Throne of Magical Arcana

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, breathed heavily, and withdrew his hand suddenly as if he was 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 he is caught, he 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 any reason 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 council, the development of magic has been rapid—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. I read ancient magic books, and then used this as my trump card to defeat 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 find that his right hand was holding a rag for wiping bookshelves and books.

"It's like being hit by a confusion spell..." Downey shook his head mockingly, then glanced at the "Death Scroll", with obvious hesitation in his expression, and it seemed like he was selling the applied magic book in a bookstore. It violates the parliamentary regulations and the laws of the empire, what should I do?

Report to Corrections Department or Police Department?

Maybe not an applied spellbook?

Downey 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. I immediately found an excuse to stop it. If this matter was exposed by others, I would also be implicated. It is also a crime not to report the knowledge. Fortunately, those guests turned a blind eye to the row of bookshelves, and no one went to read the books. Donnie breathed a sigh of relief.

"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 - there are similar plots in many TV series adapted from stage plays 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.

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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 don’t have much literacy—he basically taught them by himself. Downey’s letter is very simple. It is just a general report about the exam, the magic school to apply for, the arrangements for the past few months, and greetings about the situation at home. , so 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's five days. As for when we will reply, that's out of our control."

Although it was sarcasm, Downey still laughed out loud. It was rare to meet such a humorous municipal worker. This bald uncle was much more interesting than his appearance.

When Downey left, the bald 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 eat it all at once?" Bad belly? Oh, no, I have to go! Wait for someone to help me push it up!"

In the storage room behind the post office, the bald man gently wiped the envelope with his right hand, and the tightly glued opening was naturally separated, revealing the letter paper inside.

"...Nothing special..." The bald man opened the letter, muttered to himself, and at the same time quickly recorded something in a small notebook.

After recording, he refolded the letter, glued the opening without any flaws, then took out a seal and covered the opening.

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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 was stunned for a moment, and looked out the window. Seeing that it was evening and there were people everywhere, she let go of her worries and opened the door: "My letter? 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.

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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.

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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.

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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 in a flat tone.

"Yes, Mr. Commissioner."

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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 resolute personality, can work hard, and my character is pretty good, I was not tempted by Doros's "Death Scroll"..." With the tapping of fingers, a deep magnetic voice The male voice sounded like talking to himself, with a strange gentleness in his voice, calm and calm.

"There is no problem with my family background. My father is the owner of a grocery store, my mother helps maintain it, and my younger sister does not go to school... 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 lightly thumped I checked 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. The calm and calm temperament.