Seeing Salin's sincere look, the gray-robed Mage did not know what to say. Salin looked at him, and the gray-robed Mage looked at Figo. Figo was chatting with Faylen and did not look at him.
"You … come back. This set of equipment is yours." The gray-robed Mage was defeated by Salin. If Salin argued with him, he had many ways to lure Salin into making mistakes. As long as they quarreled, His Majesty would naturally not side with an outsider. But if Salin did not fall for it, then his behavior would be very suspicious in His Majesty's eyes.
He was in charge of the warehouse, but the things in the warehouse were not his. No matter how reluctant he was to part with this set of equipment, he could not keep it as his personal belongings.
A Mage could understand a Mage's thoughts the best. Since Salin had seen through his thoughts, it was useless to use any more schemes.
Salin did not know how this set of equipment was. He could only judge based on his newly developed intuition. In this warehouse, this set of equipment was the most valuable. Moreover, he saw a magic book.
Salin's Bestowal Ring had three magic books, but they were all blank and were of no help in battle. This black magic book should bring him a pleasant surprise. He took down a black book that was only half the size of a normal magic book from the shelf and opened it gently, as if he was holding a holy object.
On the black pages, curly words were written with red paint. The words were very complicated, and like a musical score, each line was divided into three layers. It was even more troublesome than Figaro's magic formula.
Salin could recognize this kind of words, but he could only recognize less than one percent of it. This was the demonic language, and it was written according to the demonic language. If it was twenty or thirty thousand years ago, this meant that the magic book in his hand was very ordinary. Truly powerful magic was written in ancient Myers' language.
But today, even a small demon like Nelis was considered a powerful fighting force, not to mention the knowledge in this book was left behind by a great demon.
Demonic magic book!
Humans had enslaved demons for a long time. When humans captured creatures from other planes, other than using them for hard labor, they also used them to help in battle. Demons were a highly intelligent race and could learn magic. Demon masters would forge equipment for demons to improve their fighting strength.
The Demon Spellbook was derived from this background. Today, demons are extinct in the Myers Continent, and the Demon Spellbook has become a decoration. No matter how knowledgeable a Magician was, they would not be able to master all of the Demonic Language. History was too long ago, and this kind of meaningless inheritance was severed.
Salin remained calm and collected. He could not recognize all of the Demon Language, but Neris could. As long as she reached adulthood, she would obtain the demon's memories. When the time came, he would ask Nelis to translate it for him, and this magic book would be of real use. The gray-robed Mage looked distressed, so he probably knew a bit of the Demonic Language.
Perhaps the knowledge in this book was nothing to humans in the past, but to humans now, it was a powerful force.
As he flipped through the pages, Salin finally saw a blank page.
The blank black pages were slightly thick and had a metallic texture. Apart from the magic patterns, there was nothing else on it. Salin rubbed it with his hand. The gray-robed mage's heart was bleeding. Salin looked up at him, smiled, and thought, This magic book is really weird. There is a space reserved for storing magic, but there is no elemental attribute.
Taking a silver magic book as an example, there would generally be eighteen pages reserved for magic storage. From level-four to level-six magic, each level could store six. They corresponded to six elemental magic.
This Demon Spellbook only had six pages of magic storage space, but there was no elemental division, no inherent magic formula, and not a word of incantation or magic array.
Could it be that this could store any type of magic? Salin did not dare to test it. Before he mastered the Demonic Language, he could not mess around with such a precious tool. If the magic was fixed after storage, it would be a big loss.
Salin reached for the black ring and put it on his hand. After a light scan with his mental power, he discovered the secret inside the ring. It turned out to be an ancient space ring. The space was very small, much smaller than the Gift Ring, only less than ten cubic feet. The only difference from the current space equipment was that this space was real, like a box, and the inner wall was engraved with magic patterns.
It was said that the Demon Ring could not store magic, and its value was much lower than the bracelet he had exchanged with Ainphent. The space was also too small, but for Salin now, it was a rare thing. Space equipment that was not limited by level was acceptable if it was smaller.
Salin directly put the Demon Spellbook inside, took the bracelet from the shelf, and put it on his wrist.
There were nine grooves on the bracelet, which could be inlaid with gems. There were no magic arrays engraved, and the material of the metal was unknown. Perhaps it was a specialty of the Demonic Plane. When the Demon Bracelet was put on his wrist, Salin could naturally feel the changes in the bracelet.
The nine grooves on the bracelet were completely connected to Salin's body. Magic cores or gems could be inlaid, and they could be used directly.
