This world is in chaos, as if it has fallen into chaos......... As long as you have money and are lucky, you can get those powerful beings who used to be high above - there are many powerful spells in those magic books that are far more than level nine, and the key is that this thing only needs 1,000 gold coins, and there is no need for those astronomical catalysts and powerful mana that has been honed for countless years......

There was a lot of chaos in the kingdom of the continent at first, but as time passed, many strongmen with iron hands emerged - they stabilized the situation with money and the magic books they bought, but none of the merchants who were supposed to set foot in this field - those who sold the magic books became powerful political forces.

The magic books in circulation in their hands had regular channels for purchasing them—a five-colored dragon in every region, and sometimes a dark elf merchant in the caves leading to the underworld—and together they established a channel for the wholesale of such books, and these dragons and elves only sold these books, and each book had their seal on it to be effective. On more than one occasion, someone tried to rob the Dark Elves' market, but the books they grabbed had no effect on how they stamped them - and the Dark Elves would never open a wholesale market in the place after the robbery...... So far, only a small number of underground caverns and five-colored dragon's dens can still wholesale such books - so some rules have been formed, these markets have been neutralized, and the caravans that wholesale these books have also been partially neutralized.

Bo Fu was pleased with this, and at the same time expressed his speechlessness for his previous actions. He was in a very happy mood when he looked at the continent everywhere - what made him happiest was that the Ghost King's cloak had finally been obtained. The red-robed mage was killed by a dagger from behind his back soon after obtaining the cloak, and the cloak was tossed and turned several people, each transfer accompanied by a murder, and finally the cloak reached the hands of a lich who wanted to get it in the first place—a big man in the red robe, almost a leader. On the land of Serre, countless skeleton soldiers immediately appeared like mushrooms after rain...... But by that time, all of this was no longer interesting.

Trying to expand, Serge struck the surrounding kingdom with a tidal wave of skeletons, witches, vampires, and death knights, but as several people each held a magic book, they shouted: "Ego Egoa Salar Gourar Ego Shami Ragon, in the name of the Son of Darkness, the eldest son of evil, and their king, O flesh of the demons, enjoy your tribute, and the violent hunger hell!"

"Gasat Yarsat Chi Ske, Kensey Ross Srock, turn to ashes, the sage of the underworld open the gates of hell with seven locks, the Seven Keys Patronus!"

"Lul Eli Grushi Gorberry, cleanse my body with your dark soul!Ah!Ah!O Hades!Gather all the supreme power in me, stir up the freezing storm of death! Now, gather the power of ice and snow with a new contract!

"D. Um Sting, O spirit of the earth and the air, based on an ancient contract, fulfill that obligation, heaven and earth burst!"

With the chanting of these incantations, a huge flash of magic lit up, and then Serre's army was gone....... due to the isolation of the place, there was no caravan to enter the magic book for the time being.

Since then, the red-robed mage has been in a slump, and the number has become smaller and smaller, and the last one has announced its dissolution after a few decades.

And some powerful families have emerged on the continent - they carefully preserve the magic books that their predecessors bought with good luck, and use this deterrent power to seek political and economic rights for their families when they have not used them all too often-after all, the number of high-level magic books is scarce, and it all depends on luck to win ...... The wholesale market was also increasingly valued by the various forces on the mainland, who had established a strict order of distribution after many conflicts and wars: those caravans that entered the procurement had to sell one-third of their goods at equal prices to the surrounding powers, and each force could not stop the caravansera's march and sales, and each caravan had to have a fixed sales route, and the number of sales in the cities along the route was strictly limited.

It's just that there are really a lot of magic books produced, and generally more than 3,000 magic books can be wholesaled when the wholesale market opens once a month, and there are more than twenty wholesale markets on the mainland, so the number of magic books that flow into the market every month exceeds 60,000, which is enough for all kinds of people who can afford to buy them - even a group of farmers, as long as they make up 1,000 gold coins, they can buy one in the store in the city....... As for what kind of magic it will be, it all depends on luck, and there is no shortage of people who will become a monopoly in the city one day or be backstabbed and take away their lives and magic books..........

Bo Fu sighed, the artifact he made was basically a joke. The Demon Book has been unknown since then, and the Ghost King's cloak has not played its original role at all, and the Dragon King's divine power has become the symbol of Butters, the number one robber on the mainland, and the Soul Shattering Sword has changed several masters, none of which have a good death, and the last sword is stuck in the chest of the latest master somewhere to rot with him - that ghost place is inaccessible, and it has not yet been able to induce another unlucky guy to pull out this sword.

Most of the gods and goddesses served the street with their temple church, and the list of servants also included the mysterious and powerful magicians of the past, and in a world where anyone with money could cast more powerful spells than before, only Wojin and the goddess who sold the two magic books did not serve the street, but became more powerful.

On this day, the huge Yanwang Dragon was lying on the mountain of gold coins and playing with the pinched golden ball, and when a golden bullet was accurately bounced into a hole, Bo Fu raised his head: "Welcome! Welcome to the beautiful (coquettish) goddess of magic! What kind of wind blew you to me?"

In front of Bo Fu is a beautiful woman, with long black hair and watery skin. This rare beauty exuded a divine power that Bo Fu had never seen in the other two goddesses, and it was the powerful divine power of Godhead 18.

It's just that this Flame King Dragon didn't have the slightest awe at all, but instead scanned the powerful magical mother in front of him up and down with a prostitute look, judging the figure of the mysterious lady in his mouth, and occasionally mixed with words such as "It must be very powerful......

The goddess is also very self-contained, and she doesn't seem to be angry at all - maybe in her eyes, this is nothing at all....... after all, this is also a well-known arrogant faction.