Vol 9 Chapter 9: Dense net
Applied magic book?
How could this be sold publicly in a bookstore?
Downey seems to be able to hear his own heartbeat. It is so intense and so crazy. According to the regulations of the Magic Council, in addition to going to the Magic Academy, Arcane Library and other places to exchange, there are only two ways to get more than himself Level and level of application-type knowledge, one is to take risks or family inheritance by oneself, and the other is to become a private student of a certain magician and get his teaching. No ordinary bookstore can openly sell magic books!
This is the parliament's control over magic to maintain a safe and orderly society, which has received the warm approval and active cooperation of the nobles.
"If I can parse out a ring spell in advance, or become a full-time magician directly, my prospects at Heidler College will be even brighter ..." Downey felt his heart was about to jump out of his chest.
He did not come from the magic family, nor did he get any adventures. Only by working hard to study, analyze, and practice, he has today's strength. He is far worse than other resourceful students, but he believes that with his solid foundation, It is not difficult to parse out the official magic.
Downey's gaze was quietly looking at the counter in front of the bookstore, and he found that Dorothy was watching the TV show intently, so his heart beat faster, as if even some nearby guests who wanted to buy books could hear it.
"With my memory, a minute can completely memorize a model ..." Downey's fingertips slowly touched the spine of the book.
The cover paper of this magic book is very special, giving an unusually cold and slightly paralyzing touch, like the same lightning that was frozen.
This crunchy sensation made Donny faint slightly, and then a rough gas was sprayed from his nostrils.
Then he opened his mouth wide, breathing in a big mouth, and retracted his hand as if to cut off his arm.
In less than three months, I will be able to learn a circle of magic and corresponding application knowledge in the Heidler School of Magic. Why bother to read it in a sneaky and cringe?
If they are caught, they will be thrown into a prison of forbidden magic, totally destroyed in the future?
The benefits obtained are not proportional to the risks taken. Is there any hesitation?
The more Donnie thought, the more he felt that he had just been stunned by desire. What "Death Scroll" might be just a classical work with research value in the current parliament!
After all, since the establishment of the parliament, the development of magic has gone by a thousand miles-the most obvious in the past fifty years. Most of the achievements of the ancient magic empire have long been turned into "antiques". The ancient magic books, and then used this as a hole card to defeat the affairs of one contemporary magician.
After getting rid of the shock of desire, Downey wiped his forehead with his right hand subconsciously, and suddenly felt a cold, he suddenly looked up, only to find that he was holding the wipes for the bookshelf and books with his right hand.
"It's like being in chaos ..." Downey shook his head with a mockery, then glanced at the "Dead Scrolls", showing a clear hesitation in his expression, placing the application-type magic book in a bookstore for public sale as if It violates parliamentary regulations and imperial laws. What should I do?
Report to the Corrections Department or the Police Investigation Office?
Maybe not an application-based magic book?
Downey hesitated for a long time, gritted his teeth, and walked towards the boss Doros with a rag. While walking, he looked at the guests in the bookstore with the light of his eyes. Once they were near the row of books in the "Dead Scrolls" Immediately make excuses to stop, if this matter is taken out by others, they will also be implicated, not knowing the report is also a crime, but fortunately, those guests have turned a blind eye to the row of bookshelves. Let Downey breathe a sigh of relief.
"Boss," Downey whispered next to Doros.
Doros turned blankly: "What's the matter?"
"There is a" Death Scroll "on that row of bookshelves, did you forget it?" Downey's tone had been figured out several times in his mind, but it was as dry as it was when he said it.
Dorothy's expression suddenly became vivid, and he smiled and said: "Yes, that was a reward for my adventure. I forgot it when I changed the bookshelf layout last night. Donnie, thank you for reminding me, I will put it away immediately. . "
When Downey saw Doris following the excuse he was looking for, he resolved the matter. He did not deny it. He described the "Dead Scrolls" as a historical work or anecdotal record. He felt a long sigh of relief. The boss will not care about knowing too much and secretly disappeared-recently, many TV dramas adapted from stage plays have similar plots and have to guard against it.
Dorothy slowly got up, took the "Death Scroll" in front of the bookshelf, put it on the counter, and smiled kindly: "It's almost noon, go to your lunch, I won't provide you with free food and accommodation. And, of course, your reminder is worth my pay at the end of the month. "
"I should do it, no, no need!" Downey waved quickly, but Doros didn't say much. He could only walk out of the bookstore and find a cheap lunch in the alley near Triumph Canton.
Doros watched his back fade away from the crowd on the Cantonese field, stroking Death Scroll gently with his right hand, a playful smile on his face.
Suddenly, a cold, wicked ray of light appeared from the "Death Scrolls" under Doros's touch.
A guest in the knowledge bookstore pressed his soft hat, glanced at Doros, and slowly walked out of the door.
