Hunter patted his clothes and kept coughing. There was dust everywhere in the small bedroom. He quickly opened the window to relieve the embarrassment:
"I found it. You are going to the Recording God Realm, right? I will help you check which spell to use."
As I said before, the Book of Magic is a large dictionary of the magic world. Magic that exists in the world is recorded in it, but there are certain prerequisites for learning it.
One is that the grimoire feels that Hunter should learn this magic, and then it will automatically be displayed for the wizard to see.
The other is that Hunter has heard about some magic and knows the specific effects of the magic, so he can query it, and the magic book will give a response.
In other words, the upper limit of this book is actually affected by Hunter's cognitive level. Hunter has never seen some powerful magic and does not know their existence, so the Natural Grimoire will not provide it to him.
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Ask and then tell, don’t ask and don’t tell, this book is so willful.
General magic books are like reading novels or biographies. At worst, they are like dictionaries, which need to be looked up.
But the book of magic is different. In the eyes of outsiders, its pages are all blank, and the specific method of use is to make a wish.
"I need a spell that can transport people to and from the Recording God's Realm." He opened the book and stated his request, adding: "It should be safer and the cost of casting the spell should be small."
The book heard the question and immediately gave an answer. Lines of blue luminous text appeared on the page, revealing a secret door magic.
Of course, only Hunter can see these spells. Even if Deathstroke and the cat stretch their necks to peek, from their perspective, there is nothing in the book.
In this regard, maybe the "Book of Magic" and the "Book of Destiny" are somewhat related?
"Uh, uh, huh..."
Unlike others, Hunter nodded repeatedly while looking at the spells that appeared in the book. After trying to recite them silently in his mind, he made a humming sound. Within ten seconds, he closed the thick book:
"Okay, I've learned. Are you leaving now? By the way, I forgot to ask if you want anything to drink. I have cold water and beer here."
"No need to bother, we are in a hurry." Su Ming touched his pocket, took out a small gold brick of about ten kilograms, and put it on the pillow: "This is the reward for your help, your teachers.
I should have taught you that the rules of the magic world are transactions."
As a mercenary, this is how Deathstroke works. When others help, they must receive corresponding benefits.
Henry's abilities are not bad, but he is still in school, and his father has become a disabled alcoholic. The thing he needs most is money, right?
If you don't have many pounds on you, just give it to gold. As a sorcerer, Hunter must have the ability to safely exchange it for money.
"But this is too much, I can't have it."
The boy's family was extremely poor. He looked at the gold bricks and swallowed his saliva.
Under the moonlight, this brick is so shiny and beautiful...
"The death knell is given to you, just take it." Death spoke. She looked at the environment in the small bedroom and the ceiling with water stains: "At least repair the house. It leaks. This is not the case in London.
It’s very troublesome.”
She has seen more dilapidated houses, and bridges where people live are common, but that was when she came down to earth as 'death' to 'pick up' people.
A person's living environment is still very important, and people who live in such an environment are the most likely to die. After all, the most terrible disease in the world is not cancer, but the disease of poverty.
She is the goddess in the Endless Family who best understands the suffering of human life. Of course, she also understands the importance of money to people. Maybe she and Meng are here, and Hunter is willing to help for free for the sake of the Endless Family, but Deathstroke takes the initiative
Paying remuneration is the fairest way.
The thin boy heard Death say this, so he didn't refuse anymore, because money is indeed a good thing.
For a 16-year-old boy, living a life without even a bicycle, eating only potatoes for three meals a day, and having to cook for himself is really too hard.
Thinking back on what I have experienced in school in the past six months, life without magic and memory is not very good. There are always bad boys in school who bully children from poor families like myself.
"Then I'll accept it, thank you." He picked up the magic book and looked around the room: "Let's go to the attic. There is no place to stay here, and there is no magic circle to draw."
Yes, the floor was covered with his dirty clothes and household garbage. The small room had both a desk and a bed. Didn't he need to find another place?
So the three people and the cat climbed up the ladder to the attic again. This half-floor space was very low and could not allow people to stand up straight, but fortunately it was basically empty, making it easy to cast spells.
Hunter opened the book and began to chant spells and cast spells. The blue light illuminated his face in the darkness. The book seemed to have an electric fan, making his hair fly backwards.
As the incantation was recited, a complicated magic circle appeared on the dusty attic floor. This was also Hunter's specialty, constructing magic formations from a distance.
But these are not things that the person who borrowed the path should be concerned about. After he finished reciting the incantation, a small colorful door appeared in the magic circle, as natural as if it was originally here.
"Okay, this is the door where this magic is released for the first time. I don't know what's going on on the other side, but judging from my bad experience last time I went to Wonderland, you guys should be careful. The God of Records is too
They are imaginary creations, and their country may not be a good place."
Maybe because he got the money, he acted a lot more enthusiastic. He knew that A Thousand Cats Dream was here, and no matter what little angel he met, it would be useless, but he still cared about everyone's safety. This scene was well said.
"Thank you for your help. Next time you go to the Forgotten Bar for a drink, tell Bobo my name and I'll treat you."
Su Ming, who was also smiling, patted the wizard on the shoulder and felt the emotions and energy conveyed by the vortex in the door:
"Then let's set off. You don't have to stay here and go do other things. It's been determined that Leng Yan will be targeting you. Although I don't know why, I suggest you place an order online for yourself and your father.
Body armor, it’s best to hire some bodyguards, then move to a better house.”
"The people from the Cold Flame Society are nothing to worry about. I can handle it." Mr. Hunter nodded and pushed up his glasses again: "But if I want to buy a house, I plan to buy it in the United States. What do you think of Gotham?"
Su Ming, who walked toward the door, gave a thumbs up and answered in the affirmative:
"You are indeed a natural mage. This place is indeed the most suitable place for dark arts."