"Living in this apartnt, the two of us in possession of books will certainly be under considerable surveillance, so for so issues, I can only inform you in such a way.
About the ’Nine Commandnts Society,’ I can tell you their purpose.
But rember not to spread it, as even other mystical practitioners would find it extrely dangerous upon learning of it.
This is the only thing you need to be careful of.
As far as I know, the ’Nine Commandnts Society’ adheres to a strict hierarchical structure, with organization mbers scattered all over the world, constantly searching for and collecting books that have not yet been discovered by others.
And their ultimate goal is to plunge the world back into the ignorance of the Dark Age and onto the path they deem ’correct.’
Moreover...
It is only my speculation.
Lately, people from the ’Nine Commandnts Society’ seem to be consciously heading to Grid, and Her Majesty the Queen appears to have tacitly approved of this.
In view of such phenona, those on the mystical side who are in possession of information have also begun to secretly converge on Springs and the surrounding regions of this capital city.
If it’s rely curiosity that drives you, I suggest you’d be better off leaving Springs.
Even those possessing books cannot guarantee their own safety.
Right, there’s also the spellcasting issue you wanted to know about; I can offer so advice.
In the exigency of battle, the incantations of original spells are indeed cumberso, but this is also key to granting original spells their decisive power. If you wish to simplify the casting process, then you must necessarily accept a weakened result.
As for the specific thod of casting...
There are many types of original spellbooks in the world, and I dare not presu to know your thod of optimization.
However, from experience...
I suggest you frequently recite the incantations, and then try to channel your Magic Power into the original spellbook, keeping it stored there. In doing so, during spellcasting, perhaps you could receive so inspiration in this regard...
...
After reading, infuse a bit of Magic Power into the paper.
It will self-destruct automatically."
——Silent reading ca to a silent end.
The standard-sized paper was filled to the brim with writing.
From any perspective, the information the great witch left for Ronald was indeed substantial.
Not only did she tell him the ultimate purpose of the ’Nine Commandnts Society’ and the optimization process for original spells, but she even, at the end of the paper, somberly advised him to also leave Springs, and seriously warned that the city was becoming increasingly dangerous.
With sowhat mixed emotions, Ronald followed the instructions on the paper and infused it with Magic Power.
With this action, the pristine page imdiately crumbled under an invisible force and then shattered into a pile of fine, dust-like fragnts.
Watching the white ’dust’ slip from his hands,
Ronald’s expression was thoughtful.
When he infused the Magic Power, he was acutely aware that the spell on the paper had the function of self-destruction on a tir, and the infusion of Magic Power was rely the trigger that hastened this process.
It seed the great witch hadn’t initially decided whether to tell him this information or not.
After subsequent exchanges and reflection, she finally sent this letter.
Otherwise, as ti passed,
This letter would have turned into fragnts in the crevice of a desk, and then one day in the future be swept away as trash and dust.
So after the witch incident had concluded,
The great witch... she expressed her goodwill towards him in such a way...
Rising contemplatively from the chair, the confusion in Ronald’s eyes had diminished considerably compared to before.
However, the most critical question still remained.
——What exactly was the Dark Age?
The great witch had ntioned this era, and Ronald had learned about it during previous investigations.
But aside from knowing it was a very dangerous era for humans and that spells were more powerful then, he still knew very little about the specifics of that era.
Ordinary mbers of the secretive society would not know.
And those who might know, kept their lips sealed about the matter.
It was as if there existed an unspoken agreent to keep information contained.
Even now, as Ronald was part of an organization like the "Scroll Study Society," what he could access was limited to after the Dark Age, and his attempts at probing his so-called ’colleagues’ only t with feigned ignorance.
"How curious..."
Muttering to himself, Ronald drew back the curtains and stepped onto the balcony, leaning half his body over the railing to look outside.
Ever since the grand witch left, no one fished on the riverbank behind the apartnt.
But as the sun was about to set...
No, it should be said that it was about to sink into the Sinking Sun Sea, there were still many students and pedestrians passing by. But regardless of their identities, their expressions were focused on their own lives at this mont.
Those unrelated to the secretive society were completely unaware of everything that was happening.
And further away, cargo ships on the Wis River tirelessly continued to transport goods, like the lifeblood of the city’s industrial progress, tirelessly flowing to provide Springs with the materials it needs.
"..."
In silence, Ronald pondered his current situation.
At the sa ti, he observed everything before him in the suddenly chilling evening breeze.
There were signs of activity from the "Nine Commandnts Secret Society," but so far, he had seen nothing related to Mil.
In a city with a population in the tens of millions.
To look for a ’person’ who could change their physical features at will.
The difficulty was indeed too high.
Unwittingly, the sky had completely darkened.
*Sigh*
He sighed deeply as Ronald turned to lean his back against the balcony, bending his body quite far back.
The gloomy sky didn’t even show a trace of the moon, and the air by the river was sowhat humid.
It might rain.
"..."
"Can’t see the stars... huh?"
Whoosh—
Just as Ronald prepared to muse poetically and then return to his room to attempt ancient Spellcasting techniques, a black shadow suddenly burst out from the rooftop of the apartnt next to him.
With Ronald’s visual capabilities, he could clearly see that it was a human figure.
After landing, it took only one leap to reach the riverbank.
The next second, he leaped high again, and that fellow made a ’thud’ as he plunged into the Wis River.
This kind of physical quality and athletic ability was definitely not sothing an ordinary person could achieve.
"This world shouldn’t have parkour as a sport..."
Sowhat disappointed, Ronald turned back, gazing at the dark waters of the Wis River.
Where that person had just jumped in, the ripples were still spreading around, but other than that, there was no other movent.
However, Ronald soon shook his head and then, pretending as if nothing had happened, he walked back into the room.
Returning to his chair in the room, he skillfully summoned an ancient to.
While trying to keep Magic Power sustained within this book, Ronald heard several heavy objects falling into the water outside again.
He paused, holding the to for a few seconds, but ultimately Ronald did not get up:
"..."
"Let it be..."
"I’m really not in the mood to deal with these trivial matters right now..."
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