A huge medieval Gothic stone castle, a huge basement space, a pool connected to the ground, and a group of mysterious people in black robes and hoods.

Claude is also one of them.

He was listening to the passionate, passionate, neurotic speech of the leader of the Order.

"Listen, they're dissatisfied, they're venting, they're roaring!"

The leader stood on a high platform by the pool, fingers pointing upward, fanatical and devoted like a madman.

"This discontent, this venting, this roar, permeating the skies over Queens, will not dissipate, will not weaken, because millions of Parisians have been abandoned, ignored, violated, trampled on!"

"Those capitalists have grabbed the biggest cake of the new century, and they are so stingy that they don't want to share even a little, just a little, just a little, just a little, just a little!"

"Don't underestimate this, in the old times they had to give alms, because individuals are innately consistent and equal."

"It's different now, individual differences can be as far away as the Himalayas and the Mariana Trench, and when the constraints have been broken, they no longer have any scruples, because we, all Muggles, have lost the power of checks and balances!"

"They are so arrogant, so greedy, so vile and bloodthirsty, they have called themselves new humans, and they want to solidify the hierarchy!"

"The noble are noble from the moment the embryo is formed, and the powerful are powerful from the moment they are born, and they want to pass on from father to son, from son to grandchild, from generation to generation, and we, all Muggles, will be their slaves forever and for generations!"

"Therefore, they control the spread of potion formulas, master all the channels through which potion materials can be circulated, and they set high costs to stifle any leakage from the cracks of their fingernails!"

"That's what they're doing, and they're almost there!"

"But they are too arrogant, too greedy, too stingy!"

"Mystery, power is not something they can monopolize with these means, and now, today, I will show you a possibility, a possibility to break all this, and let power, fire, and checks and balances return to our hands!"

"Summon!"

"Aha, a lot of the members who just joined us are uneasy!"

"You think we're summoning demons, summoning depravity and chaos!?"

"Wrong, very wrong, we are in another power that we can use, it belongs to the part of the mystery, it has always existed, from the moment of the birth of humanity!"

"It exists between reality and illusion, it has endured thousands of years, it exists in the hearts of each and every one of us, it is familiar to us, it is imagined, it is defined, it is - Spirit!"

Claude took a deep breath and restrained the churning torrent inside.

A huge commotion spread around, and every man in black looked feverishly at their leader, like a beacon of guidance.

Then Claude saw that the object he had brought out of the museum was being taken out.

It's a book from the Middle Ages to this day!

This thick book comes from medieval fantasy, when a small group of people who loved "fantasy" and were dissatisfied with reality invented something that was said to summon and communicate with mysterious things and borrow their powers, called "black magic"!

Of course, the so-called "black magic" is completely unknown so-called whispering, which is full of words and graffiti like mental patients, and since entering the modern era, research and papers on it have studied it very thoroughly, and this book [Book of Black Magic] has also entered the museum and has been exhibited for more than 100 years.

Just as science proves that witches cannot exist, but there are still legends and stories about it circulating, this [Book of Dark Arts] is also an important prop for many legends and stories, which has endured in people's hearts for a long time, and countless stories and literary works have been produced around it.

Now, is he still babbling and scribbling?

No one knows the answer better than Claude.

He is the conservator of this cultural relic, and he has been with him day and night for more than ten years.

On the high platform, the leader opened the book of dark magic, and immediately a transparent ripple appeared, spreading in an instant.

Those who were affected immediately felt a chill and a creepy hairs standing on end.

"Yes, it has power, it has been given its due status and authority, it is the Book of Dark Arts, and today we are going to use its power to open the door between reality and illusion!"

The leader became even more insane, and he laughed wildly with the book of dark magic in his hand, and Claude felt a strong jealousy and unwillingness.

That position, that glory should belong to me!

However, no one knows better than him the "taboos and side effects" of the Book of Dark Arts, which used to be of course gibberish, but now it is different, he is no longer sure.

So he joined the organization, stole the book, and gave it to the "madman" on the high platform to be a guinea pig for experiments.

"Now let's open the door between reality and illusion, summon a messenger to come out, and prove that this new power and way can be mastered by ordinary people!"

Whew!

The leader began to turn the pages quickly, and soon turned to the summoning chapter, pointed to the first line of graffiti-like text, and began to read.

It's a very "simple" evil summoning.

Located in the first chapter of the Summoning chapter.

Claude is able to recite the spells and steps of the summoning in its entirety.

However, the first word the leader spat out changed its taste, like a kind of slang, a new and mysterious language.

Claude, like everyone else, was in a trance the moment the spell appeared!

In a trance, he felt that the dissatisfaction, venting, roaring and desire that permeated the sky over Queens were like a flood that had opened the floodgates, "rushing" down, and in an instant, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, hundreds of thousands, hundreds of thousands of people cursed, roared, cried, and shouted echoed in his ears.

"Buzz!" With a bang, his brain vibrated like a string!

Then there was the boundless blood, and then the endless darkness!

Including Claude, all the men in black exploded into a foam of blood, and the leader on the high platform only had his mouth still opening and closing, and the flesh and blood on his body fell off piece by piece, his eyes were terrified to the extreme, but the mouth of the dirty blood and internal organs gushing out was still chanting incantations!

Claude miscalculated!

Everyone at the scene was so naïve.

They thought it was a cannon that was ignited.

I didn't expect it to have the effect of a nuclear bomb explosion!

Thundered!

A door, a door open at the bottom of the boiling pool appeared.

The earth began to tremble, and the sky began to mix!

A thing called an evil spirit, devouring the blood mist that permeated the scene, the whale sucked the negative emotions that permeated Queens, stretched out its confined arms, and grabbed the side of the gate!

That's it!

A dazzling star has appeared!

Under its illumination, the sun loses its sense of existence.

The evil spirit, which was about to break out of the gate, wailed: No!

Boom.

The door closed in the light of the stars, and the book of dark arts fell.

……

Sometimes, a landslide may start with the collapse of a small pebble.