Richard looked at the blocking black figure and saw that it was a man in his thirties, a little thin, with an angular face that looked like it had been cut with a knife or an axe. Generally speaking, such a person will look extremely serious, but at this time he is wearing a faint smile.
The other party glanced at Richard and introduced himself: "Hello, I am the owner of this forbidden bookstore. My name is Hadi. I am sorry that my clerk offended you."
The strong black man on the side explained aloud: "Boss, I... I'm not offending him, he chose the test to defeat me and get inside, so..."
"So, it's offensive." The shopkeeper named Hardy said to the black man, "Hagens, haven't you understood yet? The strength of the customer in front of you can easily defeat you. So, you still don't want to You have brought shame on yourself. As the owner, I declare that this guest is fully qualified to enter the interior of our bookstore."
"But..." The strong black man named Hagens wanted to say something more, but the store owner Hardy ignored him. He turned to look at Richard and made a gesture of invitation to the side, "Please."
"Uh, thank you." Richard said, somewhat aware that the mana fluctuations that he had not concealed when he prepared the spell were discovered. Bloodline seeds like the black brawny man's are difficult to feel, but for wizard apprentices or wizards, they are very sensitive.
The shop owner Hardy is obviously a spell caster, but what is strange is that it is difficult to feel the fluctuations of mana emanating from the other party's body.
Richard guessed that this might be a method similar to his own, such as "concealing breath" or "concealing the extraordinary".
Thinking this way, Richard quickly hid all the mana fluctuations in his body and followed the shop owner Hadi forward.
Approaching a small dark red door on the wall of the bookstore, it opened with a "squeak", followed the clockwise steps and spiraled down, and finally reached the lower level of the bookstore, which is the interior.
Here, Richard saw more bookshelves erected, as densely packed as trees in a forest. Many books were placed neatly and orderly in the wooden grids of the bookshelves.
"Guest, may I know your name?" At this time, Hadi spoke up and asked Richard.
Richard was well prepared and said quickly: "Lin En."
"Lynn." Hardy nodded and introduced to the many bookshelves, "The bookshelf over there is filled with books about potions. The bookshelf over there is about books about black magic. Black magic is some comparisons. Evil spells that use prohibited spellcasting materials, such as powder that requires crushing a baby's heart, are powerful and have strange effects.
The bookshelf over there is about staff cultivation. You can cultivate a staff that completely meets your needs little by little. Over there is..."
Hardy kept talking, and Richard coughed slightly: "I want to take a look for myself, is that okay?"
"Uh, yes, of course." Hardy made a gesture of invitation, retreated to the back, and shouted, "Hagens, I'm going back to the upper level. You can help me take care of the guests. If you need anything, I will definitely meet it." "
"Yes." The strong black man came over, glanced at Richard, and answered in a muffled voice. Obviously, he was a little dissatisfied with being stopped by Hardy just now and told that he was not Richard's opponent.
Richard, on the other hand, didn't pay much attention and quickly read through many books.
It has to be said that the books in the lower level are indeed more prohibited than the books in the upper level. The magic books that Hardy mentioned before were made from babies' hearts ground into powder, which is not worth mentioning at all. There are also some spells that require the bones of relatives, children's eyes, and wife's head as casting materials. Once the spell is successfully cast, the whole family will die once.
Of course, there were indeed a lot of books, many of which were handed down from the Black Spirit Empire. Richard just turned around and felt the ancient ring on his hand get hot several times.
Richard calmly found the book that made the ancient ring warm, and turned to the last page. As expected, it all had the symbol of the Black Spirit Empire.
After a while, Richard looked at the strong black man Hagens who was standing to one side with an unhappy look on his face, and pointed with his finger: "This one, that one, that one, and..."
Richard pointed to nearly ten books and said, "I want all of these books."
The strong black man glanced at it and said: "On average, a book costs about 300 low-grade crystal coins. You need 2,500 low-grade crystal coins. Are you sure you have that much money? You know the rules. There is no bargaining here. Poor people are not welcome either…”
Richard turned his hand, and twenty-five crystal coins appeared in his palm. He asked the black man, "Are these enough?"
"Uh..." The strong black man stopped talking. He pursed his lips in annoyance and walked aside. He took out a dagger and cotton and began to cut the red string on the book and take it off.
There were eight books in total. It took the dark man a long time to take them all down, and handed them to Richard while sweating.
Richard took the book and walked away.
At this time, the strong black man suddenly spoke from behind and called out to Richard: "Hey!"
"Huh?" Richard stopped and turned around, "How..."
Before he finished speaking, the strong black man punched him violently, and the aura of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood exploded.
Attack, attack without warning!
Richard raised his eyebrows, and the next moment Ring No. 1 and Ring No. 2 were quickly activated.
The air surges, and the air armor covers the surface of the body. The body is light, and the wind shoes are worn under the feet. The hairs stand up, the senses are amplified, the metabolism is strengthened, and the recovery ability is improved.
The strong black man punched him. Richard moved his foot and quickly dodged. Then he reached out his hand and slapped the fist of the strong black man.
"Pah! Ah!"
After a crisp sound, the strong black man let out an exclamation from his mouth, as if he had been burned by fire. He backed away suddenly and looked at his arm with wide eyes.
He saw the cold white frost starting from his fist and quickly spreading around, covering his entire forearm in a short time. At the same time, a series of tiny arcs flashed across the surface of the white frost, making his arms stiff and numb, like wood, making him almost unable to move.
this!
this!
this!
The strong black man was frightened.
The next moment, Richard waved his hand, and the ice and arc on the black man's arm disappeared without a trace.
The strong black man was stunned for a moment, and then realized that Richard was showing mercy. The reason why he took action just now was because he was unconvinced in his heart and wanted to see if Richard was as powerful as his boss Hardy said. But now he found that Richard was really more powerful than he thought and took the initiative to let him go. , I couldn’t help but feel embarrassed.
Continue to attack? That's asking for trouble.
Begging for mercy? It was too humiliating, and besides, Richard had already let him go.
Convinced? That was too spineless, and besides, he was not completely convinced!
The strong black man thought for a long time, looked at Richard, squeezed out a sentence, and said in a weak tone: "Well... don't tell my boss about this... please."
After listening to the strong black man's words, Richard shrugged, holding the book and walking up the stairs expressionlessly.
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