Renard silently looked at the Book of Death floating in front of him, the symbols on the Book of Death, he had already thought about it countless times in his heart, and every detail was deeply impressed by him. When the book reappeared in his mind www.biquge.info he wanted to tear up the book of death, maybe so that he could go back to the old world, leave this boring world—the thought flashed in his mind and vanished. He focused his attention on the Book of Death, which seemed to sense Renard's attention and slowly opened the cover.

"Do you want to cross over again?" thought to Renard silently. Anyway, if there are more lice, you won't bite, and if you have more creditors, you won't have to worry, and it's not a big deal to cross again. But the expected loss of consciousness did not happen again, and tragically, or fortunately, Renard finally saw the words on the book, and at this moment, ten years had passed since he first opened the book, and passed through a world.

Much of the Book of Death was vague, and Renard wisely didn't try to focus on those vague areas, carefully beginning to perceive the clear lines of text. In the same language as the cover, Renard didn't know why he knew the words. Although he could read the words, at a glance, he didn't know what they meant together.

He carefully perceived the symbols one by one, imprinting them into his mind, as if someone had hinted that he should do so. This may be the only difference between him and other ordinary children in this world. In careful perception, time passed quickly, and finally, every detail of this symbol, he could remember at any time. At this time, he finally understood that this was a string of spells, a spell.

The mantra evokes the resonance of spiritual power, which comes from the soul's interaction with its surroundings. When your soul is particularly strong and the spell is very proficient, you can remember the resonance frequency of this spiritual power, and you can directly cast the spell through the resonance of the spiritual power and skip the spell. But now he can't do it. The effect of this spell is to suck the dead soul of a sapient being.

After learning this spell, the Book of Death disappeared in the dream. Renard finally fell asleep.

The next morning, Renard is woken up by Idic Karen, unsure if he was simply dreaming. Curiosity drove him out and check it out. After breakfast, he left the house under the pretext of going out for a walk. Where the hell are the bodies?, Reynard thought for a moment and went to a nearby cemetery.

In the cemetery in the civilian area, the burials are all civilians who had no money, no power, and little strength before their deaths. This is not a festival similar to the Qingming Festival, and there are not many people in the cemetery to worship, which is just right for experimenting with spells. He walked over to several recently buried tombstones and softly chanted incantations.

The moment the spell was completed, he felt a faint energy fly out of the tomb and into his spiritual world. His spirit shook, and he suddenly felt that his surroundings were clearer—and it seemed to be an illusion. He walked a dozen tombstones in a row, recited the incantation a dozen times, and the clarity finally became apparent. He felt that there seemed to be something different in the world around him, and these things were still able to listen to his own command.

He lifted his fingers, and with a thought, the things gathered in his fingertips, and then a faint light flickered, and Renard's fingertips glowed faintly like a firefly. The glow warmed Renard's senses. Perhaps, that's what magic feels like? Renard wasn't sure, because he had never seen how mages cast spells, and the mages of the other day didn't have these glowing effects around him. His spirit was relieved, and the light disappeared from his fingertips.

After that, he turned a dozen more tombstones, but he gained very little. Only a man who dies within a month can gain a little bit of power—a power that Renard himself has named soul energy—and those who have been dead for more than a month have almost no reaction.

Unwillingly, Renard walked around the entire cemetery, and after absorbing some soul energy, his perception strengthened to the extent that he could sense whether there was soul power within three meters nearby. And the light on the fingers can only be about the same as a firefly, with a faint warmth.

By the time Renard finally got home, it was already noon. Idie Karen happily handed a very beautiful roll of vellum paper to Renard, who unfolded the vellum paper and found that he didn't recognize the font on it at all, but the pattern on it was very exquisite, no less than the invitation from his previous life.

After Idikaren's explanation, Renard learned that this was something similar to the admission letter from his previous life: he was admitted to the light department of Enriel Academy of Magic, and he will go to school to learn some basic literacy courses and other basic courses from May 1, and the formal spell learning will start on September 1. After Idic Karen carefully put away the admission letter, Renard realized that Lu Tianhao, who had just left school not long ago in his previous life, was now about to start a new school life - to be honest, Renard was not looking forward to it at all.

In the past half a month, Renard has turned around several cemeteries in the imperial capital that he can go to, and the soul energy he has harvested is very small, and his sensing range has spread from about three meters to about four meters, and the light that can light up on his fingers has changed from a firefly to a flashlight with insufficient power in his previous life.

Renard really thought about whether to make a flashlight and use the light of his fingers as a flashlight. Because he didn't see that the light could do anything else. In fact, there is still a point, when his skin is bruised, he sticks the light to the wound, which can make the wound feel very warm. It would be nice if he could keep it that way, but Renard could hold the light for about fifteen seconds at most—less than twenty seconds after six cemeteries.

Renard now has no idea what he needs to do, but is strengthening himself according to instinct. Because it's an area that he doesn't know anything about. He also wanted to go to school in advance, go to the library and other places to make up for common sense, or get to know teachers and future classmates in advance. But he was mercilessly kicked out by the gatekeepers of Enriel's Academy of Magic. Because he is not qualified to enter the school now, and he can only do so after the school starts.

On the last afternoon before school started, Renard didn't do anything and went to the edge of his favorite river. The name of this river is very simple, it is called "Imperial Capital No. 3 Canal", which is one of several canals dug by mages to carry water into the imperial capital. But Renard felt that the main role of the river was not to carry water, but to serve as a dividing line between the commoners and the nobility.

On the other side of the canal is the aristocratic quarter, where Renard has never been. Occasionally, some children would try to swim over, but they were thrown back by the guards on the other side. It is a hierarchical society. Judging from what Renard had seen and heard, ordinary people and nobles would not communicate at all.

Although his father was a tailor, he was only a tailor who made clothes for the common people. Nobles and mages don't need them. The lives of ordinary people, the lives of the upper classes, are two completely different worlds. Although at least in the imperial capital, the development of productive forces is not bad, and most of the residents of the imperial capital have no worries about food and clothing, but that's all. As a child, Renard sometimes walked at the border of the plebeian to see what the aristocratic quarter looked like, but it was so far away that he could only see the faint lights of the night. There are things similar to street lamps in the previous life, and in the civilian area, there is nothing but darkness at night, and even kerosene lamps are a luxury.

In addition, because of the high price of books, they hardly appear in civilian life. All the craftsmanship comes entirely from word of mouth and some very simple written records. Since there are so few literate people, it is often the case that each person has their own different memory symbols. It seems that the upper class deliberately makes ordinary people more stupid and do not have their own knowledge system. For them, the plebeian class had only the sole purpose of paying taxes and selecting mages.

It's certainly not a good society. Having been educated on equality in his previous life, Renard didn't know what kind of mentality to use to face these injustices. He didn't swear to break these injustices or swear to climb to a high place like some Long Aotian, because he knew that with his current situation, it was useless to make these oaths.

So far, Renard has not really integrated into this world, he sees everything in this world like a traveler. Therefore, he is introverted and does not like to talk. Therefore, every time he is happy, he pretends to be. His positioning for himself is still Lu Tianhao in his previous life, and he has never given up hope of going back. He has no sense of identity with this world.

Renard recognized the situation, but he didn't want to change it. Let it be, he thought. Maybe after learning the method, there will be some changes.