The practice of clock meditation continues tonight. Donald can already draw most of the lines on the clock drawing, but there is no way to trace the subtleties on some gears in the center. After all these parts are completed, the amount of spiritual power Probably can be increased to about 5.

The three-hour meditation was about to end. Donald leaned back in his chair, ready to fall asleep. However, just as he was about to close his eyes and leave, a dark green flame suddenly appeared in the spiritual world.

The dark green flame in the center of his table became active and excited at the moment when this new flame appeared.

Donald immediately stabilized his spirit and allowed himself to remain in the spiritual world. He was about to use his mental power to touch the sudden flame when another flame appeared next to him, and the flame on his desktop jumped out at this moment. The original lamp flew to the other two flames in the center of the room.

When the three flames gathered, Donald's eyes suddenly turned black, the surrounding tables and bookshelves disappeared, only himself and the stone chair remained in the dark void.

I don't know how long it took, the flame connected to my heart lit up in front of me again, dispelling the darkness around me. I carefully observed it. The first thing I saw was a large black statue.

In front of Donald was about 5 meters tall, with the head of a sheep and a human body. He was wearing a long robe that mopped the floor. He sat on a chair made of bones, holding a large and thick book in his hand, as if he was contemplating.

"Mineato..."

Although he had never seen Mineato's real body before, Donald still recognized it at first glance when he saw the statue.

After he said the name, two dark green flames also lit up on the left and right, and behind these flames, there was a blurry figure.

"The three of us always have to see each other, but I searched everywhere and couldn't find where you were. It's really rude to meet the two of you in this way."

Donald was still thinking about the reason for this. The figure on the left spoke first. It was a woman's voice, and the tone was very soft. Donald had never heard a similar voice in his mind.

She said that the three of them always have to meet. What does that mean?

"Where are you? I'm here to find you."

On the right is a male voice, with a hoarse and low tone...a murderous intent.

"This is my secret, how can I tell you casually, Mr. Destruction, it is very dangerous to be approached by a guy like you, so it seems that the other side is Mr. Life, I am very curious, you two, Who killed Mineato?"

When the two were talking, Donald thought quickly.

Destruction, life, these two terms appeared, and Donald immediately thought of the memories in the remnant soul of Mineato that he had inherited.

The dark green fireball should have three kinds of power, destruction, pain, and life, and only life was obtained by itself. At that time, it was strange that the other two powers were occupied by these two people.

So they are Minato's contractors?

According to this inference, he relied on the Church of Justice to destroy Minato, and its death caused the power it originally gave to other demon contractors to become theirs, just like the one who acquired the demon activation ability after devouring the red orb .

The woman with the power of pain connects him and destruction in this way, for what?

Destruction said that he wanted to find her. Listening to this tone, it was not like going to the door to catch up or to celebrate the death of Mineato, but to kill the woman.

for what?

Obtain the power of pain in her?

"I didn't kill Minato, life, did you kill?"

"I didn't kill it. The pain is so eager to find us. Is it because of the power gained after killing Mineato, you want to get rid of us as soon as possible?"

At this time, it must be impossible to admit it. Donald thought for a while and turned his attention to pain.

"The three of us don't really need to fight and kill. What we need is just the seeds of each other's abilities. I have a special method here, as long as we can share it with each other..."

"Are you spying on me?"

Halfway through the pain, Destruction left a sentence, and the flame in his position suddenly dimmed.

Donald was startled, and quickly controlled his mental power to force himself to wake up from this state, and the dark green flame that represented him was also extinguished.

It was still that luxurious palace. The woman woke up from the golden bench. Beside her, there was a hunched old woman kneeling, with a white bone disc in front of her, and two clouds and mist were rising from it. rise.

"Did you see it? The mental state of the two."

The woman turned sideways, her perfect body curves vividly outlined under a layer of red tulle.

The old woman is a special alien under her command. Her innate ability is to be able to predict the general state of other people through a certain medium. For example, when she touches an ear of grain, the appearance of the rice to which it belongs will appear in her mind. .

In the past, women relied on pain and destruction, and their life came from the root of the same devil. They forcibly linked the souls of the other two through some kind of secret technique, and consumed a lot of good things. Naturally, it was not for simple wrangling.

What she did, in our modern terms, was to use black technology to forcibly hack into the computer of Donald and another person, and what this old woman did was the last step, linking to the camera on the computer, seeing the sitting The two in front of the computer.

