Rounding several barren mountains, we finally approached our destination.

The administrator sat in the front, and Bill secretly took out a notebook with a strange cover, jotted down the terrain features, and planned his escape route.

"The Sivar mine is not close to the city of Jikronsi, so it's best to drive away, but hopefully this method of driving a steam van is not difficult. 」

In front of the big iron gate in the Sivar mining area, two men wearing guard uniforms and holding long guns exchanged with the managers for a long time before letting the steam wagons pass.

The workers were immersed in the unease and excitement of the unknown, and no one cared what Bill was remembering.

Closed the notebook and hid it, and sighed.

"The gate is guarded by two guards with guns, and it's not easy to sneak out. 」

Continuing on the road, the steam car begins to slow down, and Bill takes a closer look at his surroundings.

There are hills of coal, the smell of soot everywhere, and the driveway is paved with cinder-mixed building materials, and the wheels crunch against it.

After entering the gate of the mining area, there is still some distance to the miners' living quarters, and the workers are gradually tired, and the excitement and joy that they rely on to maintain the gold pound are not staying long.

The steam car stopped before dark, and people staggered out of the car, waiting for the recruiter's next move, nervously excited.

"Newcomers, you are welcome to join the mining team and contribute to the country. ”

"My name is Bam and I'm the head of the mine, and I only have one thing to ask for in the mine, solidarity and friendship. ”

"No fighting, do you see that window, I live across the street from your dorm room, and I can see you anytime and anywhere. ”

"Okay, let's go to eat after arranging the dormitory in a while, everyone is very tired, rest early today, and start safety training tomorrow. ”

Bam yawned and assigned accommodation to the newcomers in order, the dormitory was a six-person room, and Bill and John were alone, and the two lived in a large dormitory.

The miners' canteen was very simple, no one was noisy, only a few safety miner's lamps lit it, and it was groggy and it looked like the workers were tired and didn't have the strength to speak loudly.

The safety lamp is a kerosene lamp with a small mesh metal mesh instead of a glass cover, which is specially used in mining areas, and will not ignite those flammable and explosive gases in mines with high gas content, causing mine explosions.

Because the gas gas is able to pass through the metal mesh, the flame does not.

The safety miner's lamp provides the most basic safety guarantee for miners, and the inventor is David, a scientist of the Norman Royal Academy of Natural Sciences, so this safety miner's lamp is also called David's lamp.

Bill looked around, and there didn't seem to be anything special to pay attention to, the miners were eating mechanically, occasionally coughing a few times.

It's depressing.

"The mental and physical condition of the miners looks a little bad......

"Bill, what are you looking at? We can go get dinner!"

His heart pounded, and the fat man came to Bill again, interrupting his train of thought in an instant, and making Bill rise to the urge to kill him.

"Stay away from me, I don't like talking to strangers. ”

"Don't do that, Bill, we just got assigned to a dorm ......"

"One last time, stay away from me, and you'll thank me for my advice, it's good for you!"

Bill pushed John away from cooking alone, and dinner was brown bread with mashed potatoes, salted dried fish, and a bowl of vegetable soup made with shabu-shabu water.

Sitting in the corner of the cafeteria, he looks like a withdrawn and autistic troubled child.

Bam watched the newcomers eat, his eyes sweeping over where Bill was, as if thinking.

In the next few days, the newcomers began safety training and skills training, so that they understood in advance that mining is not easy, the conditions are difficult and the process is complicated.

If mining operations are not carried out in accordance with the regulations, it will lead to mining disasters, which is the last thing mine managers want, even if they have to squeeze labor, and the preliminary preparation work must be sufficient.

When he returned to the dormitory in the evening, Bill went to bed early and waited until midnight to get up again to avoid communicating with the fat man.

"In a week's time, I've become familiar with the mine, except for the mine and the management's residence, so is the research of the institute hidden in the Bam room?"

"What the hell is the result of research? I can't find anything of value here except cinders and workers who will sooner or later die of tuberculosis. 」

Leaning against the wall panel, the silence of the night, is best for thinking, and the night vision ability is a good solution to the lights-out limit.

Taking out his notebook again, Bill plans to draw the outline of the mining area and present the picture on paper, looking for blind spots.

Just turning the first page, he almost screamed!

“！”

Bill instantly felt his brain, his heart beat faster, and his throat dried up from tension.

Swallowing unconsciously, he quickly flipped through page after page of notepad.

The flipping made a loud noise, and it was almost enough to wake John, who was sleeping on the top bunk, but Bill didn't care so much!

Wide-eyed boy carefully observed each page of notebook paper, and even counted the pages of the notebook clearly.

"Missing ......"

Bill leaned against the plank wall, his voice shaking.

From the first page to the last, a full 63 pages of notepad, not a single word!

"I'm drawing a map on it!"

"Why not?"

