Al experienced a short sleep, and although he was sore, he was much better mentally.

After experiencing the first real combat skill in the battle just now, Al also found a problem.

That is, when knights perform combat skills, they will also consume mental power to a certain extent.

It's just that the consumption of spiritual power by knight combat skills is much smaller than that of witchcraft.

Therefore, even a knight who does not cultivate spiritual power is enough to consume only natural spiritual power.

Of course, as the knight's strength increases, and even after reaching the bloodline knight, his spiritual power will continue to grow.

Even every breakthrough will usher in an explosive increase in spiritual power.

Although it can't be compared with wizards and priests, which are specifically aimed at improving mental power, they are still very good.

Regaining some of his spirits, Al got up and dressed, prepared to read a book, and waited for dinner time to come.

As Al put on his clothes, he suddenly remembered that he still had a book he had just bought in his backpack.

The book, titled The Epic of Randa, caused El's psychic powers to react to it.

Thinking of this, Al took out the "Epic of Landa" from his backpack.

Then he sat down at his desk in the room and began to look through the rather worn book.

This "Epic of Landa" is read throughout as if it were an epic story written by a third-rate novelist.

Not only is the plot clichéd, but there are even inconsistencies, and even errors in the grammar and words of the sentences.

Although you can read the story completely, it is quite boring.

Al didn't have [Focus] turned on, so he was just reading faster than a normal person.

After about half an hour, Al had seen a third of the way before pausing to soothe his tired eyes.

After reading the time, Al decided to close the book and go downstairs to wait for dinner to begin.

But just then, Al suddenly saw that there was a small line of hidden numbers in the illustration on the page.

That small line of numbers is small, and if you don't look closely, it's like the lines on the door of the door on the illustration.

Looking at that small line of numbers, there are thirteen numbers in total, and if you look closely, there are gaps of different sizes between the numbers and the numbers.

Al thought about it, and then used the large gap as a partition, and then divided the thirteen numbers.

In the end, Al got eight numbers, 3, 6, 8, 11, 13, 17, 23, 26!

Write down the eight numbers on a piece of paper, and Al has flipped through the back of the book.

As Al had thought, there were four illustrations in the book, each with a string of numbers inside.

Depending on the size of the partition, this string of numbers can eventually be divided into eight different numbers.

Looking at the thirty-two numbers on the white paper in front of him, Al was a little puzzled.

Subconsciously followed the number to the corresponding number of pages, and as he flipped through it, Al suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Because he vaguely felt that the pages represented by the thirty-two numbers were faintly thicker than the other pages.

This discovery made Al's eyes light up slightly, and then he exerted himself slightly.

I saw that the pages, which were already a little scattered and unreliable, were easily ripped off by Al.

He tore off all the pages of the book with the numbers and placed them side by side on the table.

Picking up the third page, Al flipped through it, but didn't see anything.

Thinking that the thirty-two pages were thicker than the others, Al rubbed them vigorously.

But the page didn't react except to be crumpled by Al a little.

Subconsciously spread his spiritual power to the pages of the book, and to Al Else's surprise, there was a direct change.

The pages of the book spontaneously ignited without smoke, and the slightest hint of dark red flames instantly filled the entire page.

And with the spontaneous combustion of the third page, the remaining thirty-one pages also began to spontaneously combust one after another.

The pages spontaneously combusted on the table without causing the slightest damage to the table and other items.

When the thirty-two pages had spontaneously combusted, thirty-two white fragments appeared on the table.

Al looked at the thirty-two fragments carefully, and immediately saw that most of the white patterns on them were words.

As for the small part, it is something similar to the witch array pattern.

Seeing this change, the frequency of Al's heart beating increased slightly.

At this point, if he couldn't guess that he had accidentally gotten a witchcraft item, then he was really too slow.

Looking at the thirty-two fragments that were clearly divided, Al directly turned on [Focus].

Constantly observing the shape of the fragments and the words and lines on the edges, Al quickly began to assemble them.

This kind of work, even if ordinary people have a certain amount of time, can make a rough idea, like a puzzle.

Therefore, after Al turned on [Focus], it didn't take him a few minutes to put together the thirty-two fragments.

Thirty-two pieces were assembled to create a black page with white text and patterns.

Looking at the small number "6" in the lower right corner of the page, it is not difficult to guess that this spliced page is actually a page in a book.

