Hill endured the restlessness in his heart, hypocritically sent Sotur and Thun to the door, could no longer hide the excitement in his heart, and turned and walked to the study.

What's in that book?

Is it the legendary Nether Scroll, the Book of Ten Thousand Spells, or a token of the devil's seduction of mortals?

Come on, tempt me!

As long as you give me what I want! Don't say it's a soul, what if I sell my fortune to you!

He only took two steps, and he couldn't hold back the ecstasy in his heart, and rushed to the study with excited legs.

Behind him, the heavy gate squeaked shut, like an evil beast, smiling and closing the bloody mouth.

Ciel rushed into the study, eagerly opening the crudely magic book on his desk.

Open it.

Nothing, nothing happened.

It was still in the same crude handwriting, with some farmer's delusions written on it.

Hill flipped the pages in a panic.

"How could it be?!How could there be nothing?!"

"Are you saying that I'm a fifth-level mage and have hallucinations?"

"How can that be an illusion! How can those mysteries, those knowledge, be hallucinations!"

Hill closed the book, panting and pressing it, staring at the rough cover and growling.

"Didn't you already pick me!"

"Aren't you just a devil?"

"Come on, sign a contract with me, I'll give you my soul, and I'll sell my life to you!"

Hill's hopeful ferocity opens the book again!

Nothing happened.

On the apprentice's magic book, there are still only those ridiculous pictures.

"Ahh

"How could a stupid miller's son become a first-class mage in just half a year. Who else but you!"

"You came to me, why didn't you talk to me!"

"Isn't my qualification as good as that lowly mud leg?!"

The mysterious gate that was close at hand suddenly disappeared, and who could handle this kind of loss? .

Hill, who had lost hope, angrily tore the book to shreds, tearing off pages and throwing them into the air.

"Come out, come out!"

"You come out for me!"

"You damn bitch, get out of here!"

An entire book is torn to shreds by a mad Hill, and still nothing happens.

Hill slumped in his chair.

A little, let out a nervous chuckle.

"My talent is 10,000 times that of these fools! My ancestor was only a fifth-level mage in his life! I have already become a fifth-level mage!"

"I'm ten thousand times smarter than those geniuses!"

"Why doesn't anyone want to teach me!"

"You don't even look down on me with a book!"

"What does the matter of my ancestors' time have to do with me!

"You're the one who made me like this!"

"When I become a legend, I'm going to kill you all!"

"Kill them all!"

Ciel roared.

This roar of grief and indignation came to an abrupt end.

He opened his mouth wide and looked at the table in amazement.

The shredded book, torn by him, appeared on the table intact.

Hill pounced again in ecstasy, eagerly opening it.

Nothing, still, a manuscript written by a farmer.

He didn't believe it, and eagerly continued to flip back.

Nothing.

The ridiculous remarks of the miller, mocking him like a joke.

The crazy Hill finally calmed down.

Since the book can be restored on its own, there must be something wrong.

Hallucinations are unlikely to occur twice.

What he saw in the book before must be true.

Hill straightened his clothes, returned to the noble and elegant posture of a noble mage, and bowed respectfully to the book.

"I'm sorry to show you the rude side of the underbelly. ”

The book finally responds to him, low, rich, and playful.

"You don't need to be sorry, I had a lot of fun. ”

Ciel's eyes froze, and he became more humble.

A talking book, not an ordinary curiosity.

"It is an honor to be able to make such a great being as happy as you. ”

Unexpectedly, the voice whispered affectionately in his ear like a demon.

"No, Ciel. You don't need to be so humble. ”

"You are unique, special, unique. ”

The tone was so affirmative and fiery that it was like the temptation of the devil.

Even if Hill keeps telling himself that he must not believe the other party's nonsense, he can't help but move.

Maybe someone would be embarrassed to accept the affirmation and praise of others, but that was definitely not Hill.

Yes, if I wasn't special, unique, and I could have reached the pinnacle of my ancestors' lives at such a young age?

This unknown and mysterious existence will abandon the lowly miller's son to find him?

"What should I call you by your name?"

"A book, if you need it, call me the Book of Destiny. ”

"The Book of Destiny?"

Hill repeated in a daze.

The goddess of fate died tens of thousands of years ago, and there has never been such a related wonder in history.

Except for the tablet of destiny used by the gods of God to record the priesthood, nothing dares to have anything to do with the word fate.

Who would dare to compete for an inheritance with the two daughters of Taiki, the goddess of fate?

Not to mention that the eyes will be retribution, the mighty and terrifying lady of doom. Even if the goddess of luck Tymorrah no longer pays attention to you, it is enough for you to be blessed.

Where did this book come from, dare to call itself the book of destiny.

Or is it really, a relic of the goddess of fate?

"You chose me, but what can I do for you?"

The Book of Destiny chuckled mysteriously.

"No, no. ”

"Since I call it the Book of Destiny, I am naturally here to change your fate. ”

"Tell me, what do you want?"

Even if the tone of the Book of Destiny was so flat, it made Hill's heart beat faster.

Change my destiny......

Is it to get me out of this mire of misery and guide me in the right direction?

"I ...... I think...... I want to get ...... Want to get ......"

Can he choose his own fate?

Hill stared straight at the book of fate, panting heavily, his mouth open and dry.

He had no doubt that the book was true.

Just give him the secrets he sees, and just that part of it, he will be confident that he is no longer the Baron Douglas who is interned here.

I don't want to trap him in this quagmire again!

"I want to get it, the endless mysteries. ”

The Book of Fate whispered softly, seductively, to him.

"I grant your humble request. ”

"Open me and find what you want!"

Excited, uncontrollable, Hill reached for the book and pressed it on his shady cowhide cover.

Before opening it, Hill asked suddenly.

"What do you want from me? my soul?"

The voice chuckled lowly.

"What is the meaning of the soul? There are more things than the soul are interesting. ”

"I don't need you to make any deal with me. ”

"But you will find that you will always lose more than you gain. ”

It turns out that he is still a devil.

Hill didn't care, and resolutely opened the book.

"The devil is as honest as it is written, and the temptation to seduce mortals cannot be refused. ”

"I don't even want my soul, I'm not afraid of death, what am I afraid of losing?"

Countless mystical truths, wonderful worlds, and powerful spells emerge from within.

The whirling eye of the evil spirit was deeply imprinted in his eyes.

In the quiet study, the Book of Destiny suddenly walked out of an evil flame giant.

More affectionately than his favorite lover, he looked at Hill affectionately.

"There are many more painful things than death. ”

"Ciel, President. (To be continued)

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