"Someone found out I'm a spy?"

"How is that possible!"

......

Pains came from his brain, and Bill slammed his skull in an attempt to calm himself.

"Calm, calm, calm ......"

“......”

"Did someone sneak up on my notebook while I was sleeping and tore off the pages?"

"No, I slept very lightly, and my notebook was kept close to me at all times, and there were no tears. ”

"Could it be that there is a mental problem, in fact, I haven't written anything in a notebook, so my memories are all illusions?"

"No, it shouldn't be a mental problem, I'd rather be that I'm not normal, I'd rather everything that happens is the fantasy of a mentally ill!"

"Only the last guess remains......"

"It ate the words I wrote!!"

Throwing the notebook off the bed in an instant, the sound of landing was crisp, which made the panicked Bill suddenly shake his mind.

He heard the sound of the dormitory attendant's footsteps approaching slowly, and quickly kicked the notebook under the bed, covered the quilt and pretended to be asleep, but he couldn't stop the chill on his body.

How many secrets does this body carry?

"If someone catches me carrying a strange item, will I still have the same luck as last time?"

"Probably going to be shot or burned to death?"

"Hehehehe......"

The administrator walked by with a safety light and found nothing unusual.

As the footsteps slowly moved away, Bill took a deep breath, tried to resist the urge to cry, and retrieved his notebook.

Draw a random picture in your notebook, staring intently at the notepad.

After about ten minutes, the ink began to fade and finally disappeared into thin air, leaving only the pen print.

Try tearing the notebook apart, but no matter how hard you try, you can't get the notebook damaged.

"Huh—"

"The notebook and the pocket watch are not normal, 'I' am really a wizard, so I have experienced so many bad things, maybe I should go to church and turn myself in?"

"Even if you turn yourself in, you must have the life to leave first!"

Shaking his head self-deprecatingly, he looked out through the crack in the door to make sure no one was there, and Bill used his power to infect the notebook, intending to send it into the shadow space.

"Hide it so that no one can find out. 」

The power of the shadow easily entered the notebook without any sense of stuttering, and soon the shadow had covered the entire notebook, and Bill opened the notebook, the paper was still white.

"Am I failing?"

"The power of shadows can't corrupt items with special abilities?"

Bill tried again, but the paper still didn't stain black, but the notebook became a little different.

It began to emit a black, distorted light in all directions.

It may seem strange to say this, but Bill did see a 'black light'.

The weird characters begin to slowly disintegrate, turning back into ink, converging like ants in the middle, and finally merging into several characters.

Fingertips run over the cover, and the cold touch comes, wonderful and natural.

Read these characters out soft.

"The Book of Shadows. ”

......

With the call, the Book of Shadows opened itself, and strands of ink appeared on the white paper.

His throat itched, and he swallowed his saliva again, and he slowly dragged the Book of Shadows up.

The handwriting in the book is sloppy and disorganized, but there are vague commonalities to be found.

It's all about witchcraft!

Bill read it carefully and put the quilt over his head.

......

"Consciousness Descends: Consciousness is connected to the shadow, which can eventually take full control of the shadow behavior and release the key ......"

"Shadow Shuttle: Avatar as a shadow, moving rapidly, can move within the shadow covered space, and the release conditions are unknown. 」

"Shadow Double: Resist some damage, can only resist one fatal injury, and can only have one stand-in at the same time, crafting materials: medium + special straw + shadow core. 」

Shadow Bound ......

Turning to the second page, the handwriting became even more messy, and Bill frowned slightly, he liked things neatly and neatly, and it was always uncomfortable to see a mess.

He has mild obsessive-compulsive disorder and occasionally severe disorder.

Patiently continued, with a record of witchcraft spells and some of the conditions for their release, which had little to do with the shadows and didn't seem to be in the Book of Shadows.

"Calamity Shift, Curse, Hex, Necromancy, Simulating Witchcraft, Defense Witchcraft, Sword Curse, Godslayer's Voice......

Suddenly reminiscent of the Middle Ages, Bill was skeptical of these witchcrafts.

"Try it and see how it works. 」

After a quick browsing, you finally find the insignificant curse, and the easiest one to prepare.

It can bring darkness and uneasiness to others.

The release condition is only about nine inches of string, and the caster needs to tie a knot in the string when reciting the spell, constantly imagining that it will bring uneasiness and confusion to the cursed.

“ With this knot I seal this hex， discord brings you to your fate......”

The object of the curse is John.

Reciting the incantation softly, his mind full of images of the day he had fallen into the shadows.

After about ten minutes, John began to moan, toss, and turn, and even began to call for help.

Stop reciting, he has no ill will towards John.

Close the Book of Shadows and send it into the shadow space without hindrance.

Leaning against the wall, muttering to himself.

"The spell is real, the witchcraft is real, and the world is ...... true"

"It's just me who is fake. ”