When Donald entered the door, he only saw gray fog spreading over the dark book (pseudo), and the negative energy attachment the old man said was in progress.

"It's so fast, it seems that I'm wrong. I'm so young, I didn't expect to be a veteran."

The seals of the hands are kept, but the speed is much slower, and it often takes several seconds to change the seals.

"With so many dharma seals, you are a veteran... don't you need to sing?"

Most of the spells Donald is currently learning are based on the seal, that is, the casting action, and are released by infusion of spiritual power, which makes him a little puzzled. After all, in the impression of the previous life, those mages often have matching spells when casting spells.

"Singing? This is not a divine art from the church. How could it be necessary to sing? That's almost it. According to your request, I just added some negative energy to it and try it out."

After the old man completed the final seal, the gray fog finally dissipated, and he handed the book to Donald.

Thinking about what type of magic magic is, Donald took the Book of Darkness (pseudo) with both hands. After special processing, the cover and back now felt a little cool, especially the black leather on the front and the palms of his hands. When you cover it, you can still vaguely see the wisps of gray mist escaping.

"It was a special formula before?"

Opening the book and seeing the pages that also changed, Donald thought of the medicine powder that the old man had beaten and tampered with before, which seemed unusual indeed.

"Of course, I improved it from other recipes, do you want it?"

The old man did not shy away from talking about his ability to press the bottom of the box.

"Are you selling? Aren't you afraid that others will rob you of your business?"

"Grab the business, hey, you don't think it's useful to have the recipe, I have more than 20 years of craftsmanship, French seal, various recipes, and the assurance of the final product. Others spend money to buy my recipe, and they can't ask for it. , because those people will find that only me is the most similar in the end, and the price I am asking for an order is so high now, it is all set off by my peers."

This is the confidence of the craftsman.

"Is there anything I need to pay attention to after taking it back? I will use it in about two days. Before that, it won't expire, right?"

Before leaving, Donald was still going to ask some precautions.

"Don't worry, within a month, as long as you don't destroy it with something like holy water that restrains negative energy, it will be fine... Try to avoid direct sunlight. It seems to be cloudy in recent days, so you can rest assured. , let's go."

After the old man finished speaking, he started to clean up the things on the table. After the previous pile of powder was burned, all that was left was the black scum.

**

Just before going out, Donald consciously glanced at the northern urban area of ​​Preston City. Under the gray sky in the evening, the sunset light was shining through the clouds, but it didn't penetrate the ground at all, and he could only vaguely see some light red on the horizon.

A kite was stranded in the sky somewhere in the northern city, with two cloth belts behind it, floating back and forth.

Stop a car and tell the driver to go to the northern city. This kite is a signal, the signal that Donald and Ogoff agreed. If there is any new information, Ogoff will let someone set up a kite in the northern city. It is only a white kite, in order to distinguish it from ordinary kites, two gray cloth strips are tied at the back.

The two met in a tavern in the northern urban area. There are many people here. As long as you don't speak too loudly, even if someone follows you, you won't be able to hear them.

Ogoff and Donald sat on both sides of a small bar, and each ordered a glass of wine. It is not yet evening, but because it is evening, there are many guests who come to dinner, and the waiters are interspersed in the crowd. You can hear men chatting and laughing everywhere.

"Your Excellency, last night, I went here with Mr. Rastole to find a fortune-teller... This person's situation is very special, a member who joined the church half a year ago, a young man, about 25 years old , with a two-stroke beard, brown hair, he... didn't give a reply on another part of the Dark Book, vaguely speaking."

While describing the fortune-teller's appearance, Ogoff pushed over a piece of paper. Donald looked down at it, and there was an address on it.

Ogoff was constantly looking around, obviously a little nervous, as if he was paying attention to whether there was someone following him.

After all, his behavior has been regarded as a formal betrayal of the master who has been with him for three years, so there must be some psychological pressure.

"Vaguely speaking... What do you mean, in detail, what did Rastolle do about it."

Donald is very interested in this fortune-teller. How did he know that the Book of Darkness was hidden in the Preston Municipal Library? It seems that at present, only the late Grant and his wife know this news. .

He reported this news to Shia Cult a month ago, why is it a month ago? The Grants have been dead for years!

Divination? Donald did not think that there would be such a powerful fortune-teller in Preston, and he was a cultist of the Church of Shia. If he could learn this kind of special information through mysterious fortune-telling, the church where Infinita was in wasted two years. time, what?

"At that time, the fortune teller said that a second divination was needed, but the success rate was extremely low. Mr. Rastole agreed and gave him a week to do the divination, saying that no matter whether he succeeded or failed, he must be the first time to report."

"Second fortune-telling... Is there anyone else near where the fortune-teller lives?"

Donald was determined to visit the friend.

"Yes, Mr. Rastole has assigned him some guards."

I am afraid this is not only to protect, but also to monitor. It is not surprising that Rastolle values ​​the dark book too much.

"When I was outside just now, I found that some of your people were following me, did you send it?"

Donald mentioned the situation of the stalkers, and they are still following.

"Stalking? You misunderstood, how dare I follow you, it must be someone else, someone under Cuito! His recent conflict with Mr. Rastole has already been revealed, I think it may have been a few nights ago. You were targeted by him when you came to the wine cellar, there are traitors in my team, do you need me to send someone..."

Ogoff's experience in this area is really experienced. Donald just said a word, and he thought of Cuito, and then from the premise that Cuito knew of Donald's existence, he thought of the information leak. At that time, only his team knew that Donald was coming to the wine cellar. And Rastole, thinking about it this way, is undoubtedly a traitor.

"Those people are useful to me... You take this, what should I do the day after tomorrow, I don't need to stress it to you again? Ogoff, this is the ability that was given to you in advance. After the event is completed, there will naturally be other things. s return."

Handing over the pitch-black book (pseudo) wrapped in cloth and a small metal pot, Ogoff looked at it from a corner and swallowed.

"The day after tomorrow, I won't let you down!"

Reach out and hold the small metal pot tightly, nodding hard.