Chapter 7 Uncle's Letter, Broken Items, Crystal Book Launch
"Hugo, give me a gift for Lupu."
After an hour, this little breakfast will come to an end.
After listening to Rupp's caravan report, Moriarty finally gave a relatively positive and approving attitude. This also made the caravan director Rupp breathe a sigh of relief.
"Then I will take my leave, Sir. Thank you again for your generous hospitality." Rupp bowed respectfully to Moriarty, and then humbly exited the Swan Hall under the guidance of the butler.
After seeing Lupu off, Moriarty also left the dining table and returned to his private study.
There, the wooden box brought by Rupp had been safely placed in the corner of the room.
"You all go out. Tell Hugo not to disturb me until dinner." Moriarty walked into the study, looked at the well-wrapped box, and waved his hand.
The servant then gently closed the door and retreated far away.
Sitting down behind the desk, Moriarty was not in a hurry to open the box, but took out the reply letter from the far south.
The envelope was gently placed on the desk. The silver stars on the sapphire blue cover were mysterious and brilliant, just like the stars in the extremely clear night sky.
Moriarty looked at the envelope, and a magical power came clearly and unambiguously from the desk.
"It seems that Uncle Schmidt wants to test my strength."
Moriarty smiled slightly, took a calm breath, and stretched out his fingers to lift the envelope.
At the same moment, a faint light was seen between Moriarty's fingers, but it was not like the blue and silver light on the cover, but a crystal-like light.
"Uh-huh."
When the brilliance of the two magics came together, suddenly, the sapphire blue envelope flashed slightly, and then the seal that had been sealed without any gaps opened automatically, revealing a fold of snow-white letter paper inside.
"Haha, interesting uncle." Moriarty withdrew his magic power, and his fingers and envelope dimmed.
Then, taking out the letter, Moriarty started reading it directly.
"Hello, my nephew, Moriarty! I'm so glad to hear from you, although the same letter from Ivy Manor a few months ago made me so sad that I still can't get over it. Eighteen years ago, Helen was away.
Traveling. I thought I might be able to see my sister again in less than a year. However, destiny allowed her to gain her love, family, husband, and son in Erathia. As an older brother, although my sister is far away,
I missed her endlessly, but when I thought about Helen living a happy life in that beautiful country, I no longer complained. Even though Helen had essentially given up her identity as a mage and accepted herself as an ordinary noble."
"Haha, are you willing to be an ordinary noble?" After reading this, Moriarty couldn't help but smile.
It can be seen that his uncle Schmidt is a big magic chauvinist, and he seems to have a natural contempt for other professions other than mages, including nobles.
Leaning his back more comfortably on the chair, Moriarty continued reading.
"Your letter said that you are already a mage apprentice. For this, I feel sincerely happy and proud. It seems that the glitz and boring life has not wiped out your desire for knowledge."
"Of course, please forgive me for the small settings I made on the envelope. If it is true as stated in the letter that you have learned meditation, mastered a first-level spell, and become a true mage apprentice under Helen's test, then
I think these little settings cannot trouble you at all. After all, magic envelopes are the most basic thing for any mage, including mage apprentices. However, if you panic, then I must be very sorry.
They said that it is impossible for you to read this reply from me. In fact, the barbaric dismantling may trigger some adverse reactions and teach you a small lesson. Fortunately, it seems that none of this happened."
"A little lesson..." Moriarty looked at the envelope on the table again and shrugged.
"As for your suggestion that I can give you remote correspondence magic guidance, I have to say that this is impossible. I can't imagine that a mage apprentice who only teaches himself through letters and books can have any future. My dear nephew
, if you really intend to move forward on the path of glorious magic, then please come to Brakada. Only here can you become a supreme mage and make Helen and I truly proud of you.
.”
"As expected." Moriarty nodded.
At the end of the letter, Uncle Schmidt also specifically mentioned mint black tea.
"I have tasted your ivy leaves. It is indeed good for recovering from fatigue and relaxing the body as you said. I bought all the 30 pounds this time. I hope that the caravan will be able to help you when it comes next time.
Ship some more. Of course, as per your request, I will keep this confidential."
At this point, the letter is finally over.
In the final signature, Uncle Schmidt ended with a magic signature that kept spraying out little bits of light.
"Uncle Schmidt..."
After reading the letter, Moriarty re-folded the letter and put it down. Then he sat on a chair and began to think.
About half an hour later, Moriarty stood up again, and this time he came to the sealed wooden box.
Taking a sharp paper knife from the table, Moriarty bent down and unpacked all the sealed packages on the wooden box. Then, he inserted the key presented by Rupp into the bronze keyhole on the front of the box, and pressed it gently.
twist.
