Applied magic book
How can this be put on sale in bookstores
Downey seems to be able to hear his own heartbeat, it is so intense, so crazy, according to the regulations of the Magic Council, there are only two ways to get more than yourself Applied knowledge of grades and levels, one is obtained by oneself through adventure or family inheritance, and the other is to become a private student of a certain magician and get his teachings. No ordinary bookstore has ever been able to openly sell magic books!
This is a controlling measure of the parliament on magic to maintain a safe and orderly society, and has received warm approval and active cooperation from the nobles.
"If, if I can analyze a first-level spell in advance, or directly become an official magician, then my prospects at Heidler Academy will be brighter..." Downey felt his heart was about to jump out of his chest.
He was not born in a magical family, nor had he had any adventures. It was only through his own hard work, analysis, and practice that he became what he is today. He is much worse than other students with rich resources, but he believes that with his solid foundation, It is not difficult to parse out formal magic.
Downey quietly looked at the counter at the door of the bookstore, and found that the boss, Doros, was watching the TV program intently. As a result, his heart beat faster, as if he could hear the nearby customers who planned to buy books.
"With my memory, I can completely memorize a model in one minute..." Downey's fingertips slowly touched the spine of the book.
The cover paper of this magic book is very special, giving people an unusually cold and slightly numb touch, like a frozen lightning bolt.
Such a numb feeling made Downey a little dazed, and then he exhaled a rough breath from his nostrils.
Then, he opened his mouth wide and breathed heavily. He withdrew his hand abruptly, as if about to cut off his own arm.
In less than three months, I will be able to learn a ring of magic and the corresponding application knowledge at the Heidler Academy of Magic openly. Why do I need to read it secretly and timidly now
if caught. But will be thrown into the Arcatraz, and the future will be completely destroyed
The benefits obtained are completely out of proportion to the risks taken. Is there anything else to hesitate
The more Downey thought about it, the more he felt that he was overwhelmed by desire just now. The "Death Scroll" might just be a classic work with research value in the current parliament!
After all, since the establishment of the parliament, magic has developed rapidly—the most obvious in the past fifty years. It has already turned most of the achievements of the ancient magic empire into "antiques", and its value has shrunk greatly. Ancient magic books. Then, using this as his trump card, he defeated one contemporary magician after another.
After getting rid of the shock of desire, Downey subconsciously wiped his forehead with his right hand, and suddenly felt a chill. He looked up in astonishment, only to realize that he was holding a rag to wipe the bookshelf and books in his right hand.
"It's like being hit by a confusion spell..." Downey shook his head mockingly, and then glanced at the "Death Scroll", with obvious hesitation in his expression. It seems that it would be a mistake to put the applied magic book on sale in a bookstore. Contrary to parliamentary regulations and imperial laws. What should I do
Report to Corrections Department or Police Department
Maybe not an applied spellbook
Donnie hesitated for a long time, gritted his teeth, took the rag and walked towards the boss, Doros. While walking, he looked at the customers in the bookstore out of the corner of his eye. Once they got close to the row of bookshelves of "Death Scrolls", they immediately found an excuse to stop them. If this matter was exposed by others, they would be implicated themselves. It is also a crime not to report the knowledge. The row of bookshelves turned a blind eye, and no one went to look at the books, which made Downey quietly relieved.
"Boss." Downey whispered next to Doros.
Doros turned back blankly: "What's the matter?"
"There is a "Death Scroll" on that row of bookshelves, did you forget it?" Downey had pondered the tone of this sentence several times in his mind, but when he said it, he was equally dry and dull.
Doros's expression suddenly became vivid, and he said with a half-smile: "Yes, that's the result of my adventure. I forgot to put it on it when I changed the layout of the bookshelves last night. Donnie, thank you for reminding me. I'll put it away right away." .”
Downey heaved a long sigh of relief when he saw that Doros settled the matter with the excuse he had made, without denying it, and described the "Death Scroll" as a historical work or an anecdote. The boss will not consider that he knows too much and secretly silences it - many TV series adapted from stage plays have similar plots recently, so we have to guard against it.
Doros got up slowly, went to the bookshelf and took out the "Death Scroll", put it on the counter, and smiled kindly: "It's almost noon, go and settle your lunch, I won't provide you with free food and accommodation , Of course, your reminder this time is worth a little reward from me at the end of the month."
"I should do it, no, no need!" Donnie waved his hands hastily, but Doros didn't say anything more. He could only walk out of the bookstore and look for a cheap lunch in the small alley near Triumph Plaza.
Doros watched his back gradually disappear into the crowd in the square, gently stroked the "Death Scroll" with his right hand, and showed a playful smile on his face.
The "Death Scroll" suddenly glowed with a cold and strange faint light under Doros's touch.
A customer in the knowledge bookstore pressed his bonnet, glanced at Doros, and walked out the door slowly.
