"Mr. Donald, this is your future residence, this is the key, and the rooms next to you are all the same teaching assistants as you, and I don't communicate much with them, so I won't introduce you, you are all young people. , there are more topics than me, this is the key, I will file the contract tonight, with this certificate, you can use some of the facilities in the academy, if you have any questions, please feel free to come to me."

Peters didn't agree with Donald becoming his mentor's assistant, but he did everything he had to do. After all, it was his mentor's request, so he wouldn't make him unhappy because of this disappearance.

"Okay, I know."

Donald stood at the door and looked at his residence. To say it was a top university, the place for teaching assistants was apartment-style.

Not to mention the independent kitchen and bathroom, there is also a small living room. The decoration may be better than his residence in Preston City. The only fly in the ointment is that there seems to be a lot of mechanical products in it. Donald has to think about the use.

"Mr. Grant, there is one more thing I have to remind you, Professor Cook is an expert in the chemical industry in our college. If you can, I hope you can remind him when he is busy with some strange things. Rest is There is no problem, I just hope that the mentor can focus on his major."

Professor Cook has been obsessed with weird stuff lately, Peters knows it, and as a student and at the top of the school, Peters certainly wishes he could refocus his attention on scientific research instead of wasting time all day. Go and study some paranormal phenomena.

"Of course, I will remind you at the right time, but I can't guarantee how much it will work. After all, I'm just a teaching assistant."

After pursing his lips, Donald didn't take this matter to heart. When Peters left, he immediately locked the door and officially entered his house.

In no hurry to rest or organize things, Donald stood in the center of the small living room inside the door, facing where the bed was. In this room, only the bathroom was separated from the wall and the door, and the rest was the kitchen with glass. The door is simply isolated, and there is a lot of space between the small living room and the sleeping bed. There are two bookshelves on the left and right in the middle, with some simple china on them, and most of the grids are empty.

There is very little furniture in the house. In addition to the necessary tables and chairs, there are two sofas and a low glass table in the small living room. There is a wooden cabinet against the wall. The pocket watch is right, the time is accurate.

Closing his eyes, when he opened it again, his spiritual vision was already turned on. He walked back and forth in the room, checking the edges and corners of the room. This was to remove any special objects that might exist in the room.

Donald didn't think he was being watched on the first day he arrived in Demingham, but he had to be careful about everything. This house would be his private stronghold in the future, no matter how careful he was.

It was finally confirmed that there was no problem. Donald put the suitcase on the low table, went directly into the kitchen to get a pot, opened the suitcase, and took out the contents.

Except for a change of clothes and some money boxes, the only thing in it is the pitch black index and parchment.

It was inconvenient to be on the train before. Donald never took the final steps. Now that he has settled down, he naturally has to complete the final union.

He threw the parchment into the pot, put the dark book on his legs, and struck a match.

His hands stopped, and at this point, Donald suddenly became worried.

Gritting his teeth, he ordered himself to loosen the **** holding the match and drop them into the pot.

The burning of the parchment was extremely restrained and quiet. At first, the entire surface of the paper was black. A small flame first appeared where the match fell, and then a black smoke slowly rose.

It didn't dissipate, it just lingered a few inches above the pot, gradually forming a strange mass of energy.

"Hannibal, come out...hh~ what's next?"

The familiar stinging pain, this time gnashing of teeth was only for a moment. Donald had mastered the pain tolerance, and his expression was indifferent.

"Just put the book in the past. Abbott didn't add anything more. Some special medicinal powder and medicinal liquid were mixed in the parchment. The cloud formed after burning will actively corrode the prohibition on the pitch-black book."

According to Hannibal, Donald handed over the book, and sure enough, he just got closer, and the black cloud seemed to be attracted by some sort of thing and surrounded it, wrapping the entire pitch-black book.

The dark and dull cover is like ink that has melted in water. What Donald's fingers feel is a layer of cool fluid, which falls off under the envelopment and corrosion of the black mist.

At the same time, Donald Yu suddenly felt a little numb in his hands, which was very bad. He thought about using his mental power to help him control it.

"Don't let go! Look directly at the Tome of Domination!"

At this moment, Doctor Flesh growled, causing him to subconsciously squeeze both sides of the book, and his force also accelerated the dissipation of the seal.

