Applied Magic Book?

How is this possible to be put on public sale in a bookstore?

Donnie seems to be able to hear his own heartbeat, it is so intense, so crazy, according to the rules of the Magic Council, in addition to going to the Academy of Magic, the Arcane Library and other places to exchange, there are only two ways to obtain applied knowledge that exceeds his level and level, one is to risk it or inherit it from his family, and the other is to become a private student of a certain magician and get his teachings, there has never been an ordinary bookstore that can sell magic books publicly!

This was the council's control over magic in order to maintain a safe and orderly society, which was enthusiastically endorsed and actively cooperated by the nobles.

"If, if I can parse a one-ring spell in advance, or become a full-fledged magician, then my future at Heidler College will be much brighter......" Donnie felt his heart jump out of his chest.

He was not born in a magical family, nor did he get adventures, and he relied on his own hard work, analysis, and practice to have today's strength, which was much worse than other students with rich resources, but he believed that with his solid foundation, it was not difficult to parse formal magic.

Downey's eyes crept to the counter in front of the bookstore, and saw that the owner, Doros, was watching a TV show intently, and his heart beat faster, as if even a few nearby customers who were planning to buy books could hear it.

"With my memory, I can memorize a ......model in its entirety in a minute," Donnie's fingertips slowly touched the spine of the book.

The paper on the cover of this magic book is very special, giving it an unusually cold and slightly paralyzing touch. Like a bolt of lightning frozen.

The tingling sensation made Donnie slightly stunned, and then, a rough breath erupted from his nostrils.

Then, with his mouth wide open, he breathed heavily, and retracted his hand as if he were about to cut off his own arm.

Wait less than three months, and I will be able to learn a ring of magic and its corresponding applications in the open at the Heideler School of Magic, so why sneak around and cringe now?

If you are caught, you will be thrown into the Forbidden Demon Prison and your future will be completely ruined?

The benefits are not proportional to the risks taken. Is there anything to hesitate about?

The more Downey thought about it, the more he felt that he had just been carried away by desire. What the Dead Scrolls may be just a classical work of study value in the current parliament!

After all, since the establishment of the Council, magic has evolved rapidly - most notably in the last fifty years, when most of the achievements of the ancient Magic Empire have been turned into "antiques". The value has shrunk dramatically. Hardly there will be any more adventures who got the ancient magic books. And then use it as a hole card to defeat one contemporary magician after another.

After getting rid of the impact of desire, Donnie subconsciously wiped his forehead with his right hand. Suddenly feeling a chill, he looked up in amazement, only to find that he was holding a rag for wiping bookshelves and books in his right hand.

"It's like falling for the chaos spell......" Donnie shook his head self-deprecatingly, then glanced at the Death Scroll, his expression revealing obvious hesitation, what should he do if he put the applied magic book on sale in the bookstore for public sale, it seems to be against the rules of parliament and the laws of the Empire?

Report to the Department of Corrections or the National Police Agency?

Maybe it's not an applied magic book?

Donnie hesitated for a long time, gritted his teeth, took the rag and walked to the boss Doros, while walking, he looked at several guests in the bookstore out of the corner of his eye, once they approached the row of bookshelves of "Dead Scrolls", they immediately found an excuse to stop it, if this matter was stabbed out by others, he would also be implicated, and it was also a crime to not report it, but fortunately, those guests turned a blind eye to the row of bookshelves, and no one went over to look at the books, which made Donnie quietly relieved.

"Boss. Donnie whispered next to Doros.

Doros looked back expressionlessly, "What's the matter?"

"There's a copy of the Dead Scroll on that row of shelves, did you forget it?" Donnie had already figured out the tone of the sentence several times, but he was as shriveled and dull as he spoke.

Doros's expression suddenly became vivid, and he said with a smile: "Yes, that was the harvest of my adventure, I forgot it when I changed the layout of the bookshelf last night, Donnie, thank you for the reminder, I will put it away immediately." ”

Donnie saw that Doros had settled the matter with the excuse he had made, and did not deny it, describing "The Dead Scrolls" as a historical work or anecdote, and he breathed a long sigh of relief in his heart, so that the boss would not take into account that he knew too much and secretly silenced - many TV series adapted from stage plays have similar plots recently, so they have to be guarded against.

Doros got up slowly, went to the bookshelf and pulled out the Death Scroll, put it on the counter, and smiled kindly: "It's almost noon, go and settle your lunch, I won't provide you with free food and accommodation, of course, your reminder this time is worth my little reward at the end of the month." ”

"I should do it, no, no!" Donnie hurriedly waved his hand, but Doros didn't say anything more, he could only walk out of the bookstore and go to the alley near Triumph Square to find a cheap lunch.

Doros watched his back fade into the crowd in the square, and gently stroked the Death Scroll with his right hand, a playful smile on his face.

The Death Scroll suddenly glowed with a cold, evil glow under Doros's caressing.

A guest at the Knowledge Bookstore pressed his soft hat, glanced at Doros, and walked slowly out the door.