…
Before the evening, Downey asked for leave and left from the "Knowledge Bookstore" because he planned to go to the post office to send letters to his family.
Although by now, wired telephones and telegraphs have been basically popularized in big cities, Downey's home is in a small town, and he is not rich, so he can only rely on cheap postal channels.
Considering that his family members do not have much literacy—mostly taught by him himself, Downey’s letter is very simple, just a general report about the exam, the magic school he applied for, the arrangements for the past few months, and greetings about the situation at home, Therefore, when handing over to the post office staff, there is no need to affix additional overweight stamps.
"It will arrive in a few days. When will I receive a reply?" Downey has not sent many letters in the past few years, and the time is different each time, so he couldn't help asking.
The staff looked at the address of the envelope without a smile: "Normally it is five days. As for when we will reply, that is out of our control."
Although it was sarcasm, Downey still laughed. It's rare to meet such a humorous municipal worker. This bald uncle is much more interesting than his appearance.
Wait until Donnie leaves. The bald-headed staff member suddenly picked up Downey's letter and walked back. Not long after he left, a middle-aged man came back rubbing his stomach, and muttered as he walked, "How can you ruin your stomach all at once? Oh, No, I still have to go! Wait and find someone to support me!"
In the storage room behind the post office, the bald man wiped the envelope lightly with his right hand. Tightly bonded openings just come apart, revealing the letter paper inside.
"... nothing special..." the bald man opened the letter and said something to himself, while quickly recording something in a small notebook.
Recorded. He refolded the letter, glued the opening without any flaws, then took out a seal and covered the opening.
…
In a small town near the Stroop Forest.
Boom, boom, knock on the door.
"Who?" A girl with flaxen hair was busy preparing dinner.
"Postman. A letter from your family." An unfamiliar male voice came.
The girl froze for a moment, then looked out the window, seeing that it was evening and there were people everywhere, so she let go of her worries. Opened the door: "A letter from my family? Where did it come from?"
"Rentat." The postman was an ordinary man whose appearance could not be remembered at all.
"Rentat? Brother's letter!" The girl cheered up, and opened the letter on the spot after receiving it.
The postman didn't stop her, but quietly looked at the room. A beetle crawled out of his trousers and crawled into the crack of the wooden floor.
…
The mayor's house.
A stranger was looking seriously at the old man opposite: "I need to check the information of the townspeople in the whole town."
"Yes, sir." The old mayor didn't know what happened, but he recognized the ID card and coat of arms.
…
Rentat Town Hall.
Several staff members are standing respectfully in front of a prominent figure.
"I need the information of the entire Rentat bookstore." The big man in a high position in a certain department of the empire said with a serious expression.
"Yes, my lord." The staff replied in unison.
…
Castle in the Sky, Allinge Magic Tower.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Commissioner." The Arcanist guarding the Magician Archives got up and saluted, because the person who came was a member of the Affairs Committee with a black flame emblem on his chest.
"According to my authority, access Doros's information..." the affairs committee member said flatly.
"Yes, Mr. Commissioner."
…
In a dimly lit palace.
"Your Highness, Downey's letter..."
"Your Highness, information from the small town of Pico..."
"Your Highness, the knowledge bookstore's filing information in the city hall..."
"Your Highness, Doros' information..."
Sheets of documents were placed on the mahogany desk, and five slender, white but unfeminine fingers tapped lightly on the documents, elegantly calm and full of rhythm, as if they were playing a piece of solemn music.
"I was born in a poor family, with mediocre talent, not cheerful, but I have a firm personality, can work hard, and my character is pretty good, I have not been tempted by Doros' "Death Scroll"..." With the tapping of fingers, a deep and magnetic male voice It sounded like talking to himself, with a strange gentleness in his voice, calm and calm.
"There is no problem with the family background. My father is a grocery store owner, my mother helps maintain it, and my younger sister does not study... Relatives, neighbors, friends, I can't find any problems for the time being..."
"Doros, don't think that I can't find out who is behind you. Hey, I don't care if you do other things, but if you exceed the limit and are confused by greed..." Five fingers clenched into fists and thumped lightly. Click on the information.
In the palace, the sound of the ticking second hand echoed melodiously, and behind the mahogany desk was a reclining chair, on which sat a black-haired man rubbing his chin with his left hand.
In the dim light, his outline is still very deep, thick and slender eyebrows, slanted into the temples, making a pair of black pupils sharp but deep, and at the same time, his long legs are stretched forward lazily and without image. Even without standing up, one can imagine his height.
He pushed the documents aside, opened the drawer, looked at the letter paper inside, and his expression suddenly became half annoyed.
The letter reads:
"Lu Xiaoen, protect Lu Xiaoxi and love your father and mother."
"Why does the gentle and elegant father always like to use weird and peculiar spelling to give us such inexplicable nicknames and keep calling us!" The young man spewed out a lot of words without any pause, not the same as before. calm and calm demeanor.