Chapter 1763 Old Bookman

On the third floor of the castle, the chandelier hanging from the dome is attached to the "inextinguishable flame", illuminating the messy room.

In the center of the attic stands a stone table, piled with inkwells, quills, and miscellaneous stationery. On the surrounding carpets, piles of books can be seen everywhere, and the whole room is filled with a strange smell of parchment and ink.

Behind a pile of ancient books, there was a rustling sound, and a hazy silhouette was reflected on the opposite wall, swaying strangely under the light.

"No, not this book!"

Slap!

An ancient book as thick as a dictionary was thrown away by the invisible magic hand. That strange figure buried his head in the book mountain again to search for it, and muttered to himself while complaining.

"I'm only over 10,000 years old, how could I have amnesia? Damn it!"

"I read the book ten years ago, but now I can't even remember the most important part. If this continues, I will become the fish in the joke sooner or later, with only a pitiful seven-second memory!"

"Damn! I'm not a fragile creature of flesh and blood. My memory shouldn't decline with age. It's just confusing!"

In the pile of ancient books, talking to himself is a thick ancient book floating in mid-air.

This ancient book is at least 1,000 pages thick, but the number of pages is irrelevant to it, because it has a magical power when it is created-whenever a page is filled, the next page will always turn to the next page. Brand new, with endless blank pages to transcribe new spells and lore.

The binding of the ancient book is simple and exquisite. The cover is made of a piece of high-quality ancient red dragon leather, which appears crimson under the light. It has the function of fire prevention, and the brass trim is polished brightly.

At this moment, the ancient book is open like a bird spreading its wings. The symmetrical cover and back cover present an old face. The straight spine of the book coincides with the bridge of the old man's nose, and a pair of glasses are fixed with a clip in the center of the spine.

The old man of ancient books cast a spell to create a "mage's hand", adjusted his "pince-nez", and buried himself in the pile of ancient books to find them.

"Ha! Finally found it!"

The ancient book old man remotely controlled the "Mage's Hand", grabbed a book, brushed off the dust, opened it, and immediately opened his eyes wide and screamed.

"Wow! Look at what this is, a nasty silverfish! The little villain who murdered books! Just wait and see how I deal with you, sir!"

As if facing an enemy, the old man of the ancient book quickly distanced himself from the moth-ridden book, fearing that the moth would crawl onto him, then opened and closed the book pages instead of casting gestures, chanted the mantra, and shot a black jet of negative energy at the moth. Rays.

Snapped!

The moth was hit by the 7th-level spell "Finger of Death" and died instantly.

The old man of the ancient book floated vigilantly back to the books parasitized by moths, and remotely controlled the "mage's hand" to pick off the corpses of the moths and threw them on the ground. Fearing that there were still surviving eggs in the body, he cast another spell to make up the 6-ring "elimination" from surgery".

The shriveled corpse of the borer was hit by the green rays, and it disintegrated into dust in an instant.

"Huh... the crisis is over, it's safe now."

The old man of the ancient book let out a long sigh of relief, he performed a "restoration technique" casually, repairing the pages of the book that the moths had eaten, and buried himself in the pages.

While he was watching in a daze, an alarm suddenly sounded outside the window, and the searchlight on the top of the attic was also turned on.

The old man of the ancient book was taken aback, turned his head and looked out the window, and vaguely saw a half-human, half-bee figure in the air, which had been locked by the searchlight and was falling at a very fast speed.

At the moment when the intruder was about to fall to the ground, a circle of yellow light suddenly burst out from his body, and a large group of feather flake-shaped magic pads raised under his feet, providing timely cushioning and allowing him to land safely.

"Oh?! After waiting for so many years, it's great to finally let me wait for an arcane spellcaster with mythical ability!" The old man of the ancient book widened his eyes in surprise, "Haha! This kid looks quite clever , if he can pass the test, there is hope for the master's entrustment to be fulfilled!"

The ancient book old man pushed the pince-nez, barely suppressed his excitement, turned around and floated to the desk, remotely controlled the "Mage's Hand", and knocked on the copper bell on the desk.

The copper bell made a crisp sound, and then a magical aura appeared.

"Gravity, ice cone, lightning, fireball, and forbidden magic! Wake up! Someone broke in? You little guys, get up and work!"

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The old man of the ancient book issued instructions to the magic bell. At the same time, in the hall on the second floor, on a snow-white wall, a big mouth suddenly appeared, like a sound transmission device, translating the words that the old man of the ancient book said upstairs into the same The muffled and doubled volume was repeated three times.

After repeating it three times, the "magic mouth" on the wall disappeared, and the echo still reverberated in the hall.

The lobby on the second floor is more spacious than the attic where the old man of ancient books lived. The layout is similar to the library on the fourth floor of Yunshangcheng. The walls are lined with neat bookshelves, some of which have been emptied, and all the books that were originally placed on them have been taken away. went upstairs.

Surrounded by tens of thousands of books, in the center is a desk suitable for the figure of a cloud giant. On the table are stationery, a crystal ball with an ivory base, and a strange staff.

The staff is more than five feet long, and its shape is no different from that of ordinary walking sticks. The ivory-polished handle emits a soft magic halo, and the body of the staff is made of five crystals of different colors and equal sizes.

The uppermost section is colorless and transparent, resembling crystal; the second section is like ruby, faintly exuding scorching magic power; the third section is golden in color, flashing electric current; the fourth section is ice blue, exuding a biting chill; the last section One section is dark and rich in color, like pure obsidian.

As if responding to the urging from the "Magic Mouth", the five-color staff shook slightly, and suddenly broke by itself. It was divided into five parts according to different colors, and rolled down from the table one after another. Only the half-foot-long ivory staff handle remained silent. stay on the desktop.

The moment the broken crystal wand with five pieces fell to the ground, it quickly transformed into five monsters of different colors, which looked like huge and elastic jelly, and their biological characteristics could be classified as "mud monsters (slimes)", but There are also obvious differences between each other.

The black slime is the smallest, with a diameter of about 10 feet. It lies on the floor and is naturally hemispherical under the action of gravity. The trembling body opens a pair of round eyes, and a pseudo-leg protrudes from the top of the head, deliberately shaped into a bow The shape seems to use this small detail to show femininity.

The ice-blue slime is in the shape of a cone, with the tip touching the ground and spinning slowly, like a huge 12-foot-high spinning top. A pair of curved pseudo-legs hang down from both sides of the bottom of the cone, like an abstract pair of ponytails. The air condenses into mist.