The black fluid gradually fell into the bottom of the pot below, and the real cover finally appeared, with simple patterns, strange symbols, some dark golden crowns that appeared above the cover, and the devil-like head under the crown.

At this time, Donald seemed to have been immobilized, his mind was still active, but other than that, there was no part of his body that could move even an inch.

what happened?

Donald's eyes were forced to lock on the cover of the Tome of Domination, and in the devil's skull, at this moment, two faint blue dots were gradually lighting up.

"Donald Grant, this is the real treasure that Abbott left you. Those idiots thought it was a gift from the devil. If you let them know the true power of this book, I'm afraid they will give their lives to **** them. Can think that this treasure will eventually fall into the hands of a low-level wizard like you, remember its name, the Book of Origins - the Tome of Domination! From this moment on, you will be its master, before you die , this identity will not change, so... hope you can live a few more years, quack~"

In the voice of Doctor Flesh, the skull on the Magic Book of Dominion in his hand was suddenly given life, and it continued to float up, turning from a plane into a three-dimensional existence. Under Donald's gaze, this one wearing a crown 's skull was held up by some black mist to the top of the Dominion Tome.

Kacha, take a bite!

It's eating the Tome of Domination!

One bite after another, the Dominion Magic Book was like a fluffy cream cake in its mouth, and it didn't take long to eat it all. Donald, who had witnessed the whole process, had a strong premonition in his heart that even more strange things would happen. .

His hunch was accurate. When the crown skull ate up the entire Dominion Tome, it was placed at the same level as Donald's line of sight. Two black mists stretched upwards crookedly, taking off the dark gold crown on top of his head. It was put on the top of Donald's head again in the panicked eyes of Donald.

Strictly fit.

The next second, Donald rolled his eyes and fell down on the living room floor.

His consciousness appeared in another place, his eyes were filled with gray fog, and all he heard in his ears was the sound of his own breathing and the sound of his footsteps stepping on the bricks.

There was a voice in his heart telling Donald that this was not the place for him, he had to go forward.

Continuing to walk forward, when Donald was about to think that this place was actually an endless place, his toes mentioned something, and he lowered his head and was covered by thick fog, so he couldn't see anything clearly. Step up the stairs, step on it, there is one more level.

Just walk up step by step like this, silently counting the number of levels in your heart, and when you reach the ninth level, the road ahead is smooth.

Continuing to take two steps forward, he kicked the heavy object again. This time it was no longer a step. Donald reached out and touched it. There were things like armrests on both sides, the center was hollow, flat and hard.

This is a stone chair.

The voice in his heart told Donald that this was a chair for him, only he could sit on it, and if he sat on it, he could leave this world.

He did so.

The moment his **** touched the seat surface, the fog surrounding his body suddenly retreated, and it was only a circle within a 1-meter radius.

So Donald saw the shiny gray stone bricks polished under his feet, and under him was a simple and plain bench, but the back of the chair was a little high, higher than the chair in his spiritual world.

It's like going straight to the sky!

He wanted to look up~lightnovelpub.net~ and then realized that there seemed to be something on the top of his head, cold and hard, he raised his hand and took it down.

A dark golden crown...

"Heh~ cough cough!"

Like the breath of a drowning person who surfaced, Donald's throat made an extremely unpleasant dry sound, and his face felt wet, and he quickly opened his eyes.

Finger was lying in front of him, eyes meeting.

Meow~

Finger came up and licked Donald's cheek again. The latter got up from the ground and felt no discomfort all over his body. If he had to say it, his forehead was a little sore.

When I fell down just now, it hit the floor.

"Hannibal, what happened just now, why is the Dominion Magic Book gone?"

Covering his face with one hand and his mouth open under the palm of his hand, Donald felt that he was really a cheap hand. He knew that there was a problem with controlling the magic tome, so it would be better to put it away. Now that the crisis has been lifted, he still needs to combine it. ......

"Since a strange thing of this level has signed a contract with you, it will naturally enter your body, don't worry, I mean your spiritual world, it will appear when it should appear, and it will not have any effect on you under normal circumstances. Any influence, as for when it is appropriate, you don't have the capital to ask me questions now."

After Dr. Carnivore finished speaking, he simply changed back to that ordinary ring, leaving Donald alone on the sofa in the living room.

"What kind of book is this..."

Sitting on the sofa and wailing for a few minutes, Donald straightened up and went to the bathroom, where he took a ruthless shower with cold water.