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In the evening, Downey took a leave of absence from the "Knowledge Bookstore" because he planned to send a letter to his family at the post office.
Although to this day, wired telephones and telegraphs have basically become popular in big cities, but Downey's home is in a small town and he is not wealthy. He can only rely on cheap postal channels.
Considering that his family doesn't know much about literacy-basically he taught it by himself. Downey's letter is very simple, but he probably prepared for the exam, the college of enrollment, arrangements for these months, and greetings at home , So when you give it to the post office staff, you don't need to post extra overweight stamps.
"I'll be there in a few days. When can I get a reply?" Downey hasn't sent many letters in the past few years, and each time is different, so he can't help asking.
The staff looked at the address of the envelope without a smile: "Normally it is five days. As for the reply, it is not that we can control it."
Although it was ridiculous, Downey still laughed a bit. It is rare that the bald uncle who met such a humorous municipal staff was more interesting than his appearance.
When Downey left, the balding staff member suddenly picked up Downey's letter and walked back. Soon after he walked away, a middle-aged man rubbed his stomach and walked back, muttering as he walked: "How can I eat? Bad stomach? Whoops, no, I have to go! Wait for someone to help me! "
In the storage room behind the post office, the bald man gently wiped the envelope with his right hand, and the tightly glued opening naturally separated, revealing the letter paper inside.
"... Nothing special ..." The bald man opened a letter to himself and at the same time quickly recorded something in a small notebook.
After recording, he refolded the letter, glued the opening without flaws, and then took out a stamp and put it on the opening.
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In a small town near Strup Forest.
Alas, the knock on the door sounded.
"Who?" A young girl with flax hair was busy preparing dinner.
"Postman, your letter." A strange male voice came.
The girl froze, looked out the window, and saw that there were people everywhere in the evening, so she put down her worry and opened the door: "Where did the letter come from?"
"Lentat." The postman was an ordinary man who couldn't remember his looks at all.
"Lentat? Brother's letter!" The young girl cheered up and opened the letter on the spot.
The postman did not stop her, but quietly looked at the room. A beetle crawled out of his trouser tube and into the crack of the wooden floor.
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Mayor's house.
A stranger was looking seriously at the old man opposite: "I need to check the township information of the entire town."
"Yes, sir." The old mayor didn't know what was going on, but he recognized the credentials and coat of arms.
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Rentat City Hall.
Several staff members stood respectfully in front of a prominent figure.
"I need the bookstore information for the entire Lentart." The big man who stood high in a certain part of the Empire said solemnly.
"It's an adult," the staff answered in unison.
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The city of the sky, the magic tower of Allinge.
"Good afternoon, sir." The arcanist guarding the magician's archives stood up to salute because the visitor was a member of the panel with a black flame coat on his chest.
"According to my authority, I have access to Doros's information ..." the commissioner said flatly.
"It's Mr. Member."
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In a dimly lit palace.
"His Royal Highness, Downey's letter ..."
"His Royal Highness, information from the town of Pico ..."
"His Royal Highness, knowledge bookstore filings in the City Hall ..."
"His Royal Highness, Doros's information ..."
Each piece of material was placed on a mahogany desk, and five long, white but non-feminine fingers were gently tapping on the material, elegant and calm and full of rhythmic rhythm, just like playing a condensed music.
"Poor background, average talent, not cheerful, but strong character, able to work hard, and good character not tempted by Doros'" Death Scrolls ... "With the finger knock Moving, a low magnetic male voice sounded to himself, with a strange gentleness, calmness and calmness in the voice.
"There is no problem in family background. My father is the owner of the grocery store, my mother helps to maintain it, my sister does not read books ... Relatives, neighbors, friends, can not find any problems ..."
"Doros, don't think I can find out who is behind you, hey, you do other things, I'm too lazy to control, but if you go beyond the limit and be fooled by greed ..." Five fingers clenched into a fist and gently stunned A bit of information.
In the palace, the ticking second hand ticking strangely echoed, and behind the mahogany desk was a reclining chair with a black male with a left hand rubbing his chin.
In the dim light, his silhouette is still extremely deep, his eyebrows are thick and slender, and the corners are inserted obliquely to set off a pair of black pupils that are sharp but deep. At the same time, his long legs are lazily stretched forward, even though Without standing up, one can imagine his height.
He pushed the material aside, opened the drawer, and looked at the stationery inside, his expression suddenly seemed annoyed.
The stationery reads:
"Lu Xiaoen, protect Lu Xiaoxi and love your father and mother."
"Why does the gentle and elegant father always like to give us such inexplicable nicknames with weird and strange phonetic spellings and keep screaming!" The young man spit out a lot of words without pause, no longer before Calm and calm temperament. (To be continued "This text is provided by the breaking dawn update group @ 为 嗨 而 生". If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for referrals and monthly passes. Your support is my greatest motivation.)