It's not that someone is urging him, John is afraid that he will not remember the agreement with someone for the rest of his life.

"Hey, hey! You stinky boy, you said you would be back in a few days, but you haven't been here for almost a week! Get out of here!! ”

The violent knock on the door made John, who was writing his best work in the study, endure this noise, opened the window, the weather outside was not yet clear, equivalent to early in the morning, John yelled at Angel who was shouting outside the door: "You are noisy, hurry up and shut up for me!" ”

As John's master, Anglo couldn't bear John's disrespectful salute to his master, so he immediately jumped into the window of the study, and before John could speak, he immediately beat him up in a terrible way, until he adjusted John's fist into a pig's head and begged for mercy before letting go.

"It's not big or small, you really think I don't dare to beat you!"

Dropping John in his hand, Anglo walked to the desk protected by John, which was full of white paper with handwriting written on it, and picked it up at random to look at it, although he didn't quite understand it, all kinds of symbols and handwriting of unknown meaning, but Anglo probably still misunderstood what it was written, it looked like something about a spell explanation or something.

"Master, just give me a week, a week!"

John, who had climbed up from the floor and finally straightened up, said.

didn't answer, and after picking up a few pages and continuing to read, Anglo spoke up: "Well, okay, don't take it as an example, I'm giving you a week, it's as fast as possible to finish it as soon as possible, I don't like to wait so long in the same place." ”

"Thank you, master!"

John didn't think about why Anglo agreed, anyway, people just agreed, and it was the top priority to work overtime to complete it in a hurry, and after a simple thank-you roar, John returned to his post to continue to struggle, and the sound of writing sounded in the study, he seemed to have entered a state of self-forgetfulness, and he didn't even pay attention to Anglo watching from the side.

Anglo sighed, then withdrew his eyes, jumped out the window, and returned along the road.

This new disciple may be a genius, Anglo thought to himself as he walked along the road.

A week later, John, who worked overtime without rest, finally ended when the last character was drawn after spending another week, looking at the thick pile of white paper on the desk that was almost one meter high and full of handwriting, John breathed a sigh of relief for no reason, and the two weeks were finally done, and the next thing was to compile these blank papers into the appearance of a book, but considering that the one-meter-high books, whether they were moved or used, it was very inconvenient, so John thought about it carefully, It was decided to divide this pile of blank paper into five volumes.

Although it is still very thick, it has reached the point where it is easy to read, John, who spent an early morning tidying up, looked at the five thick books on the desk with black covers and showed a happy expression, and the last step was to name it, what is the name?

"Tiffany Training Handbook 1"? Or is it the plain name "Spell Truth 1"? Otherwise, the domineering "Five Ways to Teach You to Become a Super Mage 1"?

In the end, among the three names that he painstakingly came up with, John chose the low-key and simple "Truth of Spells 1", because there are five volumes in total, so they are divided into Truth of Spells 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5 according to the order.

Such a thick book should be able to cope with the five-year gap in his absence, and Tiffany can study on her own with these five books.

But John seemed to have forgotten a little, and after naming the book, he felt as if his body had been evacuated in all directions, and it was only for a moment that he could not really feel this feeling, and as soon as his eyes went black, he fell to the ground with a pop.

………

When John woke up, he found himself sleeping on the bed, his tired eyes were heavy, he tried to move his fingers, but the fingers that received the command moved slightly, he found that he even had a hard time lifting his arms, his body seemed to be pressed with invisible weight, and his body felt inexplicably uncomfortable, and for hundreds of years, John felt a feeling called prostration for the first time in a long time.

Vaguely, John seemed to feel that something in his body was slowly sucking away the magic power in his body, including spiritual power, little by little, and every point produced would be ruthlessly sucked away, and where it was sucked in, John didn't know.

It took a while for John to let his arm move, and after a constant struggle, John was finally able to move his body to a minimum, but the shit-like discomfort had not gone away, making John extremely uncomfortable.

For the sake of physical safety, he first checked whether there was anything attached to the surface of the body, such as this case, most of the ghosts were made by some parasites, they would frantically squeeze the host's power, and unknowingly let the host die due to strength exhaustion, although John didn't think that any parasite could not be afraid of him, the undead dared to suck him, but it was always right to be careful.

But after searching all over his body, John found that there was nothing on his body, even the skin was off, and he didn't find anything when he carefully examined the skeleton, which means that parasites can be ruled out.

Putting back on his skin, John sat on the edge of the bed, sorting out his weak thoughts, trying to make himself think of a solution, but after thinking about it, he couldn't come up with a reason for using his knowledge, and falling into this unknown situation made John very anxious, and he punched the bed angrily.

Seeing that the bed was not broken, John became more and more angry, and even his physical strength was deprived?!

"Did you find the reason?"

I don't know when Anglo appeared in front of the window, he stepped into the window with one foot, stepped on the floor, and looked at John uncharacteristically and seriously.

John glanced at him, shook his head and said a little discouraged: "No, it's too weird, it's not a curse like magic and magic, it's not the effect of some poisons, not even parasites, but the body is being taken away in a steady stream!" ”

Anglo didn't know what to do in the face of this strange situation, not even John of the Lich couldn't figure it out, and he couldn't do it.

"I don't know yet, but you'd better replenish your mana, if your mana is empty, you'll fall again."

Anglo said, taking out several large potions that replenished his magic and handed them to John.

John didn't care so much, he picked up a few bottles and poured them into his mouth, his magic and spiritual power were hollowed out to the limit, he couldn't use the magic potion placed in the void, and these bottles of Anglu's potion could be regarded as making him more comfortable.