............

In the evening, Downey took a leave of absence from the "Knowledge Bookstore" because he planned to go to the post office to send letters to his family.

Although wired telephones and telegraphs have become more or less common in major cities, Donnie's home is in a small town and he is not wealthy, so he still relies on cheap postal channels.

Considering that his family is not very literate, which is basically taught by him, Downey's letter is very simple, just a general report of the exam, the magic academy he applied for, the arrangements for the past few months, and the situation at home. Therefore, there is no need to attach additional overweight stamps when handed over to the post office staff.

"How many days will it take, when will I receive a reply?" Donnie has not sent many letters in recent years, and the time is different each time, so he couldn't help but ask.

The staff looked at the address of the envelope without a smile: "Normally it is five days, as for when there will be a reply, it is not something we can control." ”

Although it was sarcastic, Donnie still laughed, it was rare to meet such a humorous municipal worker, this bald uncle was much more interesting than his appearance.

Wait until Donnie leaves. The bald staff suddenly picked up Donnie's letter and headed to the back. Not long after he walked away, a middle-aged man came back rubbing his stomach and muttered as he went, "How can you eat a bad stomach all at once?" I've got to go! Wait and find someone to help me get it!"

In the warehouse at the back of the post office. The bald man swiped his right hand on the envelope. The tightly bonded openings naturally parted, revealing the letter inside.

“...... Nothing special......" The bald man unfolded the letter and muttered to himself. At the same time, I quickly wrote down something in a small notebook.

After recording it, he folded the letter again, glued the opening without any flaws, and then took out a seal and stamped it on the opening.

............

In a small town near the Stroop Forest.

There was a knock on the door.

"Who?" said a flaxen-haired teenage girl busily preparing dinner.

"Postman, your letter. An unfamiliar male voice came.

The girl was stunned for a moment, looked out the window, and saw that it was evening, and there were people everywhere, so she let go of her worries and opened the door: "Where did I send my letter?"

"Rentat. "The postman is an ordinary man who can't remember his face at all.

"Brother's letter!" the girl cheered up, took the letter and opened it on the spot.

The postman didn't stop her, but quietly surveyed the room, and a beetle crawled out of his trouser and into a crack in the wooden floor.

............

The mayor's house.

A stranger was looking at the old man across from him with a serious gaze: "I need to check the information of the townspeople of the whole town." ”

"Yes, sir. The old mayor didn't know what was going on in the road, but he recognized the identification and coat of arms.

............

Rentat City Hall.

Several staff members were standing respectfully in front of a high-ranking figure.

"I need the whole of Rentat's bookstore materials. The big man in a high position in a certain department of the empire said with a serious expression.

"Yes, sir. The staff replied in unison.

............

Castle in the sky, Alinge Magic Tower.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Commissioner. The Arcanist guarding the Wizard's Library stood up and saluted, for it was a member of the Council with a black flame emblem on his chest.

"According to my authority, access to Doros's materials ......," the councilor said in a flat tone.

"Yes, Mr. Commissioner. ”

............

In a dimly lit palace.

"Your Highness, Donnie's letter ......"

"Your Highness, information from the town of Pico ......"

"Your Highness, the Records of the Knowledge Bookstore in the City Hall ......"

"Your Highness, Doros's information ......"

The materials were placed on the mahogany desk, and five slender and white but not feminine fingers gently tapped on the materials, elegant and rhythmic, as if playing a calm music.

"Born in poverty, with average talent, not cheerful, but with a strong character, able to work hard, and of decent character, he was not tempted by Doros's "Death Scrolls"......" With the tapping of his fingers, a low and magnetic male voice sounded like a self-talk, and there was a strange gentleness in his voice, calm and calm.

"There is no problem with the family background, my father is a grocery store owner, my mother helps to maintain it, and my sister does not study...... Relatives, neighbors, friends, can't find the problem for the time being......"

"Doros, don't think I can't find out who is behind you, hey, you do other things, I don't bother to care, but if you cross the line and be bewitched by greed......" Five fingers clenched into fists and lightly pounded the information.

In the palace, the strange ticking of the second hand echoed melodiously, and behind the mahogany desk was a reclining chair with a dark-haired man with his chin rubbed in his left hand.

In the dim light, his silhouette is still very deep, his eyebrows are thick and slender, and they are inserted diagonally into his sideburns, setting off a pair of black pupils sharp but deep, and at the same time, his long legs are stretched forward lazily and unfiguratively, even if he does not stand up, you can imagine his height.

He pushed the documents aside, opened the drawer, and looked at the letter inside, his expression suddenly becoming annoyed.

The letterhead reads:

"Lu Xiaoen, protect Lu Xiaoxi, love your father and mother. ”

"For what kind of gentle and elegant father, Lord always likes to give us this inexplicable nickname in a strange and peculiar pinyin method, and he keeps calling it!" the young man spewed out a lot of words without a pause, and he lost his previous calm and calm temperament. (To be continued......)