Suspended in mid-air by the noose, Lukka felt the air in his chest begin to boil. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

There is probably no more tragic crossing than this, can you survive a minute after wearing it?

So, was it a brief interlude? Just when Lukka had largely given up on resistance (and there was certainly nothing he could do to resist), there seemed to be a slight difference in the air.

The air in the harbor town is supposed to be damp and cold, and if you open your mouth and taste it carefully, it will have a faint salty taste. But at this moment, the air seemed to be completely roasted by something, and not only that, but Lukka even heard some subtle snorts, like the sound of dry wood about to burn.

The crowd of onlookers also apparently sensed something unusual, and the noise turned into silence at some point.

Immediately, Lukka felt the heat spreading above his head.

The crowd also erupted in several screams: "Fire!

With the explosion of heat, Luka's neck loosened, and the whole person fell heavily to the ground.

Finally regaining air, he took a few greedy puffs, then looked up.

In the upper part of the gallows, just below the crossbar at the top, a fist-sized fireball floated with a faint snort, just enough to burn the noose around Luka's neck.

This fireball is so familiar...... Lukka thought to himself, it looked exactly like what his classmates had demonstrated in the magic class, could it be that a mage came to the rescue?

Soon, he got rid of the idea as he felt the connection between that fireball and himself.

"There's no mage who doesn't recognize the fireballs they've cast, even the delayed ones. - High Mage Andre Nolan. ”

Lukka's ears rang with these words, but he looked left and right, but he didn't find the source of the sound.

Auditory hallucinations? Is it the after-effects of hanging? He ignored the distractions, lowered his head and used his teeth to untie the ropes in his hands.

"Do you want to run?" a long sword pressed against his shoulder, the sharp blade against his neck, and the cold made him feel a tingle.

The sunlight was blocked, and the man in front of him was tall, dressed in spotless navy uniforms, and his hair and beard were neatly combed, which looked out of place in this dirty seaside town.

"Don't panic! you guys take care of the prisoners first!" he shouted at a few bewildered soldiers on the side, "Bring a new noose, and continue the execution!"

Lukka wanted to cry without tears, and instantly lost control of the fireball - he was already unskilled.

The freed fireball spun happily, becoming several times larger in an instant, wrapping upwards around the beam at the top of the gallows, and then spreading down the support.

In just about five minutes, the entire wooden platform was completely engulfed in flames. The basketball-sized fireball fulfilled its mission, emitting a burst of dazzling red light before bursting like fireworks.

"Fight the fire! Don't let the fire spread to the houses!" the tall naval officer changed the order.

"Lieutenant Warren, what about this prisoner?" asked a soldier tugging at the half-cut noose around Luka's neck.

"I'll go back first, and I'll put the gallows back tomorrow. The officer named Warren waved his hand impatiently.

With no room for resistance, Lukka was escorted back to his cell by two soldiers.

Large blocks of stone form a towering castle on the coastal cliffs, and the cell where Lucca is held is located at the base of the castle.

The cells were buried entirely in the ground, and on the north roof, a thirty-centimeter-square skylight was covered by an iron fence. From the inside of the cell, it looked like a skylight, but from the outside, it was nothing more than a hole that lay flat on the edge of the floor.

"If it rains, it's terrible......" Lukka sighed into the skylight.

The rope in his hand had been untied, and he moved his wrist and clasped the wall with his fingers: it was good, a large piece of granite was genuine, even with explosives, it was estimated that there would not be a crack in it, no wonder the jailer threw him in and ignored it, there was no possibility of escape in this kind of place.

"So, what should I do?" he scratched his unkempt hair, looking up at the precious sunlight shining through the window.

The sun was a little harsh, and Lukka couldn't help but sneeze.

Boom!

A brick-sized object smashed on his head, then fell down his coat and rolled into the scattered straw on the ground.

Someone throwing something down?, Lukka rubbed the bag on his head and reached out to fumble through the straw.

"You idiot!" the finger had barely touched when the thing suddenly screamed, causing Lukka to jump backwards.