"Click." With the sound of the machine spring beating, the lid of the wooden box automatically and slowly bounced up.
Moriarty then looked down and saw that the inside of the box was properly divided into two layers.
The space on the upper floor is not large, occupying only about one-fifth of the box, but it is filled with a layer of thick, soft red velvet. On the velvet pad, there are two books stacked on top of each other.
Brochure tied with cross ribbon.
In the lower level of the box, there are five or six strange-looking, worn-out and damaged magic props quietly placed, which are obviously the "old goods" packaged and found from the underground market.
Ignoring the magic props below, Moriarty first picked up the two booklets.
"First-level Spell Theory" and "Elementary Alchemy Instruction", the titles written in Brakada are clearly displayed on the somewhat yellowed pages.
It can be seen that these are two hand-written magic books that have been around for some time. Even though it took a long time for the books to be written, there is still a faint magic wave coming out of the books.
"No wonder a manuscript magic book is so expensive." Moriarty gently rubbed the cover of the book and sighed.
It has been a while since I arrived in this new world, and all the books Moriarty saw were handwritten. Whether it was the large collection of books in the baron's study or some novels in his own study, they were all handwritten.
.
Obviously, the so-called printing technology did not appear in the New World. Therefore, books are undoubtedly very expensive for the residents here. The price of magic books copied by mages is even more astonishingly high.
The two books were only three inches thick together, but the price was as high as twelve hundred bracada gold coins, and they were not sold to non-mages. Faced with such high-priced knowledge, Moriarty could only shake his head and smile bitterly.
No wonder Uncle Schmidt looks down on the nobility. Perhaps in the eyes of the mage, the wealth of an ordinary aristocrat is no different from that of a commoner.
But no matter what, with the help of cousin Heina who suddenly appeared, Moriarty successfully got what she wanted.
"Perhaps, when Lupu sets out again before winter, we can ask him to bring some gifts to this cousin." With this thought, Moriarty untied the ribbon and separated the two magic books.
Next, Moriarty stayed in the study for the whole day. It was not until the butler Hugo knocked on the door before sunset that Moriarty put down the two books he had briefly read and walked out of the room.
"Master, would you like a cup of tea first?"
Moriarty looked a little haggard when he walked out of the study.
Although he just skimmed through it without explanation, it still consumed a lot of Moriarty's energy and mana. Unlike ordinary reading, reading magic books requires mana. If not handled properly, it may even cause various consequences to the reader.
Accidental injury. It is precisely in response to this situation that Bracada prohibits the sale of magic books to people other than mages.
"Okay, Hugo. Let's have a glass of Ivy Leaf, a little stronger." Moriarty nodded and cheered up.
"Yes, Master." Hugo immediately arranged for the servant to make tea.
Moriarty had a very simple dinner, a few slices of white bread, a roast chicken and a plate of buttered chickpeas. Of course, mint black tea was directly served as a dinner drink.
After the meal, after a short rest, Moriarty returned to the study.
But this time, Moriarty did not continue to read magic books. The continuous morning and afternoon study had made him quite tired. Moriarty understood this simple truth that haste makes waste.
In addition, the two magic booklets have been safely included in the crystal book, so Moriarty can read and study them at any time.
Putting down the magic book for the time being, Moriarty shifted his gaze back to the wooden box of power. There, pieces of broken magic props were still lying quietly.
Walking to the wooden box, Moriarty carefully picked up the tray at the bottom of the box and placed them all on the desk.
A "teapot" with a missing lid and leaky bottom, a broken green long sword, a brass pocket watch that no longer moves, a five-star badge with only half left, and a tattered pocket tent
, and a "book" that seemed to have been struck by lightning and was so blackened that the content could not be seen at all.
"These things..." Looking at these "magic props" on the table, Moriarty wanted to laugh but couldn't.
As expected, they were bargains bought in droves, and each piece was extremely damaged. It seemed impossible to pick through them and find one or two magic props that could still be used. Besides,
According to Moriarty's current magical and alchemical abilities, it would be tantamount to wishful thinking to completely repair any damaged magic item.
However, Cousin Heyana's original purpose was just to let Moriarty find the most basic feeling from these damaged props.
"Teapot...broken sword...pocket watch...only two and a half stars of the five-star badge left...tattered tent...book...? Book?!"
Just as Moriarty took the five props in his hands and looked at them one by one, suddenly, when he just touched his fingers to the last burnt "book", the crystal book in his soul suddenly started to throb.
Moriarty frowned as his mind moved.
"Uh-huh."
An invisible brilliance flashed, and the charred book disappeared from the desk without a trace.