It was a simple and practical thing, like the white crystal ring Jason had given him. In the future, when the gems were inlaid, they would have corresponding functions. For example, if he inlaid white crystal, he could quickly recover magic strings. If he inlaid black hair crystal, he could store necromancy magic. If he inlaid blue cone stone, he could increase the power of divine spells …
Salin smiled as he put away the clothes, shoes, gloves, and other equipment on the shelf, and thanked the gray-robed Wizard. Seeing that Salin had taken away everything, the gray-robed Wizard turned his face away and ignored Salin.
Salin's heart moved. This set of equipment might not be valuable in the entire warehouse, but it was definitely the rarest. He could understand a Wizard's pursuit of knowledge. This was something that money and power could not compare to. He understood after staying in Kushui Prefecture for a while that not every Wizard could read as many books as he had. Princess Rex had provided a lot of books for low-level Wizards, but there were only a few hundred of them. He took away the Demon Spellbook, and from then on, this gray-robed Wizard would never have the chance to study it again.
The Demon Language was different from human language. The words themselves had magic, and every time he looked at it, it was an opportunity to understand. It was no wonder that the gray-robed Wizard felt uncomfortable. If it were him, it would be the same.
"Sir Wizard?" Salin called out softly.
"Hmm?" The gray-robed Wizard turned back, and Salin said respectfully, "I have some knowledge of the Demon Language. Although I would like to stay and ask for your guidance, I guess I will have to leave very soon. Can you leave your address? I will write to you. "
The gray-robed Wizard was stunned at first, but then he understood. This young Wizard was an orthodox Wizard. He had a formal inheritance, and was used to communicating, not hiding his knowledge. From the fact that this young Wizard could find the Demon Suit directly, it could be seen that he was not an amateur.
Orthodox Wizards would not specifically pursue power. Instead, they had a tendency to be obsessed with any knowledge.
The gray-robed Wizard's impression of Salin immediately improved. He said gently, "If you have knowledge of the Demon Language, then this set of equipment will not be wasted. My address is here, and I will never leave. What … is your name? "
"Salin, Salin Metatlin."
"My name is Sith … Salin. Before you leave, you can come over once. I will write down my findings from these few years of research for you," the gray-robed Wizard said seriously.
Salin was a little ashamed. He was interested in the battle value of the Demon Spellbook, while Sith was obsessed with the Demon Language.
"Sir Sith, I am honored …"
Salin did not think that his little kindness would win the favor of a gray-robed Wizard. It was unbelievable to him. Thinking about it carefully, it was understandable. Royal Wizards did not care about money and equipment. With the support of a huge empire, their only freedom was to pursue the truth.
While the two of them were talking, the other Magicians also found satisfactory equipment. What made Salin not know whether to laugh or cry was that Neris and Sicar each took a Wizard Suit. Neris put on a luxurious Wizard robe, turned half a circle in front of Sicar, and asked, "Is this beautiful?"
"Disgusting." Sicar was wearing a Wizard Armor. Wizard Armor was rare because it was troublesome to collect the materials. Every material used to make a Wizard Armor was not expensive, but it took a lot of time to assemble a set. Its effect was not much different from a Wizard robe.
After all, a thin Wizard Armor was no different from paper to a heavy weapon. The only advantage was that it was more convenient to move around. But which Wizard would compete with others in martial arts?
Maintaining distance and using magic to control the rhythm of the battle was the most important way for a Wizard to fight. Once a Warrior got close, even a beginner Swordsman's sword aura could kill a Great Wizard.
Salin did not stop them. Anyway, Emperor Qin Yin was giving away his wealth, so it would be a waste not to take it. The only pity was that other than the Demon Suit, there was no other Wizard Suit with a magic book.
The set that Nania had chosen included a small magic staff inlaid with a green mud stone. This magic staff could probably store a spell, so it was a rare item. The other Wizards also had a good harvest. At least everyone got a spatial equipment.
Usually, only Great Wizards could open spatial equipment, and they were not cheap. These Life Wizards had good taste, and all the items they got were of a higher grade.
Fayern did not take the equipment, but a set of scrolls.
The six scrolls contained six level-eight spells. These scrolls were probably the most valuable item. Salin was envious of them, but unfortunately, level-eight scrolls were useless in his hands. Only Magicians above level-seven could activate them (Note).
After choosing the items, the gray-robed Sith sent everyone out of the warehouse. He looked at the empty shelf in the corner with some regret. Although he had used a memory spell to memorize the contents of the Demon Magic Book, he could no longer experience the ever-changing Demon Language.
Note: In this book, the scrolls can only be released one level higher. For example, a level-one Wizard can only release level-two scrolls at most. I hate the random descriptions of level-one Wizards being able to release forbidden spells. I specially added this note in hopes that everyone can understand. This might be the last time I will write about a technique in the book. This is my attitude. I hate reaping without sowing. Even the main character has to practice continuously to master a spell. On March 8, I wish the female readers a happy holiday.
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