Hugo, tonight's night is really quiet." Savoring the aftertaste on his taste buds and the icy flame in his chest, Moriarty looked up and smiled.

"Ivy autumn nights are always so quiet, young master." The old butler said.

"Yes, my mother must be reluctant to leave because of such a beautiful autumn night." Moriarty lifted the empty cup, and the old butler refilled it with a small half-cup.

"I remember that when Madame first arrived at the estate that year, it was also on an autumn evening. Hehe, it's like it happened yesterday. The old butler nodded, and looked at Moriarty serenely.

"Yes, it seems that the qiē has just begun, and the qiē seems to have just ended." Moriarty took another sip and turned to Hugo.

"Young Master..."

"Hehe, okay, I'm nothing." Seeing that the old butler looked at him with some concern, Moriarty smiled again and shook his head: "By the way, have you arranged tomorrow's trip?" ”

"Yes, it's all ready." The old butler nodded and said, "Tomorrow morning at eight o'clock, the journey is expected to take seven hours, and we will arrive at Windsor Castle at about three o'clock in the afternoon." The dinner will start around 8 p.m. ”

"Yes, okay." Moriarty nodded, "Please arrange a horse for me." ”

"Young master, if you don't take a carriage for a long journey of seven hours..."Hugo immediately persuaded.

And, based on Moriarty's previous experience, he had never had such a long "driving experience".

"Put the gifts in the carriage." Moriarty waved his hand and insisted on his opinion: "By the way, what is our gift?" ”

"It's a set of knight's armor from the royal capital and a large portrait of the 'Griffon's Heart'." The old butler replied.

I have to say, this is a pretty solid gift.

The price of a set of knight's armor can almost buy an ordinary village in the Kingdom of Erathia, not to mention the high-quality armor created by the excellent craftsmen of the royal capital, there is no way, and ordinary local nobles can't buy it at all.

The full-length portrait of "Griffon's Heart" refers to the founding king of the kingdom, Griffin. Portrait of Hart. This portrait of Moriarty had been mentioned by the Baron thirty years ago, and was the work of the famous painter and sculptor of the kingdom thirty years ago. One of Bell's masterpieces. The Ensberg family also spent a lot of money to buy it from a ruined nobleman in another county.

Because Viscount Salk is a well-known admirer of Griffon's Heart, coupled with his own status as an eighth-level knight, it is both decent and right for the master to give such a gift.