"Magic Book of the original text level...?"
The original text level Magic Book from Nade's mouth was undoubtedly referring to the Magic Book previously ntioned by that man.
But did this term with the prefix 'original text level' have other implications?
"Yes, it is a Magic Book of the original text level." Hearing the confusion in Ronald's voice, Nade continued, "To allow these ordinary people to possess this level of power in a short amount of ti, as far as I know, only a Magic Book of the original text level can achieve it."
"In fact, as far as I am aware, almost all secret factions around the world originated from these powerful Magic Books of unknown origin."
"This is definitely the most top-tier magic item!"
However, after hearing the explanation, Ronald seed even more perplexed:
"But the problem is, isn't the world's tamorphosis based on the 'Seed'?"
"What does this have to do with us destroying the Magic Book?"
"..."
Upon this question from Ronald, Nade suddenly fell silent.
After a few seconds of silence between the two, Nade spoke again:
"The Magic Books of the original text level possess power beyond human understanding. The power displayed by the guy in the mansion earlier is definitely directly related to that Magic Book."
"So, as the Magic Book of the original text level is destroyed, the collapse of this power connection will also lead to the death of those 'people,' the 'Seed' dies, and the problem of tamorphosis can naturally be solved."
"..."
"Alright, I understand the situation now."
So that's it...
If I had not asked, Nade would definitely have overlooked this explanation.
This guy is still holding sothing back from —
As they conversed and communicated on the way, they soon returned to the direction of the mansion's front door.
Then, a bloody scene unraveled before them.
From the second floor at the front, a terrible trail of blood spilled from a completely smashed window, the stench of fresh blood stretching out five or six ters from the mansion.
At the end of this bloody path lay a pile of indescribable limb remains, mashed into a ball by pure violence, with even stark white bone fragnts visible on the surface.
It was hard to imagine the extent of suffering endured by its owner while alive.
Even though Ronald had seen so grueso sights before, he still felt a strong sense of discomfort both physically and ntally.
After two seconds of silence, suppressing a gag, he pointed at the corpse.
"It's Thomson..."
"That fabric over there is a piece of the brown coat he was wearing before."
"..."
"It must have been tough for you."
Looking at Ronald's pale face, Nade appeared undisturbed as usual.
He even walked over to the remains to inspect them.
However, Nade quickly confird there was nothing useful to be found on that pile of matter before him.
Turning back, he gestured to Ronald and spoke:
"Alright, let's go inside."
"Ti waits for no man, and the black fog is closing in."
Turning towards the house, Nade took a few steps, but he didn't hear Ronald following him.
Turning back, Nade witnessed an interesting scene.
Just like he was examining the body earlier, Ronald was also squatting in front of the mound of flesh, even forgoing discomfort as he sifted through the debris.
"..."
"Ronald, there's no need to force yourself to examine that stuff."
"There's nothing noteworthy."
"Alright..."
Upon hearing Nade's call, Ronald finally stood up and followed.
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Entering the house, the fireplace's fla was still as warming as ever.
The black fog outside the mansion had already started ravaging the garden, and the ti they had left was perilously short after the recent ordeal.
Not counting this ti, the only living people still able to stand in the living room were Ronald and Nade.
Taking a glance around, he confird the living room was still safe.
Nassos imdiately began moving proficiently, pulling things out and arranging them in a row in front of himself and Ronald.
Two silver tallic daggers, identical in design, with blade and handle seamlessly integrated, only etched with flowers and vine patterns on the blade part.
Two oval tallic particles the size of buttons, identical to the ones used for Ronald's injury earlier.
Besides that, there was an amulet-like pendant as the last item.
"..."
Looking at the items in front of him, Ronald montarily had the illusion that this was a starter kit trio from a beginner's village.
Picking up his share from the three items still warm from the other's touch, he gave Nassos a complicated look,
"Besides the two ergency potions, the other items must be no ordinary things, right?"
Nassos nodded,
"The parasites etched on the dagger have undergone special treatnt, so the blade can be extrely lethal to so special creatures."
"As for that amulet, it's prepared for you to stabilize your spirit in extre situations."
"But it's only for one-ti use."
Stabling spirit under extre conditions...
A dagger lethal to special creatures...
Listening to Nassos's explanation, a very bad premonition erged in Ronald's mind.
Watching his companion pulling out a revolver to load, he cautiously asked,
"Nassos,"
"You're not planning to kill all the 'Seeds' in the villa, are you?"
One couldn't bla Ronald for such a guess.
It was just that the aura of murder around him made it hard not to think that way.
Then, Nassos nodded as if it were to be expected,
"Yes, I still think it's safer to slaughter all the 'Seeds'."
"...."
You're really ruthless!
Ronald was very self-aware.
The terrible power of that 'woman' before was definitely not a level that a normal person like him could handle.
Even with the help of the dagger, he couldn't possibly contribute in a fight.
"Nassos, I'm not a super warrior who can fight ten at one ti."
"Compared to seeking out enemies to fight, I think..."
"Just do what you think is best."
Ronald didn't finish his sentence before Nassos interrupted him.
"I never planned to rely on others for fighting."
"Providing you with these items, is just preserving that slight possibility."
"After all, I can't guarantee that my plans are always correct."
As he finished speaking, Nassos also completed arranging his equipnt.
With a tug at the waistline of his coat, his figure instantly slimd down, and his energized deanor didn't resemble a middle-aged man at all.
Holding a lantern in one hand and a pistol in the other.
Without turning back, Nassos stepped onto the stairs leading to the second floor, as if not heading towards horrific monsters but towards a victorious triumph!
"My friend, I hope we can still enjoy tomorrow's sunrise together."
Leaving behind that final remark, Nassos's figure also vanished around the second-floor corner.
"..."
"Of course, my friend."
"See you tomorrow."
He whispered back.
After pulling out two burning logs from the fireplace, Ronald walked towards the porch with a determined look.
—Heading towards the direction outside the mansion.
Just like choosing to believe in his own fighting, Nassos.
He too believed in his judgnt!
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