But he still couldn't dodge, and an old thick book opened its mouth and bit on his right arm with a click.

It doesn't hurt much......

The book jerked his arm loose and floated in the air, popping and spitting for a long time, and the big mouth formed by the whole book turned around and shouted at Luca, "Idiot! bastard......! Why are your sleeves so dirty?

"Did I provoke you?" Lukka looked at the familiar book, "If you hadn't messed around in the library, how would I have come to such an inexplicable place?"

"I'm sleeping well on the bookshelf, what are you squeaking me for?" said the strange book, which made confetti splash.

"I'm cleaning the library! You just bite to make it like this!" Lukka tried to argue.

"Nonsense! I'm not casual!" the strange book paused, and the pages flipped as if looking for a reason, "That's getting up!

Lukka suddenly felt that the voice of the strange book was familiar: "Wait, on the execution ground just now, that voice, delayed spell casting or something, isn't it you?"

"It's me, I can't help but see you're too stupid! I put a fireball in the plastic energy class, and I didn't release it until I got to the gallows, and I couldn't tell if it was my own fireball, I had never seen a stupid mage like you......"

It was still chattering, not noticing that Lukka had crept up on the side and grabbed the spine of the book.

The destructive power of the strange book is all in the pages, and once it is caught on the spine, even if you try to open and close it, you can't bite anything.

"Anyway, I will be hanged tomorrow, and I will burn the book to accompany the burial. Lukka picked up the rope that had bound his hands and tied the strange book to the five-flowered book.

The strange book in his hand trembled violently, as if frightened, and struggled hard. But the whole book was tied up tightly, and the pages could not be opened, only an indistinct sound of "woo woo".

After leaving it to dry for a while, Luca carried the rope and brought the book up in front of him and said, "Don't you want to be burned?"

The pages of the strange book closed slightly, as if nodding.

"Well, let go of you, don't bite again. Lukka slowly untied the ropes, "I don't know what you are, but there's no need to be stuck here with me. You seem to be able to fly, that skylight can't stop you, can you? Go ahead, stop biting. ”

The strange book looked up at the skylight, flapped the pages and flew up, effortlessly through the iron fence, and disappeared into the sunlight.

"Well, I hope I don't dress so sadly next time......" Lukka muttered to himself as he lay in a straw pile, biting a straw stalk from his mouth.

"So you're an idiot!" a familiar voice sounded.

"What are you doing back again, see how I'm hanged?" Lukka didn't even bother to open his eyes.

"Do you know how to read, can you read and understand what book I am?"

Lukka opened his eyes, and the strange book was standing upright in front of him, with the cover facing his face.

Encyclopedia of Magic Spells. The golden handwriting glitters on the cover.

Lukka grabbed the book and quickly flipped through it. The entry "Spatial Teleportation" caught his eye, but upon closer inspection, the spell behind the entry blurred.

The strange book jumped away from his hand and was suspended in the air: "It's useless, you can't understand the spell." ”

"Why?" asked Luca.

"Because you don't have enough magic. ”

"Huh, why would you get me some magic potions?" Lukka scratched his head.

"That's useless, how can I explain it to you?hmm, your mana limit is less than the mana required for this magic!

Lukka was stunned for a moment, but looked at the strange book with fangs and claws, and smiled instead. He lazied, leaned against the straw pile, closed his eyes, and seemed to be about to fall asleep again.

"Hey, why don't you know you're in a hurry?" the strange book gritted his teeth.

"Anyway, you didn't fly back to see me hanged. Lukka bit the stalk of grass, his voice unhurried, "When you've tossed enough, you'll naturally say the way." ”

"It really makes me angry to talk to you!" the pages of the strange book trembled, and it took a long time to calm down and say, "Forget it, here you go!"

As he spoke, the pages of the book quickly flipped over, and a small piece of paper twenty centimeters square was spit out between opening and closing, and the piece of paper naturally bent when it left the book and rolled into a paper roll.

Lukka stretched out his hand and flattened the scroll of paper, which was written in floral letters:

Magic Scroll: Teleportation.