Chapter 420 Book Hunting

The bald old man in front of him, who was obviously a little old, was a senior apprentice in Sean's perception.

When a formal magician like Sean came to his shop, the old man did not even stand up to welcome him.

Instead, he continued to sit on the bamboo chair in his shop, with a pair of white eyes occupying the entire eye sockets, and the white eyes with almost no black pupils, staring at Sean as he walked into his shop.

This bald old man was very interesting, and Sean did not mind his indifference, but wandered around in his shop on his own.

This run-down shop located in the southwest of the port city of Season's End and with a very poor geographical location, did not seem to have much business.

There were obvious dust and stains in every corner of the shop.

It was unknown whether the old man was old or his own magic power was exhausted, but he had no intention of repairing or cleaning his shop.

However, although the shop was a bit shabby, Sean still found a lot of things that interested him after walking around for most of the time.

Sean did not touch the magic materials in the shop. They were all dirty and had a distinct musty smell.

It was estimated that the elemental power inside had been lost. What use would Sean have to them?

However, the yellowed books on the shelves in the shop, which were obviously of a certain age, aroused Sean's interest.

It was unknown where these magic books came from. Some were signed, and some did not even have the author's name.

And not all books were magic books. Many of them were even diaries recorded by some magicians or magic apprentices.

For example, Sean saw the following content in a palm-sized gray notebook without any introduction:

May 23, the 173rd flesh-blood synthesis experiment...

Today's experimental subject is particularly active, which may be caused by the mixed magic elements No. 3 and No. 7 that I injected into it yesterday evening...

Master Apra's corpse synthesis animal science and life science are too profound and obscure. I don't know if this small tumor named "Mystery No. 1" can be regarded as a life, a life created by me...

Success... No, failure... This thing is not life.

It is just a group of cells that can only divide and reproduce by themselves, and there is no consciousness!

Such information is filled in this small notebook.

However, this notebook should be very old, and after such a long time, it has not been well maintained and repaired.

Many words have become blurred, so that some contents need Sean to guess.

No wonder the bald old man's shop is not doing well. Magic books with insufficient content and even specious content are of interest to magic apprentices in the Dark Region who have few resources and channels.

In other regions, magicians with a certain heritage history and organizational background will not even take a second look at them.

Because such books with unknown origins and even the author himself is in a state of half-understanding, once you go deep into them, they will undoubtedly lead readers astray.

However, Sean himself is quite interested in this kind of magic diary.

He is not interested in the diaries and some experimental information recorded in these books, but in the books related to the undead system, life transformation, and corpse synthesis beasts that are prevalent in this shop.

Rather than saying that this is a run-down shop, it is better to say that it is more like a undead hut.

The books in the entire shop are inextricably linked to undead magic.

So much so that Sean can't help but suspect that the owner of this shop is probably related to a master of the death system, or even a holy tower of death attributes.

Especially the latter, the possibility is greater, because the contents of the books here are still very mixed, and it is unlikely that they are from the same master.

Turning his head again to look at the bald old man, a pale white shadow suddenly flashed from the roof beam just above the old man.

The other party seemed to be a little afraid of Sean and refused to come out.

"Hehe, does the Seasons Harbor also allow ghosts to be raised in the city?"

"I heard that this kind of creature and other undead creatures are never allowed to appear in the major human settlements in the wizard world." Sean said with a chuckle.

Facing Sean's laughter, the bald old man finally said the first sentence since Sean entered this small shop.

He opened his mouth, revealing his few yellow teeth, and said in a very hoarse and dry voice: "My family has served the Death Tower for more than ten generations. There is no heir in my generation, so I chose to move to this beautiful seaport city."

"Although my family is humble and I haven't broken through the first level, the city lord still gave me some face."

"Monasha is just a child who knows nothing. It doesn't even have a sound intelligence. Of course, it can't hurt people. It is now my only support. The city lord and the law enforcement team of the seaport all know its existence."

The voice of the bald old man was like rusty iron sheets rubbing against each other, very stiff and harsh.

After listening, Sean nodded. The life level of this old man and the little ghost was less than one level, and the highest combat power of the Season Ends Seaport was likely to have reached level three.

Under the premise of such a strong man sitting in charge, they really couldn't make any waves.

"You mean, these magic books are all from the Death Tower?" Sean looked around and asked casually.

The bald old man nodded and replied, "They are all collected by me and my ancestors. Generally, they are "junk" that no one wants, but there are always people who are interested in them."

Sean touched his chin and walked around the store for another half circle.

Finally, he seemed to have discovered something. After saying "Huh?", he found a magic book with a black cover and no title at the corner of the bottom shelf.

Opening the black magic book, Sean saw a line of words: On the integration of death and summoning magic - Rogge.

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Sean finally bought about twenty books in this gloomy and dark magic shop.

The prices of these books are very cheap, and for Sean, they can even be said to be free.

This bald old man has no descendants, and the only companion around him is the ghost.

It is estimated that the money earned from selling books is used to feed the ghost. How many magic coins can be used to raise an ordinary ghost below level one?

Since he didn't know much about the power situation in the Mamette United Alliance, Sean was not clear about the weight of the Death Tower in the Mamette United Alliance.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, you can understand that naming the tower with the word "death" is not something that an ordinary tower can do.

Sean himself was quite satisfied with his gains on this trip.

In addition to the black leather magic book that attracted his interest, the other books that Sean found were at least roughly complete after he screened them.

These books are mainly about death knowledge, and they also contain knowledge related to the summoning system and the field of corpse synthesis.

Sean has been very interested in these fields for a long time. He himself has a certain element affinity in the dark system and other negative energy fields.

With these magic books, Sean finally began to embark on the path of learning death and dark magic.

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I was too tired yesterday, so I didn't write at night.

I will try to write one or two chapters in the afternoon today, and tomorrow, I can resume normal updates.