"Yes, Master, please wait a moment, I will manifest the image that appears in the foreshadowing."

The old woman's hands were constantly forming Dharma seals on the top of the ossicle, and as she chanted words in her mouth, a gray mist rose from the center of the pelvis.

First, it was twisted to form the back of a man, with two swords stuck behind his back, one long and one short, his hair was left on his shoulders, and he simply tied a ponytail behind him.

After the last human figure dissipated, the gray fog distorted again to form the back of a Donald, which looked very ordinary at first glance.

Donald doesn't have a favorite weapon. He may be handsome in front, but he has a tall figure in the back, and a person with this stature can find one out of ten people on the street.

"According to these two images, I sent a special person to look for it. The reaction before the life was a beat slower, and his strength was weaker than the destruction... Unfortunately, it is difficult to identify."

With her fingers brushing over Donald's fog, the woman said with a bit of disappointment.

In her eyes, at this moment, the three of them each hold a piece of Mineato's power, and some of these three people have destroyed Mineto in some way. It's hard to say which way, but she prefers the other's The strength is extremely strong, and now it seems that the possibility of destruction is extremely high.

In this case, if she wants to fight against Destruction, the best way is to kill the weaker life first and take his power. When she gains two powers, she will fight Destruction, and the chances of winning will naturally be much greater.

Persimmons naturally want to pick up soft ones. The problem is that she can't find the soft persimmons now. On the contrary, it is easy to find them. But looking at his performance in the spiritual world, he is obviously not a weak hand. , once missed and the opponent counterattacks, it is very likely that both sides will suffer at that time, and the fisherman of life will benefit.

She is shy, but she can't help but try to seize the opportunity. This is her current situation.

Back to Donald's side, he woke up from the bed and thought about the previous situation while washing in the bathroom. It was obvious that Mineato had left him two big troubles, and the power of a demon was spread over three people's hands. Killing the other party gives you another power... It's impossible to live without incident.

Even if the three of them didn't want to fight, they would have to figure out a way to seize the opportunity because they didn't know whether to fight. Not everyone was confident enough to fight back.

Join the Discord Bureau as soon as possible and gain a certain position in it. Only then will they have the opportunity to use the power of the government to defeat the opponent. This is the first countermeasure that Donald thinks of. The other two are genuine demon contractors. He saw the state of that guy Rastole when he broke out.

Fortunately, none of the three of them knew where the other two were, which meant that Donald still had time to make himself stronger.

It's just that Donald has fallen into a bottleneck in the practice of spells recently. The casting speed of each spell and the casting of spells have reached a certain level, and it is extremely difficult to go one step further.

This made him a little worried, he had to find a new direction to make himself stronger.

"Finger, you look after the house. I'll come back to you after work later."

Packing up, Donald picked up the notes on the desk. After chatting with Goniz last night, Donald did not directly say that he would never see each other again. The other party was also a wizard, and he was old. At the end of the sentence Donald found his insights on some spell fundamentals to be solid.

Therefore, they exchanged names~lightnovelpub.net~ and agreed to have a chance to communicate again later.

The notes recorded the materials Donald bought last night. There are 8 kinds of materials needed for quick thinking. Donald only bought 3 kinds in ordinary medicine stores. Moonlight ink is quite common. I bought all of them last night. Donald I am going to try to make moonlight ink today. If I can make it, I can also start the inscription carving, so that I will have more things for sale at the sea market tonight.

After deducting the money for buying materials, Donald still has gold pounds, which is all his savings at present, and the salary of the assistant is 2 gold pounds per week.

To be honest, this amount of money is simply not enough for him to buy what he wants.

Thinking of these things, he did not move slowly. He arrived at the door of Professor Cook's studio on time, took the experimental equipment he needed to use in class, and followed him to the classroom.

The first day's work went smoothly, but it's hard even if it doesn't go well. After all, Donald's job is to put the experimental equipment on the table, take out and place them one by one, and then find a place to sit at the back of the classroom. Next, take some books on the preparation of medicines, and look at the production methods mentioned in the moonlight ink production book one by one. ..

Then I waited for get out of class to end.

"Donald, I recently discovered something about wizards. It is said to be a wizard's scroll. Let's take a look at it later?"

On the way back, Donald was about to go to the school's public laboratory to configure moonlight ink, and Cook invited him first.

"Wizard... Scroll?"

Donald pursed his lips, and it didn't seem to take much time to take a look.