Looking at the black page in front of him, he couldn't bear to look at the small witch array and words drawn on it.

Reaching out, Al intended to separate the pages and place them close to his body.

After all, such an obviously witchcraft item would be too dangerous if it wasn't separated.

However, to Al's surprise, the pages were inseparable!

Not only is it inseparable, but even after the splicing just now, the faintly visible gaps have gradually disappeared.

The black page was lifted from the table, and Al looked at the almost entire page, and his heart was shaken.

Although Al is a wizard apprentice, he has also seen the power of the snake demon, a high-level wizard apprentice.

But something as magical as this page, Al had never seen before.

After thinking about it, Al finally resisted the idea of looking at the above things.

You know, there's no guarantee that you won't react otherwise when you look at this page.

If there are some sorcery fluctuations or special effects, there is no doubt that there is a great chance that people will be detected.

Once discovered, El will undoubtedly have wings to fly in this distant mountain city.

Even Hoggs, who was also in this house, was very likely to attack him directly.

It was definitely a very risky thing for Al.

Holding back the desire to read the page, as if from the depths of his soul, Al folded the black page in half.

This twist in half, as if severing some connection, calmed down Al's whole person.

Then, Al folded the page in half again until it was palm-sized.

Then use your mental power to perceive it, and after making sure that there are no witchcraft fluctuations, you can put it close to your body.

Taking a deep breath, Al gathered the remaining pages of the Epic of Landa and placed them in his backpack.

As Al was done, there was a knock on the door outside the room.

"Master Al, Mr. and Mrs. have asked me to tell you that dinner is about to begin, so please come down and dine together. ”

Hearing the words of the maid outside the door, Al exhaled and said, "Okay, I see, here we come." ”

As the words fell, Al straightened his clothes, then opened the door and followed the maid downstairs.

As always, with the hospitality of Leo and Furla, El Meimei had a delicious dinner.

Lila wanted to talk to Al, but was stopped by Leo and Fura.

Since tomorrow is the day of Al's exam, Leo and Fra allow Al to get plenty of rest.

Besides, how could Leo and Fra, who were from the past, not see their daughter's thoughts.

It's just that Leo's family is destined to make it impossible for his daughter to have the right to love freely.

At most, among several candidates, let Lila choose the one she likes.

So, in order not to let Lila fall too deep, Leo and Fura inadvertently began to separate Lila from contact with Al.

Of course, Lila and Al, who are the parties involved, don't know this.

Lila doesn't have these concepts at all, while Al doesn't care because she doesn't have any ideas about Lila in the first place.

......

There is an abandoned house in the distant mountain town, which is the product of urban renewal and relocation.

This also made the laws of Far Mountain City gradually move away from here.

It also indirectly caused this place to become a gray area in Yuanshan City.

As one of the largest gangs in Far Mountain City, the circus is located here.

However, unlike the previous scenes, there was silence in the circus at this time.

Because, anyone who can play a voice has been wiped by a thin playing card.

The boss of the circus, a burly middle-aged man known as the head of the troupe, has a look on his face like a frightened rabbit at this time.

It's no wonder that he would be like this, after all, anyone who sees his proud subordinates being dismembered with poker is the same expression.

"You, you, you, who are you, what do you want, if you want money or a woman, I will give you anything. ”

The head of the regiment looked at the person in front of him, his legs kept shaking, and it seemed that he was not far from being scared to pee.

The person standing in front of the head of the regiment is undoubtedly the clown who has temporarily escaped the pursuit of the church!

At this time, the clown sees people as he really is.

However, the clown's originally extremely feminine face was filled with a bloodthirsty killing intent.

This killing intent was almost like substance, turning into a blood-colored mist that swirled around the clown's body.

The clown looked at the head of the regiment in front of him, and didn't pay attention to what the other party just said.

He slowly pulled a black page from his bosom, and then looked at the lying corpses of the circus stations around him.

Eventually, he said to himself, "According to the black pages, there will be at least 66 priests this time.

I've killed more than a hundred of them just now, so that's probably enough.

That way, I'll be able to perform this sorcery that shields prophecy spells.

I would like to see if the witchcraft recorded in the black pages can contradict the prophecy of the church. ”

At this point, the clown stuck out his tongue and licked the corners of his mouth, his face full of eager anticipation.